Jack Sullivan is in his office looking through some papers when there is a knock on his door. He ignores it the first time but after repeated knocks he finally acknowledges the person knocking and asks them to com in. The crowd is heard cheering in the background as they see 'Venom' Xavier Lux come into the office. Jack Sullivan appears to be surprised to see him.

Venom XL: Hey Sullivan.

Jack Sullivan: Well, I must admit that I'm surprised to see you here tonight.

Venom XL: Oh? And why is that?

Jack Sullivan: You just had a hell of a week Venom. I mean the last time we saw you, you were unconscious and about to fall off a cliff.

Venom XL: Yeah, I guess everyone including Kevin Heat would be surprised to see me. But whatever happened this past week is of no matter. I'm here now, and that is what counts.

Jack Sullivan: Of course. So, what can I do for you?

Venom XL: I'm a little concerned about tonight's match.

Jack Sullivan: I would be too. I mean, if I was you that is. Kevin Heat is a tough opponent.

Venom XL: Is not Kevin Heat I'm concerned about, it's Triple M.

Jack Sullivan: Ah yeah, you think he might try to come out and interfere again?

Venom XL: Yeah. Last thing I want is to lose because of interference, or to win because of it like last week's show. You know me Sullivan, I've always been a loner and have always liked to win fair and if I lose, then I would like to lose fairly as well. I got no problem with someone beating me clean.

Jack Sullivan: I understand all of that. Don't worry; I'll see what I can do to ensure that tonight's main event is a fair one.

Venom XL: Thanks boss, I knew I could count on you.

Jack Sullivan: No problem.

'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, followed by images of the last Uprising, where both The Ice Man and Kylo make their debut matches successful ones, and both 'Venom' Xavier Lux and Kevin Heat advance to the Path of Destiny finals. The scene cuts to ringside, with Jake Steel and Caelan Tyler.

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome to Uprising! Tonight we have several huge matches set up for your enjoyment.

Jake Steel: It's gonna be great, we got your hero and mine Triple M taking on PIC, and a bunch of other things no one really cares about.

Caelan Tyler: I'm pretty sure a lot of people care about our main event, where 'Venom' Xavier Lux will be taking on Kevin Heat for the NLW Championship!

Caelan Tyler: They got misplaced priorities if they do.

The camera is outside the building where an unknown blonde stands in front of the camera with a microphone in hand and a retired veteran beside her with the American flag in his hand. She lights up her smile to a hundred percent as the veteran just looks down her top. They are standing in front of the arena's flag pole

Unknown Blonde: Hi! I'm…

Suddenly the veteran goes flying into the blonde as her receives a kick from off camera. The blonde screams as the veteran lands with his head between her rather well endowed boobs and doesn't really make effort to get up.

Vet: God bless America…

The Black Phoenix storms into the scene and tears the flag from the veteran's arms. She glares at the camera and disrespectfully tucks the flag into the back of her pants. The veteran suddenly springs to life as if to defend his blessed symbol but just gets pie-faced for his trouble and this time falls into the Blonde's crotch. The Blonde screams again as the scene switches to ringside, where both Caelan Tyler and Jake Steel sit confused.

Jake Steel: Damn that bitch is crazy…

Harvey Danger stands in the office of Jack Sullivan, engaged in conversation with his boss; the NLW commissioner at ease in the presence of a man he'd known since their days as ICWF competitors. As usual it seems like most of the conversation is coming from the mouth of Danger whose enthusiastic bursts of speech appear to be tiring the Sinister Superman who sits slumped in a chair behind his desk.

Jake Steel: Oh god, looks like our 'esteemed' commissioner is at it again!

Caelan Tyler: Cut him some slack Jake, he does a tough job!

Harvey Danger: So what about this Ice Man guy, huh? What's his deal!? Is he actually made of ice, like Jack Frost or something? I figured he'd melt in the ring, maybe he's made of some kind of super unmeltable ice!

Clearly uninterested Jack rolls his eyes at the suggestions of his commissioner.

Jack Sullivan: Yeah Harvey, that's right, he really is made of ice…

Harvey Danger: Really!?! God damn, that's a trip! Oh snap! I almost forgot… Jack, I have this guy coming in for a chat, prospective roster member…

The NLW president perks up as the topic of conversation switches to something a little less inane.

Jack Sullivan: Oh, really?

Harvey Danger: That's right! He says he knows you from something called 'OCW'? I've never heard of it, but-

Suddenly Danger is interrupted as the office door bursts wide open. In the frame stands a truly massive man with a sinister sneer across his face. He stands at a faction under 7' and is built like an absolute tank; the sheer physical presence of this mammoth alone is enough to send a shiver down Harvey Danger's spine.

Jake Steel: Look at the size of that big bastard!

Caelan Tyler: Jesus Christ! What a brute…

The giant man has an air of familiarity about him. He has short-cut dark brown hair and a rough, unkempt beard sits along his jawline. Although the man is clearly Caucasian his skin is pretty dark and his blemished face is ravaged by numerous small battle scars. From the reaction of the crowd it is clear that more than a few in attendance recognise the man, who is clad in a torn black denim jacket opened up to reveal a black tee below, fingerless black leather gloves, black jeans and heavy-looking Doc Martens.

Caelan Tyler: Wait a minute… I think I know that guy…

Jake Steel: You do!?!

Caelan Tyler: Yeah… I definitely do! I've wrestled against him before!

Jake Steel: You… wrestling!?! HAHAHAHA!

Caelan Tyler: That's Drake Hazard, Jake! By god, I never thought I'd say the day where Jack Sullivan would allow that monster to set foot in New Legends of Wrestling!

The former CWF World Heavyweight Champion takes a step forward into the office as Sullivan immediately rises from his desk, instantly recognizing the former pit fighter.

Drake Hazard: Evenin' gents…

Jack Sullivan: Drake, no! Get the fuck out of my office, before I have to eject you personally.

A scowl soon draws across Drake's face; he's clearly more than a little surprised by the Sinister Superman's reaction.

Drake Hazard: Awwww, come on now Jacky boy… your lil' bitch here said it'd be alright for you and me to have a little sit down, ya know? Go over the terms and conditions of my contract, and all that…

Immediately Jack shifts his glance to Harvey.

Jack Sullivan: You didn't give this scumbag a contract, did you?!

Harvey Danger: No, I swear! I didn't give him anything…

Drake Hazard: Wait a minute ya little shitstain…

Hazard grabs the throat of the NLW commissioner, pinning him against the wall. Harvey claws at the iron grip of the former CWF competitor as he struggles for breath.

Drake Hazard: You promised me a gig, an' I don't take too kindly to being lied to.

Immediately Sullivan leaps from his chair.

Jack Sullivan: What the hell do you think you're doing!

Knowing that it probably isn't within his best interests to anger a prospective employer further, Drake immediately relinquishes his grip on Danger as Jack forces himself between the two men. Jacks shows no trepidation towards the significantly larger Hazard as the two men square up chest-to-chest.

Jack Sullivan: Get the fuck out of here Drake. I know you, I know what you're all about, and I know what you do when things don't go your way… trust me, the day you'll be an NLW employee is the day I die…

For a few moments there is silence, with nothing but complete and utter detestation seething between the two. With The Sinister Superman holding his ground, Drake is the one to eventually back down; obviously knowing that getting into a fight with the owner problem wasn't the best idea. Resisting the overwhelming urge to take out his frustrations on the NLW hierarchy, he takes a step backwards before immediately turning heel and leaving the room, slamming the door closed with an almighty CRASH!

Jake Steel: Wow! What a statement from our owner!

Caelan Tyler: Can't say I blame him Jake! Trust me, I know first hand that this is not the kind of guy you want lurking around the locker-room…

Jake Steel: Sully doesn't like him, you don't like him… this guys sounds alright in my book!

Caelan Tyler: Jake, trust me on this one… NLW does NOT want Drake Hazard on the roster, seriously…

The bell rings, and 'Ego' by Element Eighty begins to play when sudden the screen goes to snow and static. You groan and bitch as the static continues, unable to hear anything. You give your TV a swift kick, but nothing. After a few minutes of this you're on the phone with the cable company as the sound comes back on.

Caelan Tyler: We apologize for the technical difficulties folks, the damn janitor unplugged the wrong cord, but we should be back now.

Finally! You go back into your living room and sit down as Triple M lifts PIC and delivers a vicious power bomb unto the turnbuckle! He jumps to his feet and signals to the crowd that is over who in return give him a mix reaction. Triple M. picks up PIC and hooks him for 'Simply Marvelous!' The crowd erupts in cheers as 'Venom' Xavier Lux appears in the entrance.

Caelan Tyler: Venom is here!!!

Jake Steel: Oh what does that annoying little bug want now!?!

Triple M. tosses PIC to the side and walks over to the ropes pointing at Venom who is making his way down the ramp. The ref tells Triple M not to bother going outside but Triple M shoves him and then tells Venom to bring it. Venom stops half way through and motions to Triple M that he is just watching. Triple M continues to invite him into the ring, sitting on the middle rope and pushing on the top one. Venom starts to come down which prompts Triple M. to go to the middle of the ring and wait for Venom.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like these two are about to go at it Jake!

Jake Steel: Good, someone needs to put that overrated insect on his place. Triple M. is just the man to do it!

Just then though, a masked man comes from the crowd, jumping over the railing and climbing onto the ring behind Triple M. The man quickly hops on the top turnbuckle, and as he does, Venom stops and points him out to Triple M. Triple M. doesn't turn around, shaking his head at Venom and telling him he's not falling for it. Just then, the masked man jumps off the top turnbuckle and nails Triple M. in the back of the head with a missile drop kick! The ref immediately calls for the bell as the masked man quickly pulls Triple M. towards one of the corners. He lays them there and then climbs back up to the top turnbuckle. The masked man points to Venom who gives him the thumps up, but then switches it into a thumbs down. The masked man nods and then jumps off, and nails Triple M. with a swanton bomb!

Caelan Tyler: Devastating move by that man!

Jake Steel: That cheating bastard Venom! I knew he would resort to this sort of tactics.

The ref tries to get the masked man out but he just ignores him. Venom slides into the ring applauding. He shakes the masked man's hand and then tells him to take off his mask. As he begins to do just that, Venom picks up Triple M. and holds him up ask the masked man reveals himself to be… Johnny Elite!

Caelan Tyler: It's Johnny Elite! I thought Venom fired him!

Jake Steel: So did Triple M! I knew he was a good for nothing backstabbing rat!

Caelan Tyler: Well it looks like that good for nothing backstabbing rat knows a thing or two about wrestling!

Johnny Elite walks up to Triple M. and begins to mock him, making childish faces at him. Venom tosses Triple M. to the side and then he and Johnny Elite shake hands. They raise each other's arms in victory, the crowd gives them a mix reaction as 'Never Know' by Cypress Hill begins to play.

Caelan Tyler: I guess Johnny Elite still is Venom's manager after all!

Jake Steel: Every piece of crap deserves another piece of crap managing him.

The cameras cut to the entrance from the parking lot from an inside view. The white door sits still until none other than Kevin Heat steps through, smirking with a sports bag over one shoulder. Wearing a dark blue baseball cap, white T-shirt, jeans and the NLW Legacy Title around his waist, he walks forward down the hallway. Before he can take more than a few steps though, he is forced up against a wall by a couple of bulky security personnel.

Kevin Heat: Hey, hey, hey! What gives, fellas? I haven't done anything wrong!

Jack Sullivan: Not yet you haven't.

Following the personnel with a considerable stride, a focused glare, and a sneer that clearly says I-mean-business, Jack Sullivan steps up to Kevin with his arms clasped behind him. Kevin smirks when he sees him.

Kevin Heat: Sully! What's up, man? Yeah, I kind of have these guys holding me against a wall, so if you could tell them to stop, that would be -

Jack Sullivan: Search him.

Kevin Heat: What?!

Without warning a third security personnel comes forward and pats Kevin down, Kevin looking confused and violated as he does so.

Kevin Heat: What's all this about, Sully?

Jack Sullivan: I'm making sure you don't destroy anything else tonight, Heat. Lord knows, I'm already on a tight leash after your last stunt.

Kevin Heat: Destroy? Come on, 'destroy' is a bit much, don't you think?

Jack Sullivan: That fire nearly burned through the roof the arena! Do you have any idea how much that kind of damage costs to fix? You're lucky I don't fire your ass right now and make you pay the damages out of pocket!

Security: He's clean, sir. All I could find was this.

The man holds up the monogrammed lighter that Kevin holds dear. Jack takes it and examines it himself before holding it up before Kevin's hungry eyes.

Kevin Heat: Come on, Jack, let's be reasonable about this. So, I left a bit of a burn on the ceiling…

Jack Sullivan: It isn't just 'a bit of a burn,' Kevin!

Kevin Heat: Okay, okay! I kicked it up a notch. But, seriously, Jack… What did the lighter ever do to you?!

Jack Sullivan: Not the lighter, Kevin - you! It's really quite a little talent you have.

Kevin Heat: Well, I know I'm up for the title, Sully, but flattery will get you no where.

Jack Sullivan: That's not the talent I'm talking about! You have the uncanny ability to do whatever possible to tick me off and I'm tired of it, Kevin! If you do one thing - anything - to screw tonight up, you're out of here until further notice.

Stammering, Kevin looks on in disbelief.

Kevin Heat: You can't force the NLW Champion to not show up! That's like… against the rules, isn't it?

Jack smirks.

Jack Sullivan: You aren't the NLW Champion yet, Heat, and if Venom does as well as he did in the last Path of Destiny tournament, you never will be.

Security: Hey! What's in there?

Jack turns to look as the security personnel points to the sports bag that Kevin dropped when apprehended. Kevin struggles to get at it, but they grab it from the floor.

Kevin Heat: Nothing. There's nothing in there but my attire and some extra undies!
Jack Sullivan: We'll see about that…

The men hold up the sports bag, grab the zipper and pull - to find a bundle of clothes and wrestling attire. Jack meekly plucks through the bag only to find more clothes, a large stack of magazines bound by rubber bands and (as promised) extra clean boxers. He looks up to see Kevin's as-innocent-as-it-gets face and glares.

Jack Sullivan: Alright, Kevin. You're free to go. But if I find out you've got something cooked up for tonight - anything at all - be sure to write a Postcard from the side of the road.

Kevin Heat: Sully, I promise - Scout's honor -

He puts up the traditional two-fingers as high as he can in his trapped state.

Kevin Heat: - that I've got nothing in store tonight that goes boom.

Kevin smiles weakly. Jack, looking him up and down, motions for security to let him go and tosses Kevin's lighter into the sports bag. Following the NLW owner without a backward glance, they leave Kevin alone in the hallway to grabs his things. As he zips back up his sports bag, a knowing smirk starts to form on his face. Returning the bag to his shoulder, his smirk grows as he walks down the hallway and the cameras return to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: I don't know, Jake… As much as Kevin seems to want his job, he still looks suspicious.

Jake Steel: Suspicious, susmishous. If he does anything to piss off Sullivan tonight, he's out of here. If he doesn't, he's bound to lose the NLW Championship. I say it's a win-win situation!

Inside, the ring, the nine competitors for the battle royal are all in the ring, waiting impatiently to get the match started.

Zach King: The following match is an over the top rope battle royal and the winner will get a shot at the NLW Anarchy X championship!

With that, the bell rings and wrestlers start to immediately tear into each other. Black Phoenix, seeing Kylo as being her biggest threat in the match, makes a beeline for him, driving a solid boot into his gut before peppering him with rights. While this is going on Cade McCaffrey forces Annie Alvarez in the corner with knees and forearm shots while in the center of the ring Cameron Barclay uses his size to his advantage, tossing around other competitors with hiptosses and body slams.

Caelan Tyler: Things are starting off fast here, with Cameron Barclay using his size advantage against guys like Pitbull and War Machine. You gotta figure he's the favorite in this, even if this is his first match in NLW.

Jake Steel: Size is overrated in battle royals, my money is on that crazy Black Phoenix chick, she scares me.

Caelan Tyler: A woman scaring you? Usually the opposite is true…

Jake Steel: Shut up!

By this point Kylo has cut Black Phoenix off with a knee and whips her into the ropes. Rather than bouncing off the ropes, BP baseball slides, going under the bottom rope and to the outside. She waves her finger and shakes her head at Kylo before grabbing Mickey LeBlanc's leg and pulling hard, taking him off his feet. She drags him out under the bottom rope to the outside, where she levels him with a clothesline. Inside the ring, Kylo turns his attention to Barclay, elbowing the big man in the side of the head before dropping him with a DDT to the mat. Pitbull and War Machine have teamed up at this point, both alternating between stomping Annie in the corner while Cade has Jay Randall locked in an armbar, cranking down hard on it.

Caelan Tyler: Interesting tactics by Black Phoenix here, dragging Mickey to the outside. Not sure what she hopes to accomplish by it though.

Jake Steel: Yeah, um, back in the ring with you!

In the ring, Pitbull and War Machine have turned their attentions to Cade and have begun to stomp her in the corner. Cameron has managed to fight his way to a vertical base, whipping Kylo to the ropes and leveling him with a big boot to the face. Right after dropping Kylo Cameron catches a dropkick from Annie, staggering him backwards. Jay Randall spins Barclay around, and a leaping enziguri quickly takes the big man off his feet. Outside the ring, Black Phoenix grabs Mickey by the head and slams him face-first into the announcer's table, giving Jake Steel a dirty look before rolling LeBlanc back into the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Well Jake, I think she can smell your fear.

Jake Steel: Damn crazy bitch…

Caelan Tyler: I'd like to see you say that to her face Jake.

Now back inside the ring, Black Phoenix turns her attention towards Pitbull and War Machine, who are trying to get Cade over the top rope, but Cade is holding on tight. A roundhouse kick drops War Machine to the mat, and Pitbull immediately turns his attention to BP, who merely grins before kicking him in the gut and hooking him with a snap suplex. Elsewhere in the ring Annie has taken Jay down with a swinging neckbreaker and is now kicking him in the side while Cameron and Kylo continue to exchange blows. Mickey gets to his feet and seeing Cade still trying to untangle herself from the ropes rushes over to try to eliminate her. As her reaches her, Cade frees her legs and while still holding onto the top rope she swings her body upwards, grabbing Mickey and pulling him over the top rope with a headscissors! Mickey crashes to the mat as the ref outside signals to Zach King.

Zach King: Mickey LeBlanc has been eliminated!

Caelan Tyler: Out first elimination in this match, Mickey was never even able to get in any offense for this match.

Jake Steel: Well if he has tried wrestling instead of not sucking he might've had a shot at it.

Caelan Tyler: Some people just have no luck in matches.

Now standing again, Cade rushes towards Annie, taking her down with a spear before mounting her and delivering rights to the side of Annie's head. Black Phoenix brings War Machine down with a facebreaker DDT before turning her attention back to Pitbull, delivering knees to his midsection. Meanwhile, Kylo delivers a big boot to Jay Randall before moving to deliver a superkick to BP! BP ducks it, and Kylo instead catches War Machine, sending him tumbling over the top rope.

Zach King: War Machine has been eliminated!

Caelan Tyler: There's elimination number 2 in War Machine.

Jake Steel: God damn, Kylo can't even getting kicking someone in the head right, that's just pathetic.

Caelan Tyler: Hey now, an elimination is an elimination, regardless of who you meant to take out.

Jake Steel: Screw that noise, you want to take out the biggest threat in the ring, and Kylo failed like he always does.

Black Phoenix immediately retaliates, clotheslining Kylo before getting nailed from behind by a lariat from Cameron Barclay. Barclay begins to put some heavy boots into Black Phoenix while across the ring Cade has turned her attention to Jay Randall, hitting him with a variety of kicks before taking him down and applying a kneebar. Annie quickly breaks that up with a boot before dragging Cade up by her hair and whipping her across the ring into the waiting arms of Pitbull, who powerslams the newcomer to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: The match is heating up here, with seven competitors left it's anyone's ballgame, although it looks like a few people are teaming up to take down the newcomer Cade McCaffrey.

Jake Steel: That's confusing the hell outta me honestly, why wouldn't you be teaming up against someone like Barclay or hell even Kylo?

Caelan Tyler: It's a battle royal Jake, everyone is a threat.

Jake Steel: Hell, even your…

Caelan Tyler: Don't finish that sentence, let that dead horse rest for once Jake.

Kylo gets to his feet, quickly joining Cameron in stomping Black Phoenix a new one before turning on Cameron with some stiff shots. Jay is struggling to try to get Pitbull over the top rope while Cade has gotten the upper hand on Annie again and drops her to the mat before charging over to where Jay and Pitbull are, hitting both with a spinning heel kick that knocks them out to ringside.

Zach King: Jay Randall and Pitbull have been eliminated!

Caelan Tyler: That makes three eliminations by the newcomer Cade McCaffrey now. She's on fire here tonight!

Jake Steel: She no doubt just put a huge bull's-eye on her chest here by doing that.

Caelan Tyler: I'd thinking eliminating people would be to your benefit.

Jake Steel: Not if it draws unwanted attention it isn't.

And draw attention it did, as Kylo quickly moves over, nailing Cade with rights before dropping her with a lariat. On the other side of the ring, Cameron has gotten upper hand on Black Phoenix, lifting her up and slamming her down with the Celtic Cross onto the top turnbuckle. Black Phoenix falls limply to the mat as Annie charges towards Kylo, who grabs her by the head and tosses her over the top rope.

Zach King: Annie Alvarez has been eliminated!

Caelan Tyler: We're down to the final four competitors here Jake.

Jake Steel: Ugh, I'm not likely any of our options here, just someone please eliminate that crazy bitch! Dear God.

Kylo turns his attention back to Cameron, and the two men exchange rights before a clubbing blow to the back of the neck by Cade knocks Kylo off his feet. Cade kicks him in the shoulder a few times for good measure until Cameron takes her off her feet with a massive big boot! Cameron turns to see Black Phoenix using the ropes to pull herself up and tries the same thing. BP sees him coming and pulls down hard on the top rope while dropping, causing Barclay to miss his mark and go tumbling out the ring

Zach King: Cameron Barclay has been eliminated!

While Black Phoenix catches her breath Kylo gets to his feet before grabbing Cade and dragging her over to the ropes, tossing her over. Cade manages to grab the top rope, however, and attempts to skin the cat. Before she can pull herself up, Kylo kicks her hands, knocking her grip loose as she falls to the floor. Kylo shakes his head, not realizes that Black Phoenix has gotten behind him, and a boot to the back of his head sends Kylo tumbling to the outside after Cade. The bell rings as Black Phoenix holds her arm up victoriously!

Zach King: Both Cade McCaffrey and Kylo have been eliminated! Your winner and the person who will get a future Anarchy X title match… BLACK PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: Black Phoenix did it Jake! She won her debut and secured herself a future Anarchy X title match!

Jake Steel: Damnit! That lady creeps me out.

Venom and Johnny Elite are seeing walking down the hall, laughing, still celebrating what they pulled off earlier tonight. As they walk past Jack Sullivan's office, the door swings open and out steps Sullivan. Johnny is about to greet him but Jack shoves him out of the way and comes face to face with Venom.

Jack Sullivan: That was really cute what you just pulled off out there.

Venom: You think so? I thought someone you like would appreciate it.

Jack Sullivan: Someone like me? Listen to me Venom. You came into my office asking me to help you, begging me to keep Triple M. out of your match tonight. What was that you said? I like to win fair and lose fair?

Venom: Yeah, that's what I said. Meant every word.

Jack Sullivan: Yeah, and then you got and pull a stunt like this?

Venom: I had to get him back for what he did to me last week, you know that!

Jack Sullivan: All I know is that you tried to insult my intelligence. You ask me for help than you do the exact same thing Triple M. did to you?

Venom: Look, fine, you don't have to help me. I guess Triple M. and I are even.

Jack Sullivan: No, I don't think so. You see, while you and Triple M. may be even, you having Johnny Elite actually gives you an advantage over Kevin Heat and your match with him tonight.

Venom: No it do--

Jack Sullivan: So what I need to do is be fair. Do the right thing. So the only way I see the match becoming fair, even if you will, is by assign a special guest referee.

Venom: What? Who!?

Jack Sullivan: Marvelous… Mario… Maurako!

Venom: What!?!?! No! You can't do that to me!!

Jack Sullivan: I own this company Venom. I can do whatever I damn please.

Jack Sullivan walks away before Venom can get another word in. Johnny comes back into the picture, rubbing his behind apparently having just got up but Jack Sullivan shoves him back down as he leaves his office, heading down the hallway.

Jake Steel: Yes! Serves that bastard right!

The cameras return backstage to find Kevin Heat in his locker room searching through his things. His sports bag sits on a bench with his wrestling attire laid out beside it. He pulls out a few pairs of underwear carelessly and sets them on the bench in front of him. Digging though the mess of clothes inside, Kevin pulls out the bound stack of magazines and sets them also on the bench.

Caelan Tyler: And here's our other Path of Destiny finalist Kevin Heat again. I don't know what's been going through his head lately with hating his fans.

Jake Steel: I say it's the most sense he's made in a long time… and that's saying something.

Kevin smiles as he pulls the rubber bands one-by-one off the stack of magazines and tosses them aside. The disheveled mess of Sports Illustrated sinks to one side and under the first three, it looks like the edges of magazines have been cut off and stuck to something. Kevin frantically pulls off the extra magazines and magazine edges to reveal a small, unmarked box. He picks up the box and shakes it lightly. A small clang emits from the box. His smile widens.

Taking the box under his arm, he goes for the door to his locker room and exits out into the hallway. The cameras follow him as he walks quickly down a hallway, passing a few of the other superstars and even a small stand that Eriq Mobely has put up with KYLO8 T-shirts for sale. Kevin rolls his eyes as he passes and hurries farther down the hallway.

Jake Steel: Where the hell's he going?

A question that's answered almost immediately. The centered nameplate of Jack Sullivan's office stand on a sturdy door at the end of the hallway. Going up to it, he knocks gently and puts his ear to the door. No answer. Going inside, he enters Jack's office and closes the door behind him. Kevin heads straight for the desk, but another voice startles him.

Voice: Hey there, stranger.

Kevin turns quickly to find Black Phoenix standing just in front of the door wearing her ornate mask. Taking a few deep breaths to settle himself, he returns to the task he came to complete.

Kevin Heat: Hey yourself. Black Phoenix, right?

Black Phoenix: You're not supposed to be in here.

It isn't a warning, just an observation. Kevin places the box in his hands on the owner's desk, a half-glance back at her.

Kevin Heat: And you are?

Black Phoenix: I don't need permission.

Kevin Heat: And neither do I! But I do have one question for you. …Is it hard to breathe in that thing?

She ignores it, coming up to sit on the edge of the desk where Kevin is working, carefully opening the box. He can't help but notice her interest in the box and its contents in front of him.

Black Phoenix: What you got there?

Kevin Heat: A surprise.

Black Phoenix: Like last week?

Kevin Heat: …You could say that.

A smile is vaguely evident behind the mask as she steps off the desk and back towards the door. Kevin reaches his hands inside the box and fiddles with something. Tick, tock, tick, tock… The rhythmic noise fills the room and Kevin slowly re-closes the box.

Black Phoenix: Sounds like you've got everything under control.

Kevin Heat: Yeah, I do!

Black Phoenix: Well, that's not much fun.

Kevin Heat: …Not sure if I see what you're getting at.

Black Phoenix: Just remember this - next time you light a fire… make sure it doesn't go out.

Kevin Heat: What's that supposed to -

He turns to find that Black Phoenix has gone. Smirking, he has one last look at the ticking box on the desk before stepping out of the office.

Caelan Tyler: Well, that was certainly… interesting…

Caelan Tyler: Time now for the big tag team match, Jake! Two debuting grapplers - Aphrodisia Jordan and Pendragon - take on two established NLW superstars in Brad Dalton and TJ Arrington!

Jake Steel: Rookies against losers? Jeesh, I can hardly wait…

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

The sound of a banjo playing is heard as the lights in the arena dim. The fans stand in anticipation as the banjo continues to play until it is rocked with a loud bass, as this happens pyros go off and Brad Dalton emerges from behind the curtain and makes his way to the ring. He enters the ring, climbs the back right turnbuckle flexes his arm and points at his bicep, he then smiles and gives the audience a thumbs up before climbing down.

Zach King: Introducing first, in the ring, from Poughkeepsie, New York, weighing in at 250lbs… BRAD DALTON!

Caelan Tyler: A tough break for this NLW newcomer last time against Venom! He'll certainly be looking to put things right tonight against Pendragon and Aphrodisia!

Jake Steel: Yeah, and he might stand a decent chance too if his partner wasn't that hack Arrington…

Zach King: And his partner…

The lights go out in the arena as a countdown starts. Once it hits zero the beat hits hard, and the lights come back up with an explosion behind Arrington at the top of the ramp. He walks down the ramp, casually, touching fans hands, but focusing on the ring.

Zach King: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Atlanta, Georgia..weighing in at 186 pounds...he is 'The Street Messiah' T...J....ARRINGTOOOOOON!

Arrington slides under the bottom rope, walks over to the far right turnbuckle, and looks out into the audience. He steps down, and goes to the corresponding diagonal turnbuckle and holds his hands up arrogantly. He steps down and leans back against the ropes, he then goes to a corner and begins preparing for his opponents.

Jake Steel: This guy didn't look too hot against Heat last week…

Caelan Tyler: Indeed, TJ Arrington's career has really stuttered somewhat since his NLW return, but he's a former NLW Champion lest we forget… if anyone can turn it around, it's this man!

Zach King: And their opponents…

The lights go out, plummeting the entire arena into darkness. For a few moments, there is nothing but the soft sounds of the crowds rumbling with anticipation. A low, raspy voice speaks:

From now on, we are enemies… you and I.

The speakers explode in the hauntingly melodic tune of 'Warheart' by Children of Bodom. Images begin to pulse upon the video screen in time to the base beat of a pale woman's body parts. Her hand, clutching a cigarette, black nails long and seemingly lethal. Her shoulder, marred by deep and ragged scars.

I'm an outcast on the path of rebound
Everything is frail, I desolate, crush, and burn
I have chosen darkness to be my guide
War is in my heart, death is by my side

Her naked back, littered with a bullet marks, cuts and whip marks that slice through the tattoos on her skin. Her right eye, deep blue orb piercing through the darkness, seeming to glow, accented by two, black lines cut into her skin from the middle of her forehead to below her cheek bone. The image of the woman's scarred eye begins to pan out, exposing the other, the barbell through the bridge of her nose. Her straight, black hair hangs around her face as it pans out further, exposing her nose, the ring through her septum. Her lips drawn back into a wicked smile that hints of things to come, the three rings glimmering devilishly.

Warheart! No remains from compassion or love
Warheart! Hate your fellow as yourself
I have chosen night to be my guide
When the daylight strikes, I hide in my trench and die
I'm the cold-blooded killer who'll fuck you up!

The images continues to pan out, exposing the rest of Aphrodisia Jordan's body, wrapped in tight, black latex dress that goes from her breasts to her thighs. Her lips part, teeth glinting sharply as she seems to growl at the camera. The image disappears, sending the video screen into darkness. Smoke billows up from the stage, a solitary, red spotlight illuminating through it. The feminine silhouette steps out of the shadows, outlined by the single red light. Aphrodisia breaks through the wall of smoke, purple and white fireworks erupting from around the video screen and stage, the crowds erupting in thunderous cheers. Her face is lacking her piercings, but the haunting lines through her eyes are enough to make-up for it. Upon the screen, images of past triumphs, injuries and death-defying moves play across the screen.

Warheart! No remains from compassion or love
Warheart! Hate your fellow as yourself
I'm the warheart, I'm dying to win the battle I live everyday
One for all and all for me I'm an animal better set me free

Her body is clad in a pair of baggy, black jeans that remain upon her shapely hips by a studded belt with a Jolly Roger belt-buckle. Her feet are adorned with heavy combat boots with skull lTJs, her abdomen covered with a black wife-beater. She begins to move down the ramp as the music enters its reprieve.

I'm an outcast on the path of rebound
Everything is frail, I desolate, crush, and burn
I have chosen darkness to be my guide
War is in my heart, death is by my side

She slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope, that sadistic grin still plastered on her face. Blue eyes scan the arena as she moves to her feet and then her corner, pacing like a caged animal.

Warheart! I'm the Warheart,
I'm dying to win the battle I live everyday
One for all and all for me.
I'm an animal: better set me free!

Zach King: …introducing first, from Salem, New Jersey, weighing in at 168lbs and making her NLW debut… 'THE WARHEART' APHRODISIA JORDAN!

Caelan Tyler: Well she looks… uh… interesting?

Jake Steel: Looks fuckin' freaky if you ask me! What is it with the sudden influx of crazy goth types all of a sudden?!

Zach King: And her partner…

An army of strobing lights go off, dominating the entire stage area and ringside. 'Imaginary' by Evanescence slowly starts up as a picture of a lit candle flashes on the video screen.

In my field of paper flowers
and candied clouds of multiply
I lye inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me

A gigantic boom of pyro goes off just as Lucius can be seen coming through the curtain. Lacking most emotion, he steadily walks to the center of the stage before pausing, looking straight up towards the rafters, and raising one fist in the air. As the music continues, Lucius makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring.

Zach King: …from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at 270lbs and also making his NLW debut… PENDRAGON!

Caelan Tyler: You may remember this guy from his time in EPW and ICWF… Pendragon is a BEAST!

Jake Steel: He looks like he's going to eat TJ Arrington, check that look on his face…

Indeed Pendragon flashes a deathly scowl at his opponents before flashing an equally off-putting glance at his partner for the night, Aphrodisia Jordan.

Caelan Tyler: Clearly this rookie team isn't going to enjoy a healthy working relationship tonight Jake! Just look at the tension between the two…

Jake Steel: You got that one right, Cael… it's not like their opponents are main event level talent though, lets be honest here.

Before the match can begin, 'In My Grip' by Samhain begins to play as Jack Sullivan walks onto the entrance ramp, microphone in hand.

Jack Sullivan: Now, I realize none of you want to be partnered here tonight, so I decided to make it all worth your while. The person who scores the pin here? They get a Legacy Championship shot. Have fun.

DING DING DING!

Caelan Tyler: Well, I guess the match has started, and that announcement is huge!

There is a moment of confusion as the bell rings as both teams appear to be struggling to agree on who should start the match. Arrington and Dalton appear to be having a relatively civilized debate, while Jordan and Pendragon are straight-up bawling in each other's faces.

Jake Steel: Look at this! Neither of these teams of losers can even agree on who's going to start us off!

Caelan Tyler: Something tells me we're going to have a pretty unstable match here tonight, Jake.

Jake Steel: You're telling me! Look at Aphrodisia and Pendragon going at it!

The referee is quick to realize what is going on and sets about separating the arguing NLW newcomers. He orders Aphrodisia out of the ring as Arrington steps through the ropes quietly on the other side of the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Well, looks like we might FINALLY get started here!

Pendragon and Dalton go at it, locking up - Pendragon easily overpowers the lighter wrestler, and transitions from an armlock into a German Suplex, slamming Dalton back onto the mat! Dalton hits mat and flops over, rolling with the impact, and tags in TJ Arrington!

Jake Steel: Tagging already!?! What a pussy!

Caelan Tyler: Yeah, but didn't you feel the impact of that German suplex? That was huge!

Jake Steel: It's only a fucking suplex, man! Dalton sucks!

Pendragon snarls and taunts Arrington, who rushes over the ropes and charges in, slamming Pendragon with a massive superkick, sending the much larger Lucius falling to the floor. Arrington cocks a leg and slams down onto Pendragon' back with a Elbow Drop. After making contact, he roughly flips Pendragon over and begins slugging the former ICWF wrestler in the face with wicked hard shots with his right hand!

Caelan Tyler: And the tide turns immediately! Look at the intensity in Arrington's eyes!

Jake Steel: Yeah, he's out to prove to every that he's not such a worthless jobber after all, I guess.

Caelan Tyler: Sometimes Jake, I really just wish you'd sit and call the match, you know?

Jake Steel: Pffft, whatever dude… boring-ass play-by-play is your domain!

TJ begins throttling Pendragon, choking the life out of him…Until Aphrodisia leaps on the top turnbuckle in her corner and executes a huge moonsault, soaring through the air at an unprecedented height, and SLAMS down on Arrington and Pendragon. She crumples to the mat as Arrington's head meets mat, allowing Pendragon to slide off and roll away!

Jake Steel: Did you see that?!

Caelan Tyler: The moonsault?

Jake Steel: Yeah, Jordan just wiped both men out!

Caelan Tyler: Indeed! I get the impression that she doesn't like Pendragon too much, but she obviously doesn't want to lose her debut match like that!

Jake Steel: Perhaps a thinly-disguised attack on her partner also? Two birds with one stone, my friend!

Pendragon regains his bearings and picks Arrington up by the head, and suddenly slugs the crap out of him with a left hook. As Arrington reels, Pendragon hits a DDT and makes the cover.

1…

2…

And Arrington gets a shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Shoulder up by the former NLW Champ!

Jake Steel: Pendragon really cleaned his clock with that one too! Ouch!

Pendragon spits and goes to make the tag to Aphrodisia, who has recovered and waits patiently in the corner.

Jake Steel: And the crazy bitch is in!

Caelan Tyler: Our first look at Aphrodisia Jordan in in-ring action, lets see how she holds up!

Arrington crawls over to his corner, but Aphrodisia comes in and savagely kicks Arrington in the back of the head, dropping him back down to the mat. Arrington tries to get to his feet, but Aphrodisia sweep kicks him, knocking him back to the mat. Arrington takes the bump and recovers, but Aphrodisia locks him in a hammerlock!

Caelan Tyler: … and almost instantly she's right on top of Arrington!

Jake Steel: 'On top'? Ho ho ho…

Caelan Tyler: Wha!?! Not like that you perv! GOD!

Jake Steel: God? Nah man, you got the wrong dude… but I'll admit we do share a few similar personality traits.

Arrington powers out and swings a massive arm backwards, but Aphrodisia actually does the splits and administers a Low Blow!

Crowd: OWWWWWWW!

Jake Steel: Hahaha, right in the cojones! Take that, TJ!

Caelan Tyler: …cojones?

Jake Steel: What, you don't know what that means!? Christ Caelan, you're such a square.

Caelan Tyler: Yeah, right, I'm obviously not as 'down with the kids' as you are, right?'

Jake Steel: Right!

Arrington doubles over and staggers over to the corner, slapping in Dalton, who fairly flips over the ropes and does a Low Dropkick to Aphrodisia, who is still on the mat after doing the splits… Aphrodisia is knocked over and she howls in pain.

Caelan Tyler: OUCH!

Dalton picks Aphrodisia up by the hair…and does a side kick, driving his boot into her mid-section! As she takes the impact, he savagely uppercuts her, all the while still holding her hair. He does a drop-toe hold and drives her face into the mat, all the while, still clenching a fistful of her hair.

Caelan Tyler: This offence from Dalton is SAVAGE, Jake! Obviously he feels like he's got something to prove after his loss last week…

Jake Steel: Dude, get some new lines! You've said that like five times already!

Dalton grabs her hair and lifts her face off the mat, revealing a busted open forehead. He snarls and curses at her, before dropping her with a stationary spinebuster.

Jake Steel: Actually, you've got a point! Dalton's taking Aphrodisia to town at the moment!

Caelan Tyler: Indeed he is!

Dalton lifts her to her feet, and Aphrodisia is dazed and covered in blood, but before he can act he's headbutted in the nose from Jordan! Dalton staggers back and Aphrodisia drops to the mat, holding her head!

Caelan Tyler: Man, it looks like Jordan's hurt out there!

Jake Steel: Oh, she can take it… it's only a bit of blood, after all.

Caelan Tyler: I don't know man, both these competitors looks like they've had their lights knocked out at the moment!

Dalton roars in pain and shakes his head as he sees Aphrodisia on her back on the mat, holding her head, dazed. He dives on top of her for the cover!

1…

2…

No! Aphrodisia drives her thumbs into Dalton's eyes!

Jake Steel: AIEEEE! That looks HORRIBLE!

Dalton breaks the cover and grabs Aphrodisia's hair and slams his fist into her nose! They break apart, Jordan clutching her face while Dalton thrashes around covering his eyes. Aphrodisia crawls over to her corner and tags in Pendragon, while Dalton blindly makes his way to TJ, who is screaming to be tagged in.

Caelan Tyler: And the fresh man are in! About time too…

Pendragon gets tagged in and he drags Dalton away from the corner by the foot. Dalton gets to one foot and tries for an Enziguri, but Pendragon ducks and forces Dalton to the mat, locking in a half Boston Crab! Almost immediately Arrington bursts into the ring and kicks Pendragon in the back of the head!

Jake Steel: Now THAT'S dirty tactics for you!

Caelan Tyler: It's a good thing he came in when he did, Jake! I don't think Dalton could have taken much more…

Jake Steel: Bah!

Pendragon hits the mat and rolls away, only to have Arrington drag him back by his foot in an eerie re-enactment of what happened to Dalton… Except Pendragon gets on his hands in a push-up position and pistons his free foot back, smashing his foot into Arrington's hand, causing Arrington to let go. Pendragon scrambles to his feet, and spears Arrington to the mat. He proceeds to pummel Arrington with closed fists until the ref pulls him off.

Jake Steel: Kill that loser, Lucius!

Arrington gets to his feet and shakes off the hits. Pendragon circles him, measuring the NLW veteran…

Caelan Tyler: Oh boy, a storm's a coming…

Jake Steel: Lets get it on!

Pendragon and Arrington lock up, and Arrington powers Pendragon down to his knees. He breaks the lock-up and slams his fist into Pendragon' head. As Pendragon falls to the mat, Arrington takes a moment to breath before pulling his larger opponent up to a vertical base. However, as TJ is pulling him up Pendragon manages to kick him in the gut! He drags his opponent over to his corner, but as he does so Aphrodisia blind tags him on the shoulder!

Caelan Tyler: OH!

Jake Steel: Blind tag by Jordan!

Caelan Tyler: You can bet that Lucius isn't going to like that one bit, Jake!

Pendragon sneers at his partner, obviously disgusted by her actions, but understands that it's probably a better idea to accept the tag and return to the apron. In the ring Aphrodisia floors Arrington with a dropkick before stomping away on him for good measure. She then hauls him up to his feet and drags him across to the opposite turnbuckles before climbing up and nailing a picture perfect flipping piledriver!

Caelan Tyler: What a move!

Jake Steel: I think she calls that one 'The Cat's Cradle,' whatever that may mean…

With a grin across her face Jordan hauls TJ up once again, before licking the dazed wrestler on the cheek.

Jake Steel: WHAT THE HELL!?!

Caelan Tyler: Did she just… lick TJ Arrington!

Jake Steel: I think so!

Caelan Tyler: …interesting.

She lets go of Arrington who - still groggy - immediately falls back to the mat. She then proceeds to climb up the turnbuckles again, before leaping off with a spectacular 630 splash! Showing little signs of fatigue, Jordan again licks Arrington's cheek and makes the cover.

1…

2…

3!

Caelan Tyler: It's over!

Jake Steel: After some cheek licking action as well!

Caelan Tyler: So Pendragon and Jordan score a victory over a team featuring a former NLW champion in their debut match tonight, and Aphrodisia gets a Legacy Championship shot! What a boost for them!

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners… LUCIUS PENDRAGON AND APHRODISIA JORDAN!

The cameras catch Jack Sullivan walking backstage with Harvey Danger in tow.

Jack Sullivan: I knew putting that arcade in was a bad idea, I just knew it! Well, that ends today.

Harvey Danger: Just because someone beat your high score on Space Invaders?

Jack Sullivan: Of course not! …And that was bullshit anyway!

Jack enters his office and starts to look through papers on the edge of his desk. He hardly notices the unmarked box until the tick, tock hits his ears. He looks up and his eyes go wide. Backing up slowly, he calls over his shoulder.

Jack Sullivan: Harvey…

Harvey Danger: Yes?

Jack Sullivan: Call the bomb squad.

Harvey Danger: You're going to bomb the arcade? Don't you think that's a bit much -

Jack Sullivan: Not that bomb squad!

Jack points to the ticking box on his desk and Harvey gets the same look of shocked stillness.

Harvey Danger: Uh… uh, right!

Harvey runs off down a hallway as Jack slowly closes the door to his office.

Caelan Tyler: The bomb squad?! What the hell?!

Jake Steel: …This is weird…

The camera switches to another area backstage, where Mickey LeBlanc is walking backstage dejectedly after his failure to achieve anything major in his second fight in his big comeback. He slaps a defenseless orange juice carton aside as he mutters to himself.

Mickey LeBlanc: God damn…UGGGH!

Suddenly without warning Mickey jerks off the ground and he begins to kick his feet desperately as a gurgling sound comes from his throat. The camera scans up to see The Black Phoenix with a twisted smile on her face as she chokes the 90's star with the star spangled banner.

The Black Phoenix: Mickey… Mickey… Mickey… This was your rebirth, your big comeback? You've shown as much passion as a sloth out there, old man. I don't think you really want it bad enough do you?

Mickey gurgles again and tries to free himself from The Black Phoenix's adhoc noose, but she just sneers and twists it tighter.

The Black Phoenix: At least this time, I'm giving you a reason. Be something more, reach higher, train harder… or the last part of your legacy will be where I strung you up and choked away the last of your dignity.

Mickey's eyes are almost rolling back into his head as The Black Phoenix releases her grip and lets him drop uncaringly to the floor. His head makes a sickening crack against the concrete as the camera man drops the camera and screams for a medic. The Black Phoenix drops to the ground and lays the half burnt American flag onto of LeBlanc's body. She leans down to the camera and grins with a big thumbs up in the lens.

The Black Phoenix: Remember this act of violence was brought to you in support of Kylo 08… The Violent Psychotic's choice for your president.

The Black Phoenix turns and walks away.

The camera cuts to backstage, into one of the locker rooms. The Phoenix is sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back to the camera. In front of him is a monitor, showing a tape of a fire burning. There is no sound from Phoenix as the camera slowly pivots around to his front…and as it gets there it's apparent that he is in some sort of meditation, as his eyes are closed.

The camera begins to zoom in, his face now filling the entire camera shot before there is a knock at the door.

Backstage Assistant: Hey, Phoenix! It's go time!

At this, Phoenix's eyes shoot open, and those lucky people watching the broadcast in high-definition can see the reflection of the TV in Phoenix's eyes, the fires within his soul seemingly echoed in this image as his eyes appear to be on fire. Slowly, he stands as the camera zooms out, not once making a sound as he shrugs the wrinkles out of his all-crimson outfit. As he starts to move to the door, he finally speaks.

The Phoenix: If war is hell…then to hell I shall go. And may the Fates have mercy on The Ice Man…for I shall have none.

Feeling nothing more needs to be said, Phoenix exits the locker room, heading towards the ringside area.

Caelan Tyler: A real grudge match up next folks. We say The Ice Man debut on Uprising 1 by interfering in the Anarchy X title main event, effectively costing The Phoenix and Annie Alvarez their shot at the title. Well tonight The Phoenix gets a chance for redemption as he finally gets his hands on The Ice Man, one-on-one.

The echoes of wind blowing fill the arena, followed by the whine of an electric guitar as Bon Jovi's 'Blaze of Glory' hits. A few moments later, the instrumental ends as Jon Bon Jovi sings, a capella:

Wake up in the morning and I raise my weary head,
Got an old coat for a pillow, and the earth was last night's bed.
I don't know where I'm going, only God knows where I've been,
I'm a devil on the run, a six-gun lover, a candle in the wind....

Then, as the instruments flare up again, a plume of fire erupts at the top of the aisle, and as it dies one can see the figure of a rather large man walking deliberately to the ring. It is at this point that the introduction is made.

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a grudge match scheduled for one fall! Coming down the aisle, from The End of Nowhere, weighing 365 pounds...this is The Phoenix!

Phoenix's face is simply a mask of concentration as he adjusts the straps on his red fingerless gloves. As he reaches one of the stairs to ascend to the apron, he stops, takes a deep breath, and lets out a primal scream to the heavens before climbing the stairs. He then enters the ring, bouncing off of the ropes on each side to stretch out a bit before the match starts.

Zach King: And his opponent…

Blue strobe lights begin flashing in the arena, '10,000 Fists' by Disturbed begins to play and the Ice Man steps out from behind the curtain. He pauses on the stage to take in the cheers and jeers from the thousands in attendance. He slowly makes his way to the ring. He walks up the steps and steps into the ring. He goes to the far turnbuckle and throws his hands into the air, fists clenched. He then hops down and the strobe lights stop as he prepares for the match to begin.

Zach King: … from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at 275lbs… THE ICE MAN!

Caelan Tyler: This should be a pretty competitive match Jake! We saw The Ice Man pick up a debut victory over Annie Alvarez last time, and we know his pedigree from ICWF, but you can bet that The Phoenix will be out for revenge tonight!

Jake Steel: He did effectively cost Phoenix the Anarchy X title after all, that might liven this jobberfest up a little bit!

As the announcers banter the bell rings and the two men lock up in the middle of the ring; The Ice Man gets the upper hand and managers to nail his opponent with a stiff uppercut. Phoenix reels back, as Ice Man scrambles to the top rope. Ice Man takes off, and nails Phoenix with a flying dropkick.

Caelan Tyler: Missile dropkick by Ice Man! And this match is officially under way!

Jake Steel: But LOOK!

Phoenix remains standing after the dropkick, shaking off the impact. Ice Man gets to his feet, sees Phoenix standing and backs off. Phoenix, now snarling as he literally quivers with rage, screams for Ice Man to attack. Ice Man shrugs and heads for Phoenix. The big man heads for The Ice Man, who stops at the last second and pokes Phoenix in the eye! Phoenix reels away, momentarily blinded.

Jake Steel: HEY!

Caelan Tyler: Thumb to the eye, and that will stop any man!

Jake Steel: Even a big dude like The Phoenix!

Caelan Tyler: Indeed! He's not the tallest but this guy is BUILT!

Ice Man delivers a chop block to Phoenix's right knee. He then hops to his feet and starts kicking at the knee, as Phoenix tries to limp away.

Caelan Tyler: Some brilliant strategy by Ice Man, as he goes for the big man's wheels!

Jake Steel: That's right Ice Man! You OWN that fatty!

Caelan Tyler: Fatty? That's a bit disrespectful…

Jake Steel: Like I give a shit!

Ice Man keeps kicking at the knee, until a snarling Phoenix turns and unloads with a wild roundhouse right. Ice Man ducks it, and goes for a shoulder to Phoenix's midsection but the man doesn't budge. Instead, Phoenix bends down and grabs Ice Man by the waist.

Jake Steel: Uh oh...

Phoenix sets Ice Man in a pump handle, actually hoisting Ice Man up into the air before letting him fall... down across an outstretched knee with a super gutbuster!

Jake Steel: OH!

Caelan Tyler: OUCH!

Caelan Tyler: BOCA!

Ice Man rolls away, coughing, as Phoenix smiles. He beckons angrily for Ice Man to stand. As soon as Ice Man reaches his feet, Phoenix charges, connecting with a nasty clothesline, with an impact that echoes throughout the arena. Ice Man is turned inside out before collapsing to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: DAMN! Phoenix almost took Ice Man's head off!

Jake Steel: Guess he really wants this…

Phoenix keeps up the attack, pulling Ice Man up and hoisting him in a fireman's carry. Phoenix swings Ice Man off his shoulder, and drops the hammer with a TKO!

Caelan Tyler: What a takedown by The Phoenix! For a big man, this guy can really wrestle!

Jake Steel: Yeah, not bad for a Michelin man lookalike…

Rather than make the pin, Phoenix paces back and forth a bit.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man is down for the count, but Phoenix doesn't give a damn. He's out here for revenge tonight! He wants to put his opponent through a little bit more pain tonight…

Jake Steel: He is pretty fucking angry, that's true…

Finally Phoenix heads back over, as Ice Man is clinging to the middle rope as he tries to stand. Phoenix grabs Ice Man by the hair and turns him, when Ice Man unloads with a fist to Phoenix's midsection. Ice Man fires away with a couple more shots before kneeing his opponent in the gut.

Jake Steel: OOOOH!

Caelan Tyler: That'll send the wind right out of any man's lungs, Jake! No matter how big you are!

Phoenix's face contorts in pain as Ice Man backs off, being berated by the referee for the cheap shot. Ice Man nods, realizing that, then stepping up to Phoenix and delivering a reverse mule kick below the belt as the referee steps back in position. Phoenix is now almost hunched over in pain. Ice Man bends, and delivers another chop block. Phoenix is staggered, and Ice Man shoves him over.

Caelan Tyler: DOWN GOES PHOENIX!

Jake Steel: I don't believe it!

Ice Man grabs Phoenix by the legs, and starts to lock in a submission hold. Phoenix, however, comes to his senses, gets his good leg free and kicks Ice Man in the face. He then shoots an arm off the mat and grabs Ice Man by the throat.

Jake Steel: Yes!

Caelan Tyler: I don't think The Ice Man's gonna like this!

Phoenix gets to his feet, still holding Ice Man by the throat. He lifts Ice Man with one hand, and starts to turn in a circle. He stops, turns and chokeslams Ice Man OVER the top rope to the concrete floor!

Jake Steel and Caelan Tyler simultaneously: HOLY SHIT!

A big 'NLW' chant begins as Phoenix stays in the ring, laughing, as the referee heads out to check on Ice Man.

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix has just connected on the mother of all spiral chokeslams! The Ice Man has got to be finished! He has GOT to be finished!

Jake Steel: Did you see the force, the velocity Ice Man hit the floor with?

Caelan Tyler: He almost BOUNCED, he hit so hard!

Phoenix chuckles a little to himself before motioning halfheartedly for Ice Man to get in the ring. The referee begins a count out…

1

2

3

4

Caelan Tyler: Damn, I reckon Ice Man is DONE!

5

6

7

8

Jake Steel: Game over, man!

Caelan Tyler: WAIT A MINUTE!

The fans, seeing Ice Man start to recover, start to clap.

Caelan Tyler: He's getting up!

A second hand, reaches up and snags the bottom rope.

Jake Steel: No...

Then, slowly, The Ice Man's face comes into view.

Caelan Tyler: THE ICE MAN IS UP! THE ICE MAN IS STANDING! HOW TOUGH IS THIS MAN?

Momentarily surprised, Phoenix starts over to Ice Man. He grabs the still-weak grappler, and bends to lift him, when suddenly...

Jake Steel: HEY!

… The Ice Man NAILS Phoenix in the nose with a hard right hand!.

Caelan Tyler: And he's still in this Jake! What a SHOT!

Jake Steel: Damn that took Phoenix by surprise!

Ice Man steps back in the ring as Phoenix heads over. He lunges for Ice Man, who crawls between his opponents legs and scrambles to his feet. Phoenix turns and goes for a charging big boot, but Ice Man evades that as well. He turns and grabs his opponent, hooking him around the throat with one hand and going for one arm with the other hand.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man is going for some kind of submission hold again!

Phoenix grabs the grasping hand, however, bends and throws Ice Man over to the canvas.

Jake Steel: HA!

Phoenix immediately leaps, attempting to smash an elbow into his opponents skull, but Ice Man manages to dodge the move and brings his heavier opponent down with a drop toe hold! The more agile Ice Man immediately sets upon his opposite number, stomping away at his back.

Caelan Tyler: What a counter!

Jake Steel: Guess the fire of the Phoenix couldn't melt the Ice! Ha…

Caelan Tyler: Oh dear!

The Ice Man grabs his opponent and hauls him up, before dragging The Phoenix over to the turnbuckles. However as he climbs up to the top Phoenix suddenly grabs him by the throat and throws him down to the mat!

Jake Steel: WHAT IMPACT!

Phoenix smiles as he takes a momentary glance at his opponent, before dropping to the deck and locking him in a grapevined Ankle Lock!

Caelan Tyler: BLAZE OF GLORY!

Jake Steel: Phoenix has got that move locked in Caelan!

The Ice Man screams out in pain, trying with all he's got to resist the submission hold, but it's too much for him and his hand soon drops to the mat repeatedly!

Caelan Tyler: IT'S OVER! And the Phoenix gets his revenge!

The referee holds Phoenix's hand in the air victoriously as 'Blaze of Glory' begins to play once again.

Zach King: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner… THE PHOENIX!

'The Vagabond' Jay Randall stands alone in the parking lot, sucking on the end of an almost-finished cigarette. It hadn't been a good night for the NLW upstart; a poor showing in the battle royal earlier on had left a dent in his confidence that would be hard to recover from. After his debut victory over Trent King his fledgling career had seemingly hit a bump in the road already.

Caelan Tyler: Well, at least he's not being chased around the arena by Kylo tonight!

Jake Steel: Why do we keep giving this insignificant little fucktard airtime? Seriously, nobody cares…

Caelan Tyler: Good to see you supporting up and coming NLW talent Jake…

Jake Steel: Don't get sarcastic with me, bitch!

Jay takes one last drag on the cigarette and tossed it to the ground before stamping on it to extinguish the sparks. As he does so, however, a feels a massive presence approaching from behind.

Caelan Tyler: Oh god, not this guy again!

Drake Hazard, in a thoroughly pissed-off mood after earlier events, storms through a set of double doors leading into the parking lot. Randall turns to face the behemoth, obviously unaware of what had taken place between Jack Sullivan and Drake earlier in the evening as he extends a hand to the former shoot fighting champion.

Jay Randall: Oh hey man, how's it going? I don't believe we've met.

The behemoth takes one glance at Jay's extended hand before slapping it to the side. He looks 'The Vagabond' dead in the eye.

Drake Hazard: Pleasantries ain't my thing, boy…

He throws his gigantic fist into Randall's face, sending the smaller man stumbling backwards. Choruses of jeers ring out inside the arena as Drake takes another remarkable quick jab at Jay, hitting him square in the jaw and sending him tumbling to the ground.

Caelan Tyler: Come on now! What was that for!?!

Jake Steel: For being fucking lame! That's what!

Caelan Tyler: What did Jay Randall do to deserve this?!

Clearly needing someone to take his frustrations out on after being denied an NLW contract, Drake pulls the significantly smaller man to his feet by the hair and immediately throws him against the bumper of a nearby car. Jay lets out an agonised scream as Hazard stomps away at his midrift.

Caelan Tyler: For the love of God, someone stop this!

Jake Steel: Wrong place, wrong time Jay! Hahaha…

Caelan Tyler: How can you laugh!?! This is SAVAGE!

After stomping away for a few seconds Drake pulls Randall to his feet again, only this time forces his face down against the hood of the car, bursting the nose of the 'Vagabond' open. He shows little remorse as he hauls him from the car and drags him around the side.

Caelan Tyler: Where's security! Sullivan, Danger… anyone!

In an astonishing feat of strength Drake plants one hand around Jay's neck and the other round his belt before forcing the young NLW newcomer's head through the side window! Jay immediately slumps to the floor amongst the shards of shattered glass as Drake turns and spits on the unconscious rookie.

Drake Hazard: Fuck you, little fuckin' rodent…

With that he turns and walks away, leaving the NLW upstart laying in a pool of his own blood and broken glass.

Caelan Tyler: Someone get a medic for crying out loud!

Jake Steel: Well, that'll certainly send a message to Sully!

Caelan Tyler: Who cares about that Jake! This guy could be seriously injured here!

An extended beeping sound echoes through the crowd as 'Remedy' by Seether brings a mixed reaction from the crowd, unsure of what's happening.

Caelan Tyler: Jake, ever heard that music in NLW before?

Jake Steel: Not once. Which is fine by me. This is terrible music, and I'd have to say that about whoever decided to use it!

But Jake's voice is overpowered by a sudden excitement from the fans, as Josh Allen steps out and walks toward the ring.

Jake Steel: Point, and case!

Caelan Tyler: My mentor is back! YES! Holy cow, Josh Allen just walked back into Chicago, into NLW and your television sets!

Jake Steel: Yes, so for those of you who are preparing to turn the channel, there's a new Family Guy coming on Fox in just two minutes!

Allen simply acknowledges the fans through a quick nod their direction as he slides into the ring like a vet. Before asking, someone tosses him a microphone, and he wastes no time.

Josh Allen: It's been a long time, Chicago!

Fans remain standing, applauding for JA.

Josh Allen: I'll get to the point, and that, or HE, is Andy Murray. You know, just a few days ago, I sat with the recruiters of NLW at their request. Not in my wildest dreams would I ever want to do this again, but they convinced me. It wasn't easy, but I admit, they drew me in like professional fisherman after the trophy catch. We agreed to a temporary contract ... one I can, if I so choose, extend to the real deal. Jake Steel--

Allen turns and smirks at Jake, ringside, who just rolls his eyes.

Josh Allen: Get our your pen and paper and start jotting down your best jokes about me, because there's a damn good chance you'll have the opportunity every week right here on Uprising!

The fans cheer again, but Allen gives them no time for amusement.

Josh Allen: NLW sold me on the idea of a national broadcast. Weeks ago, my old friend, Andy Murray, reeled me into Scotland, where he attempted to end my life in one quick blast. It didn't work ... so I figure, the best way to get my message across to Andy is on live TV. I'm going to find you ... if it's next week, if it's next year. We have unfinished business, and apparently, it needs to be settled right here in a squared circle. What do you say, Chicago?

The fans cheer, and Allen nods.

Caelan Tyler: Hell yeah! Is he inviting Murray to a match? That would be history making, Jake!

Jake Steel: Meh, dark match quality at best.

Josh Allen: I figured, but it won't happen. I heard Murray's creating his uber awesome jobber squad to send them after me, but why? He's afraid to face me. He tried to blow me up, and it didn't work, so now he's on the run. I'll find him. Murray, save me the trouble, old friend. Be a man, if that's possible. Now YOU know where to find ME. Don't make me hunt you down. Let's do this the NLW way.

Allen drops the mic as 'Remedy' again blasts through the Chicago arena. The fans grab to touch Allen as he ascends the walkway and disappears.

Caelan Tyler: From Mexico, to Scotland and right here in Chicago, Josh Allen is back, and apparently, he wants Murray one-on-one. We don't even know if Murray's in this hemisphere, and I'd bet my next paycheck he's not!

Back outside Jack Sullivan's office, a team of five men and women in thick black-and-dark-blue suits with B.S.C. in bold, yellow lettering across their left-chest pocket line the hallway. Jack Sullivan and Harvey Danger stand as far back as they can with looks of worry on their faces. A few quick words with each other and the bomb squad look ready to go. The first one puts his hand on the doorknob, takes a deep breath and heads inside with the second.

Jake Steel: Great, now all we have to do is wait for the boom.

Caelan Tyler: Don't say that!

Jake Steel: Get off me! I'm not your security blanket!

Caelan Tyler: …How did you know I had a security blanket?

Jake Steel: …Oh, good Lord.

After a few minutes of tense silence, the voice of one of the suited bomb squad comes loud and clear from the office.

Bomb Squad Leader: Hey, Mr. Sullivan! Get in here!

Unsure what to think, Jack Sullivan edges closer to his own office with Harvey behind him, both peeking their heads inside. The squad leader has a surprisingly jovial smile on his face, though it seems to be mixed with a bit of anger.

Jack Sullivan: …What is it?

Bomb Squad Leader: We appreciate your concern to test us out, but fake calls to the bomb squad aren't encouraged.

Jack Sullivan: …Fake?!

The squad leader nods and reaches into the box. From inside, he pulls out a gold old-fashioned clock. Sullivan's anger can't be matched not only because of the considerable prank but the design of the inside. The face of the clock shows Kevin Heat, grinning with two thumbs up and a wink, with a large bold-faced caption that reads:

Jake Steel: That bastard set us all up!

In the historic and beautiful Old Town Square of Prague, Czech Republic sits Andy Murray, The Scottish King of Cool, sipping on a glass of Coca Cola outside some nondescript tourist trap bar. Clad in a sleeveless Billabong t-shirt and a pair of camouflage cargo shorts, as well as a pair of mirror aviator shades, he sits alongside perma-sidekick Grobschnit and former OCW jobber extraordinaire Tiger Sid, who looks as badass as ever in a white t-shirt and torn up blue jeans.

Caelan Tyler: Wow, this Murray guy gets around!

Jake Steel: Is that Prague?!

Caelan Tyler: Indeed it is, I guess he's still looking for Josh Allen…

Andy Murray: God damnit! Where the hell is Josh at!? He sure ain't here anyway! What do you reckon, guys?

Tiger Sid: WHAT!?!

Grobschnit: 4 reel yo, eye fink hez reppin' Compton…

Tiger Sid: WHAT!?!

Andy Murray: Compton!? Grobby, are you mental? Josh Allen is waaaay too queer looking to chill in Compton! Have you seen him? He's straight-up Hanson yo!

Grobschnit shrugs his horrible green shoulders as Andy downs the remainder of his coke.

Jake Steel: Looks like he isn't having too much luck, again!

Caelan Tyler: Indeed, from what I gather Andy Murray and Josh Allen have been chasing each over all over the globe for the past fortnight after both men were seemingly set up by the other!

Jake Steel: Yeah, silly fuckers…

Caelan Tyler: Who knows what's going on here folks! I guess we'll find out in due time…

Suddenly Andy's attention is diverted as a familiar-looking figure emerges from the bustling crowds of tourists! A flustered looking, well built gentleman who stands at about 6'2' strides up to the table. On close inspection it appears to be yet another former OCW jobber; the man, the myth, the legend… ROZ BLAYZE!

Andy Murray: ROZ! What news from the frontline!?

Roz Blayze: It's not good Andy! My sources tell me that Josh is backstage at Uprising!

Andy Murray: What!?! He's on Uprising! For fuck's sakes man! We come halfway across the world looking for the fucker, and he's at the show all the time! GAY! Come on guys, time to take a plane back home…

The scene slowly fades out as Andy rises from the table, shaking his head in defeat.

A soft guitar riff begins to play causing the fans to get on their feet and look towards the entrance to see who it is that's coming out. As the riff plays on the lights slowly dim down. The arena becomes pitch black as the sound of a gun being loaded is heard. Then, a shot is fired and an explosion of green pyro occurs in the entrance. A banging beat gets started as the chorus of the song begins…

You never know…
I just might die tonight so lets get high tonight…
You might try to fight, but your mother will cry tonight…
Cig in my right hand cause you hold tight to life…
But you ain't a bright man…

The lights come back on, but only slightly. A glowing green light emits from the entrance as the smoke from this explosion slowly clears up to reveal 'Venom' Xavier Lux standing there. Next to him is his new manager, 'Mister' Johnny Elite. The modified version of Cypress Hill's 'Never Know' continue to play…

You know I wrestle with the biggest hitters, crime committers…
And even some big bullshitters…
Never been a quitter Who had the jitters…
since some bitter tasting minute…
I spit it for those who be it…
Cuz I'm like a soldier so committed to winning...

Venom and Mr. Johnny walk down the ramp listening to the mix reaction from the crowd. Venom talks briefly with Johnny before sliding under the bottom rope, into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring, raises his arms and then crosses them, forming an X. The lights come back on fully now and some of the fans begin to chant: 'Toxic! Toxic!' After a few seconds, he walks over to one of the corners opposite the entrance way and sits on the top turnbuckle, where he patiently waits for his opponent to ready himself.

Zach King: The following match is the Path of Destiny tournament finals and is for the NLW Championship! Making his way to the ring first, from Los Angeles, California, he is a former two-time NLW Champion, weighing in at 225lbs… 'VENOM' XAVIER LUX!

Caelan Tyler: This is it Jake, the end of the Path of Destiny tournament. Which of these two competitors do you think is going to add to their already stellar resumes tonight?

Jake Steel: Pick my poison eh? If I had to settle on one I'd definitely go with Kevin Heat. He never crippled a hero to millions.

Caelan Tyler: Um, neither did Venom Jake.

Jake Steel: You're right, I apologize, he crippled a hero to billions!

Caelan Tyler: *Sigh*

The fading-in echo of 'I' ricochets from one end of the arena to the other.

As the chorus of 'Won't Back Down' by Fuel begins to play, Kevin Heat walks out with a smug smirk on his face as he gestures to his Legacy title. He ignores all crowd reaction, whether cheer, boo or indifferent, though jeers seem to be the majority. Either way, he walks down to the ring as if he owns the place, stopping to get a good look at the fans faces every once in a while and shaking his head in disappointment. He enters the ring gradually and stares down his opponent briefly before removing the Legacy championship from his waist and handing it to the referee.

Zach King: And his opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland… Weighing in at 228 pounds… He is the NLW Legacy champion… KEVIN HEAAAAT!

Caelan Tyler: This should be a great match-up between two great competitors regardless of your opinion of these two Jake.

Jake Steel: If you say so, personally I'm thinking it's going to be a letdown.

Caelan Tyler: Regardless of whether or not you care for Kevin Heat or Venom you cannot deny the talent that brought them both here, with Heat having to go through Charles Minister and TJ Arrington, while Venom had to beat Pete Parker and Brad Dalton to get to this point.

'Ego' By Element Eighty hits and three M's pop up on the giant video screen

You are such an imitation of me.

'Marvelous' Mario Maurako steps out onto the stage and raises his 2x4 into the air, pointing to the referee's shirt he's currently wearing. Maurako glares out at the fans who are booing loudly, and then he makes his way down the ramp.

Falling down on you
And still you never knew
This hell I put you through
Should be Nothing new.

Maurako rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises the 2x4 again.

Don't you know
Who I am
I am the man that you will never be

Maurako hops down from the turnbuckle and heads for the next one with the 2x4 draped over his shoulder

Don't you know
Who I am
I am the man that you will never be

Maurako slams the 2x4 into the top turnbuckle which sounds off a loud bang, which cuts off the music and sends Red and White streamers into the sky.

Zach King: And the special guest referee for tonight's match, as decided by Jack Sullivan… 'MARVELOUS' MARIO MAURAKO!

Caelan Tyler: This is going to be a powder keg waiting to happen for Venom, the animosity between him and Triple M has been well documented the past few shows, and I can't imagine that Triple M is going to be fair and partial in this at all.

Jake Steel: Bah, Triple M is a fine and morally upstanding citizen Caelan, he's not going to do anything to screw over your buddy Venom.

Caelan Tyler: I'm not friends with Venom.

Jake Steel: Really? Your lip imprints on his ass seem to suggest otherwise.

Caelan Tyler: Dare I ask why you've been checking out his ass?

Jake Steel: …Shut up!

The bell rings, and the two competitors lock up with an elbow and collar tie-up in the middle of the ring, which Heat quickly transitions into a hammerlock. Heat cranks a bit on Venom's arm before an elbow to the head causes Heat to release his grip. Venom then grabs Heat and whips him across the ring, nailing Heat with a beautiful leg lariat as he rebounds off the ropes. Heat gets to his feet and Venom begins to pepper him with rights as Triple M watches on.

Caelan Tyler: Venom in control of the match early, but this will no doubt be a back and forth affair.

Jake Steel: I want this to quick and dirty, just like Caelan's mom.

Caelan Tyler: You're really pushing it man.

Venom nails Heat with some forearms before staggering him with a stiff uppercut. Venom then grabs Kevin by his dyed hair and tosses him over the top rope. Heat lands on the outside, staggering on his feet as Venom slides out of the ring, kicking Heat back into the barricade. Venom lifts Heat up and drops him across that same barricade as the fans in the front row start to chant 'Venom!' Triple M remains in the ring, watching but not doing anything.

Caelan Tyler: The match has already spilled to the outside, but it doesn't look like Triple M seems to care at all.

Jake Steel: See? Triple M is a fair man who wants to see this match end fairly and not by some count out BS or some other sleazy trick Venom might try to pull here.

Caelan Tyler: I think Heat is the more likely of the two who would try that.

Jake Steel: They're both scum.

Caelan Tyler: And yet only you think that Jake.

Venom tries to drag Heat back to his feet, Heat rakes at Venom's eyes before elbowing him in the stomach. Heat then drives his shoulder into Venom's midsection, slamming him back-first into the ring post. Heat then climbs onto the barricade, taunting the crowd before leaping off towards Venom! Before Heat can connect Venom ducks out of the way, and Heat slams his arm into the ring post. Yelling, Heat rubs his arm before kicking the kneeling Venom square in the ribs.

Caelan Tyler: Heat's gotten control in the match for now, but he may have hurt himself by trying such a high risk move so early.

Jake Steel: This is a match for the NLW Championship Caelan, go big or go home should be the motto these guys live by right now.

Caelan Tyler: Wow, you're actually right for once… People should be recording this historical moment.

Jake Steel: Hell no they shouldn't, they should be buying the 'Best of…' DVD when it comes out!

Heat rolls Venom back in the ring, still rubbing his arm trying to regain feeling as he continues to put the boots to the downed former champion. Pulling Venom to his feet, Heat hooks a waistlock, driving Venom back down with a belly to back suplex. Heat then follows it up with a quick elbow drop before covering Venom for the first pin attempt of the match.

1…

2…

No, Venom got his shoulder up! Heat shakes his head, looking at Triple M and wondering why he counted as slow as he did. Triple M doesn't bother responding, keeping his eyes focused on the prone Venom.

Caelan Tyler: What? Triple M counted the pin normally?! I was expecting a fast count there.

Jake Steel: Come on now, Triple M isn't about to screw Venom here, he's too much of a gentleman to ever pull such a trick, although I really wish he would.

Caelan Tyler: I'm still confused, Triple M hasn't shown any sort of bias either way yet.

Jake Steel: Nor will he Caelan… Nor will he…

Dragging Venom back up to his feet, Heat locks in a side headlock before leaping forward and nailing a bulldog, and once again Heat goes for another pin.

1…

2…

Venom kicks out again! This time Heat immediately pops to his feet, yelling at Triple M to count the pin faster, but again Triple M refuses to respond.

Caelan Tyler: I'm honestly quite shocked here, I expected less out of Triple M than being fair.

Jake Steel: You and your damn low expectations of people. Me, I look at Triple M and I see a pillar in our society, someone to look up to, both physically and metaphorically.

Caelan Tyler: Do you even know what metaphorically means?

While Heat is yelling at Triple M, Venom shakes the cobwebs and quickly rolls up Heat with an inside cradle!

1…

2…

Heat just barely manages to get his shoulder up before Triple M counts the three. Now Venom turns confused to Triple M, who counted that pin the same as he had counted Heat's. He then glances over to Johnny Elite, who merely shrugs his shoulders.

Caelan Tyler: I think Heat and Venom are both confused by the officiating style of Triple M.

Jake Steel: Of course they are, those lot of cheaters are shocked speechless when someone does something clean. It's a damn shame people are predisposed to thinking the worst is going to happen.

Caelan Tyler: The match isn't over yet, who knows what Triple M might have up his sleeve.

Jake Steel: What sleeves? Triple M had them removed from that referee shirt.

Venom pulls Heat up, hooking his head and dropping him with a quick snap suplex. Venom then gives him a few stiff kicks before lifting Heat up and whipping him into the ropes. Heat ducks Venom's clothesline attempt, and as Venom rebounds Heat goes for one of his own. Venom rolls under it, and both men stop, staring each other down. They bother tie up in the center again, but this time Venom gets the upper hand, doing a standing switch and locking his arms, bringing Heat up and over with a german suplex! Venom holds the bridge for a pin attempt!

1…

2…

No, Heat is able to pop himself out of Venom's grip and get his shoulders off the mat!

Caelan Tyler: This has been a real back and forth match here, with both men attempting a variety of pin attempts and moves in order to secure the victory.

Jake Steel: There's a lot at stake here, although I'd love to see Triple M just clean house here and be done with it.

Caelan Tyler: You would want to see a perfectly good match ruined with something silly like that Jake.

Jake Steel: What's silly about giving the fans what they want? More Triple M! 'Marvelous' Mario Maurako: NLW Champion has a damn nice ring to it.

Caelan Tyler: I don't see that happening tonight.

Venom quickly pulls up the arm that Heat had slammed into the post earlier and locks it into an armbar, then shifts himself to apply a leg scissors on the other arm, trapping Heat on the mat while trying to hyper extend the shoulder. Heat yells out in pain as Triple M checks to see if he wants to tap. Heat tells him hell no as Venom continues to apply pressure, trying to capitalize on his handiwork for earlier. Heat yells out some more before shifting his weight, rolling over and knocking Venom onto his back. Triple M checks, and Venom's shoulders are on the mat! He makes the count.

1…

2…

Venom quickly releases the hold, freeing himself of the pin attempt as Heat grabs his shoulder.

Caelan Tyler: Venom tried to make Heat tap out there, but Heat showed his experience over Venom's by shifting it into a pin attempt for him.

Jake Steel: I think the real kudos here should be going to Triple M for recognizing the pin attempt and counting it in a prompt manner.

Caelan Tyler: Right…

Jake Steel: Glad you agree!

Caelan Tyler: …

Pulling Heat up, Venom lifts him up and drives him down with a shoulder breaker, continuing the assault on the weakened arm. Venom lifts Heat's arm up, kicking the shoulder area and causing Heat to bail to ringside. Venom follows suit, giving chase as Heat circles the ring. Heat eventually slides back in, and greets Venom with a few solid forearms as he slides into the ring. Heat then puts Venom to the mat with a well-timed swinging neckbreaker, leaving both men down and out.

Caelan Tyler: Both men are looking a bit worse for wear here, this match is taking a lot out of them, especially since they had to be worn out from the matches they had to get this far.

Jake Steel: Come on, they've had two weeks between each match, fatigue is no excuse! Get up and fight ya pussies!

Caelan Tyler: One of these days Jake, I'm hoping one of them comes over here and knocks some sense into you.

Jake Steel: They don't got the balls.

Still favoring his arm, Heat nevertheless gets himself to a vertical base a split second before Venom does, and quickly takes advantage of that by driving an elbow into Venom's temple. Heat then wraps his arm around Venom's head and neck and plants him with a reverse DDT. With momentum on his side, Heat runs over to the ropes and bounces off, flipping over and delivering a beautiful moonsault to Venom. Heat quickly hooks the leg.

1…

2…

Just not enough! Venom's arm shoots into the air, and Heat slams the mat in frustration before grabbing Venom by the head and hooking him into the Death by Fire, his modified dragon sleeper. Venom struggles to elbow Heat, trying to free himself, but Heat is able to position himself out of easy elbowing range by Venom. Kevin cranks back on the hold, trying to cut off the airflow to Venom's brain as Triple M checks to see if Venom gives up. Venom reaches out with all his limbs, trying to reach something, anything, and finally manages to touch the bottom rope with his foot. Triple M starts to count, and Heat releases the hold, not wanting to get disqualified.

Caelan Tyler: Both men have tried submission holds to try to end this, but neither of them has been successful to that end.

Jake Steel: Winning with submissions is all about wearing down your opponent, and clearly neither one of these dips has done that enough yet. They're both better off trying to win off of the 3 count, take a lot less time to pull off.

Heat drags Venom to his feet, but a swift knee from Venom cuts him off, and venom lifts him up into a crucifix, holding him up briefly before bringing him down with a powerbomb. Venom goes for the cover, but before Triple M can make a count his foot is grabbed and he's forcibly yanked to the outside. Triple M turns to face his attacked and it's none other than Black Phoenix! CRACK! The sharp sound of steel connecting to human skull fills the arena as Black Phoenix catches Triple M across the top of the head with a steel chair. Johnny Elite moves over to that side of the ring but catches a chair to the head for his trouble. Venom goes over to the ropes, yelling at Black Phoenix, but Kevin Heat catches Venom and drops him with a low blow!

Caelan Tyler: What the hell is this?! Why is she out here?!

Jake Steel: I told you man, that bitch is crazy!

Caelan Tyler: I have no idea at all what she hoped to accomplish by attacking Triple M, but this match is falling apart!

With Venom dazed, Black Phoenix slides into the ring, steel chair in hand. She grins over at Heat, who backs up to give her as much space as possible as Black Phoenix raises the chair up to bring down across Venom's back when a man in street clothes slides into the ring, delivering a boot to Black Phoenix's stomach. BP drops the chair as Kevin Heat moves to help her, but he catches a spinning heel kick for his trouble. The man then delivers a few shots to BP's head before lifting her up and onto the top turnbuckle. The man follows her up and leaps off, dragging her down to the mat with a reverse hurricanrana! The crowd cheers as security hits the ring, grabbing both the unknown man and Black Phoenix and dragging them away.

Jake Steel: Who the hell is that guy?!

Caelan Tyler: He looks familiar, but whoever he is he just saved Venom from whatever Black Phoenix had in mind.

Jake Steel: Why was that crazy bitch out here anyways? Helping Heat? But he can't win if Triple M is laid out on the outside…

Venom gets to his feet, pulling up Heat and whipping him into the corner. Venom then charges, trying to follow it up with a vertical splash but Heat moves out of the way, causing Venom to slam chest-first into the top turnbuckle. Heat then grabs Venom by the head and rushes over to the turnbuckle, bouncing off and driving Venom down with The Baltimore Brand! Kevin makes the cover and holds it for several seconds, but Triple M is still down on the outside.

Caelan Tyler: Heat has the match won here, but Triple M isn't in any shape to count the pin!

Jake Steel: Come on Mario, the bitch couldn't have hit you that hard, end this farce already!

Frustrated, Heat rolls to the outside, pulling Triple M back into the ring. Heat then attempts the pin, and a still groggy Triple M makes the count.

1…

2…

No! Venom kicks out!

Caelan Tyler: Looks like all Black Phoenix's interference served to do was cost Heat the victory there, although who knows if he would've hit the Baltimore Brand if not for what she did.

Jake Steel: Damn, count faster Mario!

Heat pulls Venom to his feet and once again tries to hit the Baltimore Brand, but as he reaches the turnbuckles Venom grabs Heat around the midsection and lifts him up, crotching him on the top turnbuckle. Venom then climbs the ropes and lifts Heat onto his shoulders, leaping to the outside to hit Toxic! Venom rolls Heat back into the ring and slowly makes the pin.

1…

2…

3!

Caelan Tyler: YES!

Jake Steel: Life's just not fair…

The bell rings as Venom slides out of the ring, grabbing the NLW Championship as he stares at Triple M. He holds the NLW Championship up high as the crowd chants 'Venom'.

Zach King: Here is your Path of Destiny 2008 winner, and now three time NLW Champion… 'VENOM' XAVIER LUX!

Venom holds up his new title, a huge smile on his face as the scene fades to black…