Cade McCaffrey defeats Annie Alvarez via The Twister.

'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, followed by images of the last Uprising, where the newly aligned Black Phoenix and Kevin Heat took down Cameron Barclay and Brad Dalton, Draco made an appearance, attacking Venom and Jack Sullivan and closing out with The Ice Man regaining his Anarchy X championship from Triple M in a cage match. The scene cuts to ringside, with Jake Steel and Caelan Tyler.

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome to Uprising! It’s going to be a crazy line-up tonight, with The Phoenix taking on Triple M to determine the #1 contender for Venom’s NLW Championship, as well as Aphrodisia Jordan challenging for Kevin Heat’s Legacy Championship.

Jake Steel: Don’t forget the first blood match, that should be badass!

Caelan Tyler: That will certainly be something else, with two of the most brutal people in NLW going toe to toe.

Jake Steel: Damn right!

The scene cuts backstage, where Jack is pacing around his office while Harvey sits at his desk, furiously writing notes.

Jack Sullivan: Now remember Harvey, you’re in charge tonight, so don’t let any of the wrestlers push you around.

Harvey Danger: Gotcha, don’t worry about it Jack, I got this covered.

Jack Sullivan: I hope so…

Jack shakes his head as the scene goes back to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey’s in charge?

Jake Steel: This is madness!

The screen is black as the sound of a dial tone buzzes, the familiar dialling of a phone number is heard and then the inevitable ring. The sound cuts out as a female voice picks up:

Woman’s voice: Hello…

The voice is familiar but through bad quality of the line is impossible to place. The caller give no response to the greeting and a frustrated sigh is heard down the line.

Women’s voice: Fuck off Chase…

The silence stretches again before a voice intimately recognisable as The Black Phoenix responds, a strange vulnerability tinging the voice of a monster.

The Black Phoenix: I remember…. Do you?

The unknown women gasps and hangs up the phone. The beeping of the terminated line ringing out.

Caelan Tyler: More of those crazy tactics by The Black Phoenix…

Jake Steel: Creepy.

”I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!”

Bleeding Through’s “For Love & Failing” explodes from the speakers with the force of an atomic bomb. Drake Hazard steps out from the backstage area as the arena fills with jeers.

I'm not afraid of the worst,
I'm the sheep who lost his way,
Still looking for it every day.

I'll face neglect, every curse you wish to throw at me,
Without trying I would never fail,
And I fell in love with failure.

Drake beats his chest and lets out an almighty roar as pyro fizzles away behind him, before beginning his descent to the ring. He glances around the legions of jeering fans with a spiteful grin etched across his face as he strides down the ramp.

I can't see through your eyes,
What do you see, a disgrace, another lie?
Today I'll start being perfect,
Cut you open to expose your insides,
Cut you open, expose your insides.

Eventually the giant Hazard reaches the ring and slips in under the bottom rope. He immediately heads for the opposite side of the ring and throws an arm in the air, reveling in the negative reaction of the NLW fans.

I know, I'm still counting scars from every time you cried,
'Cause I remember the first time you, died,
Tonight I want to bleed alone with you,
Here's to craving, everything you do.

Zach King: The following match is a First Blood Match! Making his way to the ring first, from Detroit, Michigan… weighing in at 325lbs… DRAKE HAZARD!

Caelan Tyler: This is going to get ugly, and fast.

Jake Steel: No doubt, but man is it going to be fun to watch!

Zach King: Making her way to the ring, fighting out of New York City, NY… weighing in at 205 pounds..

The lights go out as the sound of violins echo through the arena, the 'What it's like to burn' by Finch hammering through the PA.

She buuuuuuuuuuuuurns

Zach King: THE BLACK PHOENIX!

Today's on fire
The sky is bleeding above me, and I am blistered
I walk these lines of blasphemy, every day
And still:

The lights begin to strobe as images of the carnage left in the wake of the Phoenix flashes on the big screen:
The Black Phoenix setting Ali Khadafi on fire, Her quickly moving out of the way as half the ceiling falls when she was just moments before in the infamous ladder match vs The Wrestling God and Vanity, wiping Medea Jane from OWF's blood over her chest. Sunset power bombing Twilight to the floor. Flicking her blood at the crowd.

Like a bad star, I'm falling faster down to her
She's the only one who knows, what it is to burn
So tell me
What's the price to pay for glory?

The Black Phoenix appears underneath a spotlight on the turnbuckle as flame explode from the other turnbuckles, the mask looking even more ghoulish as it reflect the light of the fire. She throws her hands in the air as the light come back on with a thunder of pyro on the stage.

Today is fire, and she burns
Today is fire, and she burns
She burns
She burns
She burns

The lights fade back up and the music fades as The Black Phoenix drops from the turnbuckle, she rips off her mask and awaits the battle ahead.

Caelan Tyler: Both Drake and Black Phoenix are known in wrestling for their brutality, as Black Phoenix even went as far setting an opponent on fire once and Drake, well, his track record of broken feds speaks for itself.

Jake Steel: Don’t you mean “wreckord” Caelan?

Caelan Tyler: God no. Every bad pun of yours kills an angel in Heaven Jake.

Jake Steel: Then I’m one evil bastard.
Caelan Tyler: I concur.

The bell rings, and Drake makes a beeline right for the much smaller Black Phoenix. Proving herself no fool, BP quickly bails out of the ring, with Hazard in hot pursuit. As soon as Drake’s feet touch the ground BP starts to throw rights, peppering Drake in the forehead in an attempt to draw blood quickly and bring an end to this bout. Drake decides that he’s having none of this, and shoves her out of reach. He flexes to draw the ire of the crowd as BP shoots him a gaze that could turn a man to stone before attempting a side kick. Drake grabs her leg, blocking the blow and maintaining his grip, pulling her in closer. Before she can react Drake pushes her stomach and swings her, driving her into the barricade and causing fans that were standing near it to back up as it shifts several inches in.

Caelan Tyler: Drake quickly taking control of the match here with the power game he’s always brought to the table. I think BP’s going to have to rethink her strategy here a little bit to have any shot at this.

Jake Steel: Well she does have one pretty important fact going for her: she’s batshit crazy! All she’s gotta do is make Drake bleed and this match is over, and I have no doubt that she’s capable of it, however big a long shot it may be.

Caelan Tyler: She does have that going for her, but how much would that matter when you have that behemoth swinging his meathooks at her? Hazard could probably open her up with his own bare hands.

Jake Steel: Hey, she’s probably got nails…

Caelan Tyler: Why are you defending her anyways? I thought she scared the crap out of you?

Jake Steel: …I don’t want her to beat me up…

The crowd boos loudly as Drake tosses BP over the barricade like someone would throw a sack of potatoes, a crazed look in his eyes as he glances over the dozens of fans at ringside, wisely backing away from the scene. Drake turns his back to the crowd, running his thumb across his neck in slow motion before turning back and reaching over the barricade to grab BP. The few seconds wasted on his symbolic gesture were enough for BP to regain her composure, and Drake catches a boot to the chest for his efforts. Quickly getting to her feet, Black Phoenix slams a forearm into his neck, causing Drake to back up a few feet.

Caelan Tyler: Drake’s showboating seems to have cost him, as BP has gotten herself back into this match. The big question is whether or not she can keep herself in it.

Jake Steel: No way, the big question is “when are we gonna see some weapons”? I wanna see some cans of whoop ass opened, and I wanna see them NOW damnit!

Caelan Tyler: With these two I doubt you’ll be waiting all that long Jake.

Indeed not, as Black Phoenix climbs onto the barricade and leaps off, driving her elbow into Drake’s forehead and knocking him into the ringpost. Black Phoenix then circles the ring, pulling up the apron and grabbing a sack out from under it. She slides into the ring, the sack in hand as Drake clears his head on the outside.

Caelan Tyler: I wonder what could possibly be so important about that bag that Black Phoenix would break off her momentum to-

Jake Steel: God damn!

Caelan’s question is answered as Black Phoenix dumps the contents of the back into the ring, and thousands of shards of glass are spilled across the mat. The crowd roars in approval once they see this, and Black Phoenix quickly charges to opposite side of the ring, catching Drake with a baseball slide.

Caelan Tyler: That’s glass!

Jake Steel: No shit Sherlock, looks like that’s BP’s plan to make Drake bleed!

Caelan Tyler: Now all she needs to do is get Drake into the ring and off his feet, which is much easier said than done.

Jake Steel: This is gonna be great!

Black Phoenix tries for another side kick, but again it’s blocked by Drake, who lunges forward and levels her with a lariat. Drake shouts at the crowd before reaching down and ripping up the protective mat on the outside, exposing the concrete before yanking up Black Phoenix by her hair and trapping her in a standing headscissors.

Caelan Tyler: No! Don’t do that Drake!

Jake Steel: She’s gonna be flattened! This is great!

Caelan Tyler: He could crippler her with that Jake, or worse!

Jake Steel: So? When you set people on fire I tend to lose any sort of sympathy towards you.

Drake lifts her up for a powerbomb, but gets his face raked and clawed by Black Phoenix, causing him to release her. She drops down and goes for a lariat of her own, but Drake grabs her arm and whips her, sending her tumbling over the ring steps. Hazard then walks over to the announcer’s table, shoving Caelan to the floor and taking his chair.

Caelan Tyler: Oof, damnit!

Jake Steel: HA! Owned!

Caelan Tyler: Shut up Jake! I wish they’d shock you like they used to in the last go around!

Jake Steel: Quit being such a bitch.

Caelan Tyler: Says the guy that can’t get over Titan 3 being retired.

Jake Steel: Shut up~!

Drake makes a beeline towards Black Phoenix, who is digging under the apron when she spots Drake heading her way with bad intentions. Thinking quickly, Black Phoenix grabs a stagehand and yanks him in the way as Drake brings the chair down, leveling the hapless worker. Black Phoenix quickly rolls into the ring, and Hazard follows suit, with Black Phoenix immediately putting the boots to him when he enters. Drake gets to his feet, nailing BP with an uppercut before lifting her up and slamming her to the mat with a scoop slam. Drake then yanks her to her feet and whips her to the ropes, grabbing her and nailing her with Head Trauma on the rebound.

Caelan Tyler: Hazard in control on the match now, and it’s looking pretty grim for Black Phoenix. How’s she going to fight her way out of this one?

Jake Steel: Who cares? This is what wrestling should be about, abuse~!

Caelan Tyler: *sighs*

Drake beats his chest before hoisting Black Phoenix up onto his shoulders for A Cold Breath of What it Takes. Hazard failed to realize his position in the ring, however, and Black Phoenix grabs onto the top rope and pulls with all her might, freeing herself and flipping over to the outside. Frustrated Drake looks over to see where she fell but Black Phoenix pulls out what she was trying to grab earlier from underneath the ring and gives Hazard a blast from a fire extinguisher!

Caelan Tyler: Black Phoenix just dodged a bullet there, but can she capitalize on it?

Jake Steel: Dodged a bullet? That’s more like dodging a nuke.

Caelan Tyler: True.

Temporarily blinded, Drake attempts to wipe the chemicals from his eyes as Black Phoenix climbs the tope rope and leaps off, catching Drake square in the jaw with a missile dropkick! Drake stumbles backwards, falling back-first into the shards of glass! The crowd roars as Drake rolls onto his knees, and droplets of blood being to seep out from various spots on his back. The referee spots this and immediately calls for the bell. Black Phoenix grabs her mask and quickly exits the ring, a huge grin on her face as Drake yells out in frustration.

Zach King: The winner of this match… THE BLACK PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: She pulled it off! I’m shocked!

Jake Steel: She’s smarter than the average goth.

Caelan Tyler: Well that’s an insult if I ever heard one.

Jake Steel: Quiet you.

Upset over losing, Hazard shoves a cameraman out of the way as he exits to the back while the ring crew tries to get the glass cleared from the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Drake is just pissed off now.

Jake Steel: Can you blame him? The might Drake Hazard just lost… To a girl! I don’t even want to know how many guys he’s gotta shank to get his street cred back.

The door to Josh Allen's locker room swings open, and Josh, singing a scratchy, high-pitched version of 'I Will Survive,' turns quickly and blushes.

Josh Allen: Damn it, Chimpy, you scared me! Geez.

Chimpy screeches and points down the hall toward the exit door.

Josh Allen: They're here?! It's about damn time, I was worried. Who the hell knows if Andy Murray will be here tonight, but always better to be prepped for an attack.

Allen exits, following Chimpy, as Charisma Finch approaches, microphone in hand and camera crew behind her.

Charisma Finch: Ahem, excuse me, Joshua Allen, can I get a word with you?

Josh and Chimpy keep walking, frustrating Charisma. She hurries to catch up in her high-heels, knocking over a small table of water bottles.

Josh Allen: My name is Josh, one syllable,no 'U,' no 'A.' What do you want? I'm on a tight schedule.

Charisma Finch: Well, Jack Sullivan tossed you into a match tonight with Draco in your corner, and the boss himself in the other, with partner El Linchador. Thoughts? Reaction? Game plan?

Josh throws open the exit door as Chimpy scurries toward a large, caged truck that reads 'Houston Animal Zoo' on the side.

Josh Allen: Game plan, huh? You think if I even had one, I'd come out and tell everyone? Listen, hun, all bets are off at this point. Draco trusts me just as much as I trust him, and while that may not be what you want to hear, it's the best we have. Now, if you'll excuse me ...

The driver of the truck exits, looking around, and pulls his hat down low. Allen shakes his hand and thanks him for doing 'a favor.' The truck shakes back and forth, and it's clear the back cage is filled with monkeys. Allen slips the man five $100 bills and shakes his hand.

Josh Allen: Chimpy, release our army! Gather the troops!

Chimpy is obviously concerned, and tries to screech a response, but Allen whips around him, taking matters into his own hands.

Josh Allen: Stand back!

Zoo man: WAIT! DONT-

Too late. Allen swings the door open, and more than a dozen variously sized monkeys come barging out. The zoo man tries to shut the door, but it's too far past. The monkeys screech, scream and swing around the parking lot, disappearing in various directions. Charisma and her camera crew try to run, but two four-foot monkeys jump on them and pull at their hair. Charisma screams and falls to the concrete before the monkeys runo ff. The zoo man slumps to the concrete, thumping his head against the truck. Josh looks at Chimpy, Chimpy looks back.

Chimpy: Eeeee, eeee, eee! Owhoooeee!

Josh Allen: What do you mean they aren't trained? What kind of zoo doesn't train its monkeys like students?

The zoo keeper stands, takes his official zoo hat off, and drops it to the ground. He tosses the keys back into the truck and walks off through the parking lot.

Josh Allen: Hey! Where are you going?! Get your ass back here! You've yet to render my services! Give me that money back!

Zoo man: I'm considering myself fired. Piss off!

Allen kicks the man's hat on the ground and looks around. Chimpy gives Allen the 'Where to next, boss?' look. JA shrugs and heads back to the arena.

Josh Allen: Forget it, Chimpy. You've failed me two weeks in a row. I'm sick of your shinanigins. Forget about Murray, he's too scared to show up anyway. I have a match to worry about.

Allen enters the arena, slamming the door closed in front of Chimpy. Chimpy frowns and looks at the ground as we go back inside to Caelan and Jake.

Caelan Tyler: Now now, pouting is no way to handle your differences, JA! Chimpy was doing the best he could.

Jake Steel: Hey, Caelan, didn't you drive your convertible to the arena this week?

Caelan Tyler: Why, yes I did, Jake. It's an '88-

Jake Steel: No, it's a three, as in, I'm being told there are three monkeys in it jumping all around.

Caelan slams his headset off and stands...

Jake Steel: Gotcha!

Backstage, Triple M is flexing for some female fans as “Venom” Xavier Lux walks past, getting ready for his match with The Ice Man. Triple M spots him, and yells to get his attention.

Triple M: Hey champ, I can’t even get a “hey”?

Xavier Lux: Nope.

Triple M: You’ll be singing a different tune when I take that belt from you.

Venom stops in his tracks, turning around to face Triple M.

Xavier Lux: Is that right? How about we make a wager on that?

Triple M: How so?

Xavier Lux: You fail to beat The Phoenix and you quit NLW.

Triple M: Hell no!

Xavier Lux: What, you chicken?

Triple M pauses for a moment before responding.

Triple M: Fine, but if I win then you have to fire Johnny Elite and you face me blindfolded.

This time it’s Venom’s turn to pause.

Xavier Lux: You’re on.

Triple M extends his hand, which Venom hesitates before shaking to seal the deal.

Caelan Tyler: Whoa, now this could definitely blow up in either man’s face.

Jake Steel: YES! We can be rid of that punk Venom’s title reign once and for all!

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: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way down to the ring… From Portland, Oregon… Weighing 275 pounds, The Ice Man!

Jake Steel: And available in the frozen foods section of your local grocery store!

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 begin…

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 bull shitters…
Never been a quitter Who had the jitters…
sine 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: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California... he is a three-time NLW Champion... weighing in at 225lbs... “VENOM” XAVIER LUX!

Jake Steel: Oh, my freaking hero. Someone arrest the man for being born with a criminally large amount of x’s in his name.

Caelan Tyler: Come on, you can’t fault someone for their name.

Jake Steel: And why the hell not? His middle name is probably Xylophone. I’d bet on it, really. Hey! HEY! ADMIT IT, YOU’RE Xavier Xylophone Lux, AREN’T YOU!

Caelan Tyler: Could you be any more unprofessional?

Jake Steel: Could you ask any more a rhetorical question?

The two men appear eager to face off, as Ice Man moves in on Venom as soon as he steps through the ropes, driving a knee into his chest, before locking and delivering a suplex which takes Venom from the apron to the middle of the ring. Ice Man moves in for more, but Venom responds with a hard kick, which backs Ice Man off, and before Ice Man can do further damage, he’s backed to the corner behind a flurry of fists and kicks by Venom!

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man started off strong here, but the NLW Champion quickly got control.

Jake Steel: Ooh, look at that amazing repertoire of Venom’s. Kick, punch, rinse, repeat. Yawn.

Ice Man is stunned completely by a ferocious uppercut from Venom, and is now lifted to sit on the top rope! Venom follows through, climbing up himself, and quickly lofting the bigger man onto his shoulders! The Ice Man apparently comes to right in the nick of time, though, sliding off of Venom’s shoulders and behind him, quickly clutching and snapping back to crush Venom into the mat straight on his shoulders and neck via top rope release German suplex!

Caelan Tyler: What a vicious move by The Ice Man here!

Jake Steel: Yeah, rough that punk up!

Caelan Tyler: I thought you hated Ice Man too?

Jake Steel: He’s a lesser evil.

Ice Man hooked his leg around the turnbuckle connector as he lunged back, so he’s still on the ropes! He pulls himself up from the tree of woe position, and now he’s gesturing for the Avalanche! The fans boo loudly at the prospect of this.

Caelan Tyler: Fans aren’t liking Ice Man’s dominance thus far a single bit.

Jake Steel: I’d boo too, except for the fact that there’s always a possibility of him somehow botching the maneuver and breaking Venom’s face, while incapacitating himself as well. Oh, for such a beautiful future.

Caelan Tyler: You’re twisted.

The Ice Man leaps for the Avalanche, but Venom rolls out of the way at the last second! Actually, just a hair too late, as it he caught about half of Ice Man’s weight, but Ice Man’s upper torso and head caught nothing but the mat!

Caelan Tyler: Both men are down and dazed! Can Ice Man make the pinfall? Can he even get up?

Jake Steel: Man, that was so close to the dual-career-ending botch I was looking forward to.

While both men took damage from the Avalanche semi-miss, it appears Venom made off better from it, as he slowly rises, just enough to throw an arm over the Ice Man!

1...

No, kickout right at the 2!

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man is definitely not going to go away that easily!

Jake Steel: Very true. They need to at least stretch this match long enough to fit another mega-disaster move in there.

Caelan Tyler: You just want to see someone get critically hurt.

Jake Steel: No. I’m actually just sick of hearing constantly how wrestlers put their bodies on the line for all of our enjoyment. So I’m just hoping these guys cross that line, you know, put the money where the mouth is.

Both men stagger to their feet, before Venom tags Ice Man with a right! Ice Man sways, but returns with a shot of his own, which rocks Venom back! Venom retaliates, but Ice Man blocks the shot, and fires another punch right between Venom’s eyes! And another! Ice Man starts pounding Venom uninterrupted until Venom’s nearly out on his feet! A final shot sends Venom staggering back to the ropes, and he bounces lightly back, to rest leaning against The Ice Man!

Caelan Tyler: Wow…it’s not often you see someone go shot for shot against Venom and come out on top. Ice Man’s bigger, but it’s not even like it’s a huge difference, either.

Jake Steel: Stop overrating Venom. Just because the average Joe Peon in the crowd likes this ass doesn’t make him the greatest.

Caelan Tyler: You’re right, it’s actually the NLW Championship that he holds, which officially makes him numero uno.

Ice Man glares over the crowd, before grabbing Venom by the throat with his left hand, and leaning him back. Ice Man lifts his right hand high above his head in a fist, before leaping, and driving that fist straight down into Venom’s face, which knocks him to the mat right on the back of his head.

Caelan Tyler: Is that the kind of damage you wanted to see, Jake? The crowd is getting more and more offensive toward Ice Man, and Venom’s just about unconscious on the mat, bleeding from a cut on his brow and from his nose!

Jake Steel: That is how I like it. Maybe Venom’s just having an off night or something, but seeing him laid low…that’s satisfying.

Caelan Tyler: Well, the audience doesn’t think so, as the boos are resounding now, thanks to Ice Man dropping double knees into Venom’s face! He’s turning into a bloody mess, there might even be some teeth knocked out, or a broken nose there!

Jake Steel: Aww…it’s just a shame that it looks like the Ice Man is done with Venom.

Caelan Tyler: That much is true, Ice Man just stood him up and tossed him on his shoulders like a rag doll. Is this it?

BOOM! The ring seems to shake from the impact as the Ice Man blasts Venom to the mat with the Ice Pick!

Caelan Tyler: The Ice Man drops down for the cover, he’s got the leg hooked!

1...

2...

3!

The referee calls for the bell as the Ice Man rises, staring down at Venom for a moment, before stepping out of the ring and heading toward the back.

Jake Steel: See, this is what I don’t get. This is the champ, here, right? And he’s being helped out of the ring by a referee. Doesn’t that just say a lot about this place? “Our best guy just got rocked so hard he needs a zebra-tard to help him crawl out of the ring.”

Caelan Tyler: You’re just hating, get over it. One off day doesn’t mean anything in this business, especially in a non-title match.

Jake Steel: To my kind of champion, EVERY match means something.

Caelan Tyler: You’re also giving no credit to the Ice Man, who put on a hell of a show tonight. Venom will be back with a vengeance, and you know it. That’s why you’re so pissy, because you know this is just a blip, something no one will remember in a month.

The camera switches to the backstage area where The Hellacious One Draco is striding backstage with a smirk of distain for the entire roster on his face. He turns around the corner to see The Black Phoenix with her back to him as she breaks a hundred code violations and lights up a cigarette. He places his hand her shoulder and spins her around. Only to be struck with confusion as the woman in front of him is definitely not the person he was expecting.

Draco: You’re not The Black Phoenix…

Woman: Your not Stephen Dorff… how disappointing.

Suddenly Draco’s body seems to fold like a concertina, as he is almost broken in half by a spear from behind. He crashes into the wall and falls to the ground next to the woman dressed like The Black Phoenix as the real Black Phoenix grins sadistically, gets up and hands the woman a hundred dollar note. The Black Phoenix boots Draco in the shoulder with a vicious soccer kick, before dismissing the other woman with a wave of her hand. The woman yells back pick up lines as she leaves by the Firefly only has eyes for the man on the ground before her.

The Black Phoenix: You were looking for me Dracie-poo?

With a surreal blur The Black Phoenix twists Draco’s arm like a pretzel and leans back applying her Juji-gatame as twists her legs around his chest. She almost purs as Draco grits his teeth against his pain, refusing to tap or scream as she rips and tears his shoulder muscles

The Black Phoenix: Well you must have been? You called me all sorts of nasty things, you said all sorts of untrue things about me. You called me a vampire, you said, and excuse me for paraphrasing but I believed you insinuated that I was Jack Sullivan’s bitch. For all the times you’ve been mistaken for a vampire or called someone else’s bitch I thought someone like you would at least get your facts straight.

Draco bucks and tries to roll over but just receives a nasty kick to the forehead that opens up a bloody gash. He growls in frustration but The Black Phoenix cannot be pried from her submission hold.

The Black Phoenix: But that is not the reason I came for visit you unwashed, unworthy piece of crap that enjoys dining at the all-you-can-eat slunt bar. How is Hope Finwood anyway?

This time Draco howls with rage as he tries again to slip out of the lock that is damaging his shoulder. He is almost foaming at the mouth when he realises to get the bitch off him he would have to do major damage to his shoulder. The Black Phoenix continues uncaring of Draco’s response.

The Black Phoenix: See Aphrodisia will give you a diatribe about how much she understands why you abandoned her like the way Hope Finwood did to you that time you channelled emo-boy and she left you on your ass. But see I know Aphie just as well as you Draco, you left and her boy like some white-trash trailer home daddy who tells his kids his just going out for milk. While she’s smiles and says it’s all okay…. I’m doing what she really wants to do, and what you should have done to that bastard Zimelda to you.

The Black Phoenix lets go of Draco’s arm and suddenly switches postions hammering in his face with a flurry of elbows, blood covering her arm as a sick grin curls across her lips as she howls with rage.

Suddenly security burst into the scene and five men grab a screaming Black Phoenix and pull her away as the medics swam to Draco. He pushes them off with his good arm and lunges towards the men that are holding The Black Phoenix back. More security piles into the hallway as they hold Draco back so the medics can get him ready for his upcoming match. The air filled with insults, curses and screams as it fades back to the announcers.

Caelan Tyler: Jesus…

Jake Steel: That bitch is crazy…

Backstage, the camera closes in on a closed door, with no indication of what the door leads to. It’s a very boring shot, and just before people start to wonder why this is being shown, the door flies open and out steps The Phoenix, the look on his face one of cold determination. Behind him, one can barely make out the image of some wrestling attire, splattered in red paint before the door closes behind him. Phoenix heads to the ring, silent until he reaches the gorilla position.

The Phoenix: Tonight, the redemption shall be complete; the debt owed paid in full. And in the end, only three words shall need to be said. Justitia est commodatum… 'Justice is served.'

His attention returns to the curtain in front of him as the camera cuts back to the arena.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix is focused, and he better be, his match is next!

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: The following match is scheduled for one fall and will determine who will be challenging for the NLW Championship at the April 6th Uprising! 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.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix looks focused here Jake, and he’ll need to be since this is the biggest match of his NLW stay thus far.

Jake Steel: He’s prime for a letdown Caelan, no way he’s getting past Triple M here!

Caelan Tyler: Triple M has gotta be pissed considering The Phoenix cost him his Anarchy X championship last Uprising.

Jake Steel: Which is why I’m expecting purely “Marvelous” domination here!

Caelan Tyler: Right…

'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. 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 his opponent… From Minneapolis, Minnesota… Weighing in at 260 pounds… “Marvelous” Mario Maurako!

Jake Steel: There he is, our next NLW Champion, the man that will free us from the oppression and dullness that is Venom’s NLW title reign, “Marvelous” Mario Maurako!

Caelan Tyler: Don’t write off The Phoenix yet, he has Triple M beat the last time they met if not for interference from The Ice Man.

Jake Steel: Bah~! Triple M would’ve won that match regardless!

Before Caelan can retort, 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 begin…

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. The modified version of Cypress Hill’s “Never Know” continues to play…

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

Venom walks down the ramp listening to the mix reaction from the crowd. Venom walks around the ring, causing Triple M to yell at him as he does so, but Venom merely smiles and points to his NLW Championship before taking a seat next to Jake Steel and Caelan Tyler.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like we’re going to be joined here by the champion, welcome Venom!

Xavier Lux: Great to be here Caelan, I just thought I’d come out and take a look at what’s in store for me next Uprising, and to see who wins the bet.

Jake Steel: No way Triple M doesn’t win this, assuming you stay out of it!

Xavier Lux: Don’t be like that Jake, or I’ll slap the sarcasm right out you f’ing mouth!

Caelan Tyler: Finally someone agrees with me!

Jake Steel: *Grumbles*

Triple M continues to seethe about Venom being at ringside, but quickly has to turn his attention to the match at hand as the bell rings. He locks up in the center of the ring with The Phoenix, each man struggling to gain leverage over the other before breaking the tie-up. The two men stare reach other down a few seconds before locking up again, this time Triple M drives his knee into Phoenix’s gut before nailing him with a European uppercut. A second uppercut knocks The Phoenix back into the corner, where Triple M nails him with a knife-edged chop.

Caelan Tyler: Triple M with a vicious shot there to gain the early advantage, no doubt he’ll try to use his power to his advantage here, but The Phoenix has shown he’s capable of absorbing a lot of punishment in the past.

Xavier Lux: No way around it, this is going to be a crazy fight between two guys who both want a shot at me.

Jake Steel: *Grumble*

Caelan Tyler: What, nothing to contribute Jake?

Jake Steel: Bah.

Inside the ring, Triple M follows up with another chop before The Phoenix grabs his arm and shifts himself, yanking Triple M into the corner where he was and delivering a hard chop of his own. The Phoenix then delivers a shoulder thrust into Triple M’s gut before whipping Triple M towards the ropes on the other side of the ring. Triple M bounces off the ropes and is caught with a stiff elbow from The Phoenix. Triple M pops back up, only to catch a short arm lariat for his trouble. The Phoenix then drops down, applying a rear chinlock to the former Anarchy X champion.

Caelan Tyler: Smart tactics here by The Phoenix, trying to wear down Triple M with a chinlock after some quick, high impact moves.

Jake Steel: He better be ready to throw everything including the kitchen sink at Triple M, because that’s the only way he’s going to ever beat Mario.

Xavier Lux: I think The Phoenix has as good a shot here as that blowhard Maurako.

Jake Steel: Not as much of one as you…

Xavier Lux: What?

Jake Steel: Nothing!

Before the chinlock can do any damage, Triple M drives a series of elbows into The Phoenix’s side, causing him to release the hold. Both men get back to their feet, with The Phoenix charging at Triple M. Triple M grabs The Phoenix and rotates, bringing the opposing grappler to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Triple M quickly makes a cover.

1…

2…

No, The Phoenix easily gets his shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Early pin attempt there by Triple M, but it wasn’t nearly enough to put The Phoenix down for a three count.

Xavier Lux: Triple M should know better than to go for an easy pin like that, you’re not going to win matches that quickly!

Jake Steel: No, you couldn’t win matches that quickly, Triple M could do it quite easily.

Caelan Tyler: I’m somehow doubting that.

Jake Steel: Psh, damn non-believers in Mario’s greatness.

Frustrated, Maurako begins to rifle shots into The Phoenix’s forehead before putting him into a side headlock and dragging him to his feet, cranking on the hold. The Phoenix wraps his arms around Triple M’s waist, clasping his hands together and before Triple M could react brings him up and down with a back suplex. Both men get back up immediately, and The Phoenix brings Triple M back down with an armbar takedown! Before he can transition it into the Blaze of Glory, Triple M manages to grab the bottom rope, causing The Phoenix to let go of Triple M’s leg and instead stomp on the Marvelous One.

Caelan Tyler: Good awareness by Triple M, grabbing onto the rope before The Phoenix could lock on his Blaze of Glory submission.

Xavier Lux: That hold’s vicious, and I’m going to need to watch out for it next Uprising, but The Phoenix has a more dangerous move to watch out for in Toxic.

Caelan Tyler: So you think Triple M is going to lose here?

Xavier Lux: Look at him Caelan, he’s so ‘roided up and there’s no way his muscles will last once The Phoenix locks that hold in on him. Why else would I make that bet?

Jake Steel: Blasphemy~! Triple M will win this and he’ll go on to beat you.

Xavier Lux: He’ll try, but it’s just not happening.

The Phoenix drags Triple M back to a vertical base, quickly lifting him up into a fireman’s carry. Triple M manages to slide loose, however, and quickly spins The Phoenix around. In one swift movement Triple M kicks Phoenix in the gut before delivering a DDT. Triple M then nails Phoenix with his Road to Maurako pumphandle slam before attempting another pin.

1…

2…

No! Shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: That attempt was much closer than the last one after that series of high impact moves by Triple M.

Xavier Lux: He’s still going to need to do better than that to win this thing.

Jake Steel: Just keep watching, it’s only a matter of time before The Phoenix is worn out, no way he’s got the stamina or conditioning that Triple M does. I mean, look at the two. Triple M is the epitome of physical condition and The Phoenix is, well, he’s fat.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix is definitely larger than the average competitor would be, but he’s proven himself quite able to go the distance in his matches thus far in NLW.

Jake Steel: He’s never faced anyone good besides Maurako, and guess who won that go around?

Caelan Tyler: He did beat Ice Man, who beat Triple M just this past Uprising.

Jake Steel: With help!

Caelan Tyler: Triple M had help to beat The Phoenix too.

Jake Steel: …Shut up!

Triple M pulls The Phoenix to his feet, landing some hammering blow across his back before hitting him with The Beauty Within, leaving The Phoenix lying as Triple M quickly moves over to the turnbuckles and climbs to the top rope, leaping off for Maurako Rocker frog splash. Enough damage wasn’t done though, as The Phoenix rolls out of the way, leaving Mario to crash into the mat. The Phoenix then quickly attempts a pin of his own.

1…

2…

No, now Triple M gets his shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Triple M went high risk there, and it failed to pay off at all for him, as The Phoenix almost stole one from him.

Xavier Lux: That just shows desperation from Triple M, why would you try something so stupid? He’s got no business going up top.

Jake Steel: Isn’t it obvious? Triple M is going to pull out all the stops to take your title.

Xavier Lux: At the rate he’s going he’s not going to be in any shape to even try!

Pulling Mario up, The Phoenix grabs onto his leg and quickly hits a dragon screw leg whip to put Mario back down. Holding onto the leg, Phoenix drops an elbow onto the extended limb before draping it over the bottom rope. Phoenix then grabs the top rope with both hands while standing on the bottom rope, jumping off and slamming his bulk into the leg. Triple M yells out in pain as The Phoenix flips him over holding up the leg and slamming Mario’s knee into the mat repeatedly.

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix is working the leg now, no doubt to soften Maurako up for the Blaze of Glory.

Jake Steel: Triple M will fight out of this. After all, he’s never been pinned in NLW, nor has he ever tapped out!

Xavier Lux: So today can be the first and last time either of those things happen inside a NLW ring.

Jake Steel: Nuh uh!

Caelan Tyler: Is that seriously the best retort you got?

Jake Steel: …

Xavier Lux: Good, now stay quiet.

Jake Steel: *Grumbles*

Pulling Triple M back up, Phoenix once again attempts the Immolation, and again Triple M is able to slip free, this time spinning Phoenix around and hitting Simply Marvelous! Triple M lands awkwardly on his knee, and as a result freezes up, clutching on his knee and not being able to capitalize on his turn of fortune. After what no doubt seems like an eternity for the two men in the ring but was in reality only a few seconds Triple M is able to drape an arm over The Phoenix.

1…

2…

NO! Triple M can’t believe it! Phoenix’s shoulder is up!

Caelan Tyler: Triple M took too long, and Phoenix was able to kick out!

Jake Steel: NOOO! Mario, you gotta finish him!

Xavier Lux: See, I told you Triple M wouldn’t be able to finish this, he just doesn’t have it in him!

Jake Steel: He does too, just you watch and see!

Triple M quickly rolls The Phoenix onto his back and lifts him up, locking in the Marvelosity! The referee checks Phoenix to see if he gives, but Phoenix shakes his head no as Venom stands up from the announcers’ table, taking off his headset and jumping onto the apron, yelling at the referee. The referee turns his back and goes to yell at Venom, and in anger Triple M lifts up The Phoenix and hits his Super Mario full nelson slam before going over to trade words with Venom as well. The referee yells at Venom to leave ringside, and he does so reluctantly, the referee and Triple M both watching intently as he does, not paying any attention to Phoenix, who’s gotten back to his feet.

Jake Steel: Watch out behind you Mario!

Jake’s warning is in vain, as Triple M turns around to get booted and lifted into a fireman’s carry before having his skull driven to the mat with The Immolation! The Phoenix then quickly locks in Blaze of Glory, and Triple M tries to crawl to a rope, but The Phoenix has him dead for rights in the center of the ring. With no other alternative, Triple M taps.

Zach King: The winner of this match as result via submission… THE PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix pulled off the upset here!

Jake Steel: NOOOOOOOOOOO~!

Caelan Tyler: I can’t believe it!

Jake Steel: There is no God. WHY?!

Triple M pounds the mat in anger as the crowd starts to chant.

Crowd: NA NA NA NA… NA NA NA NA… HEY HEY HEY… GOODBYE!

Triple M slowly slides out of the ring, a look of sure disbelief on his face as he realizes what this means.

Caelan Tyler: He lost the bet! “Marvelous” Mario Maurako is in NLW no more!

Jake Steel: *Sniff* The only day sadder than this is when Venom made Titan 3 forsake us… That bastard, always chasing away the good ones!

Caelan Tyler: Get over it.

The camera cuts to the interior of another hotel room, presumably in Houston. A voice--female in nature but distorted--breaks the silence.

Female Voice: Never mind what happened here tonight. We continue with the plan.

At this, the shot splits in two, as the right side of the screen cuts to a nighttime shot of a barren land. A gruff male voice responds.

Male Voice: By your request. It shall be taken care of.

The left side of the screen is pushed away, leaving only the outdoor shot on-camera. The light of the nearly full moon shows the outline of a small building up ahead, as it slowly draws closer to the foreground. A deep, throaty male chuckle is heard off-camera, and as if on cue, a red can is lifted into the shot, the legend 'Gasoline' visible even in the near-darkness. Due to the low natural lighting, it’s almost impossible to determine where exactly this shot is coming from.

Male Voice: Let’s see him rise from the ashes of this one….

Before anything else can be said or done, the camera cuts back to ringside, and two very bewildered announcers.

Caelan Tyler: Tonight has just had a ton of cryptic things, first that phone call now this.

Jake Steel: It’s the damn loony bin, I knew this would happen with Harvey in charge!

The camera is focused on the door of Aphrodisia Jordan, when suddenly The Black Phoenix comes into shot. She seems to be writing something on her door. She smiles to herself and walks off as the camera zooms to the door. Draco’s blood is smeared all over it and the message…

Love BP

Caelan Tyler: Okay, I’m officially agreeing with you Jake, she’s crazy.

Jake Steel: Told you!

The lights go down, and a pair of yellow lights shoot straight up to the rafters. With a BOOM, the bass line of “Hey Ladies” by the Beastie Boys starts up. The fans get on their feet, as the Jumbotron shows the big smiling face of El Linchador. “Hey Ladies in the place I’m calling out to ya” the lyrics shout, as out from the entryway gallops El Linchador. He’s riding an imaginary horse, and stops at the top of ramp. He raises his hands in the air, and red, yellow and white explosions go off behind him.

Zach King: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first… From La Coruna, Spain… Weighing in at 199 pounds… EL LINCHADOR!

He makes his way to the ring and slides in, quickly going to the corner and climbing it, pumping the crowd up even more.

Caelan Tyler: The NLW fans here love El Linchador, even if he hasn’t been in a wrestling ring in almost four years.

Jake Steel: Damnit, why couldn’t Jack have gotten someone cooler to tag with, like Titan 3 or Killa Kali?

Caelan Tyler: I’m not sure, but when the chips were down Jack decided to call in one of the best high-flyers in the history of this business, which makes sense when you consider the caliber of opponents he’s up against.

Jake Steel: Bah, he should’ve gone all FTF on their asses! You know all about what kind of damage Jack and Kali can do after all.

Caelan Tyler: I’d rather not relive that thanks.

The lights again go out in the arena, and blue lights begin to pulse as the opening riffs of Samhain’s “In My Grip” begin to play.

The song continues as the pulsing stops and the blue light remains constantly on, giving the arena a real faded look as Jack Sullivan appears on the entrance ramp, a smug look on his face as he makes his way to the ring.

Jack climbs into the ring, shaking hands with Linchy before preparing for the entrance of their opponents.

Zach King: And his partner… From Milwaukee, Wisconsin… Weighing in at 280 pounds… JACK SULLIVAN!

Caelan Tyler: It’s been a long time since Jack had a meaningful match himself, but he looks ready for this.

Jake Steel: He needs to be, someone’s gotta lay down he law around here, and it sure as hell isn’t gonna be me!

Caelan Tyler: Of course not, that would take effort.

Jake Steel: Damn right, not worth it.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. The electrical sounds fill the ears of all in attendance as 'Remedy' by Seether brings Josh Allen out from the back.

Allen heads toward the ring, eyes fixated on the squared circle, but he also slaps the hands of the nearest fans.

Allen slides in and takes himself to the nearest corner turnbuckle. He steps on the second rope, looks at the crowd and smirks, slightly raising his hands to get more applause. He slides off back to the mat.

Zach King: And their opponents, making his way to the ring first… From Broken Arrow, Oklahoma… Weighing in at 221 pounds… JOSH ALLEN!

Caelan Tyler: The crowd is really showing their appreciation for Josh Allen here tonight.

Jake Steel: Bah, what do they know?

Caelan Tyler: They obviously know that Josh Allen is one of the most underrated wrestlers in the history of this sport, and he’s got the resume to back it up.

Jake Steel: He used to tag with you, that right there cost him all his street cred.

The lights in the arena are turned up. Turning into bright whites spots leaving the audience blinded. The lights surrounding the entranceway are doing the same, but instead of bright white they are an intense red shade. The screen comes to life with static as the PA system plays a low hum, almost like a feedback noise. The noise continues on and on. Finally, the screen flickers to life. A solid black screen with one word. The word looks to be written in puddles of blood.

...Suffer...

A high pitched distorted guitar starts to play over the low hum. Playing droning notes. Again and again. Soon a bass and drums join in. All heavy, but the high pitched distorted guitar still playing over them all. The top of the screen shows blood starting to rain down the screen. Soon it covers the lettering and the whole screen is a blood red screen.

Your words are a scalpel
Ripping me apart
I’ll show all my scars
I see now who you are
Cut me free
From your leash
So I can breathe

The image of blood still remains. Something seems to be coming closer from underneath the blood. Rising to the surface. An image of Draco holding a title above his head. His body bloodied and broken. It is the OWF Network Title. Another clip shows Draco in much the same bloodied state holding the OWF World Title. The music starts to get harder as the two images start to flicker to life. The videos are grainy and look as if you are peering at them through a thin layer of blood.

SUFFER!
You want me to stray!
You hope I’ll break!
But I won’t suffer again!
SUFFER!
You want me to stray!
You hope I’ll break!
But I won’t suffer again!

As the last two words are screamed through the PA a series of explosions rip from either side of the stage in a synchronized motion to the center in front of the entrance way. The explosions slowly getting bigger until the last. A figure is seen in the middle of the entrance as the explosion erupts. The man has his head down and his arms out hanging at his side. Thick clouds of smoke from the pyrotechnics hang in the air as the heavy rock music continues.

Broken as I seem to be
Nothing like this ever happens to me
It’s all new and I never thought
The end would be you

The smoke starts to clear and Draco is seen standing there with his head still down. The ash and soot covering his shoulders and face. He looks up towards the ring showing his icy blue eyes. His wrists taped as they normally are. His scarred chest is somewhat hard to look at, but his eyes remain focus. He starts to walk toward the ring, but as he does so Jack slides out of the ring and makes a beeline for him, and the two men begin to exchange blows on the ramp.

Caelan Tyler: Whoa, doesn’t look like Jack has any intention of waiting until the bell even rings here.

Jake Steel: He’s out for blood Caelan, and besides that entrance was kinda dragging a bit…

Caelan Tyler: Let’s hope this doesn’t degenerate into chaos before it even gets under way here.

The two continue to exchange rights before Jack gets the upper hand with a well-placed knee and drags Draco down the entrance ramp, tossing him into the ring. Jack slides in as the ref calls for the bell to officially get the match under way. Linchy exits the ring, standing on the apron as the referee forces Josh Allen out, who’s arguing about what Jack did before the match started with the referee. Reluctantly he exits the ring as Jack whips Draco into the ropes and hits him with a rolling elbow.

Caelan Tyler: Jack’s started this match off with a bang here, and Draco better hope he doesn’t get that cut he received from his altercation with Black Phoenix reopened up here.

Jake Steel: I think he should be more worried about keeping his head attached to his shoulders here, Jack means business!

Caelan Tyler: I’m sure Draco and Josh Allen both mean business here too, Draco just needs to gain his bearings and then he’ll be right back in this.

Jake Steel: Break him Jack!

Not that any encouragement is needed, Jack continues his assault, bodyslamming Draco before nailing him with a knee drop. Jack then pulls Draco over to the corner, where he tags in El Linchador. Jack locks on an armbar as Linchy jumps into the ring, bringing an axe handle blow down across the freshly injured shoulder of Draco. Linchy then takes Draco across the ring with an arm drag takedown, locking in an armbar and wrenching at the shoulder. From the position Linchy pulls Draco to his feet, whipping him to the ropes and taking to the air for a drop kick. Draco sidesteps, and Linchy misses his mark, landing on the mat. Draco immediately capitalizes by giving a big football punt right to Linchy’s midsection.

Caelan Tyler: OUCH!

Jake Steel: That’ll leave a mark and some bruising.

Caelan Tyler: Tactics like that are what set Draco apart from other lightweights though, he’s not going to beat you with finesse, he’s going to pound the crap out of you.

Still favoring the left shoulder, Draco nails a few rights before locking a front facelock onto Linchy and forcing him to the corner, where Josh Allen tags himself in. Josh takes a shot at Linchy’s exposed ribs, then lifts Linchy up and drops him ribs-first across his extended knee. Linchy drops to his knees, and Allen quickly hits a shining wizard, dropping his opponent to the mat. Quickly Allen hooks the leg.

1…

No, Jack rushes in and breaks up the pin.

Caelan Tyler: Jack’s not about to lose this match without a fight, that much is for sure.

Jake Steel: No kidding, he hasn’t met his self-imposed quota of kick ass yet.

Caelan Tyler: I’m pretty sure everyone in this match has a quota of that to fill at this point.

Jake Steel: They better, I wanna see more carnage! That first blood match has got me all fired up and I don’t want to be let down.

Caelan Tyler: I don’t think anyone in this is capable of having a “let down” match.

The referee pushes Jack out of the ring as Josh takes Linchy up and over with a headscissors, holding on to apply pressure on the neck. The referee looks, and tells Allen to break it once he realizes it’s a choke. The ref counts to four before Allen releases, and Allen drags Linchy to his corner, tagging in Draco. Allen sits Linchy down in the corner, and Draco goes across the ring, bouncing off and flying back, driving his knee into the upper body and head of El Linchador. Draco then applies a boot choke, but the ref forces him to break it.

Caelan Tyler: Linchy needs to get a tag made here if he’s gonna be able to last, Draco and Allen are really working him over.

Jake Steel: That’s what I want to see, non-stop aggression! Hurt him!

Caelan Tyler: At this rate they very well may.

Jake Steel: Well good, that’s what I want to see!

Draco pulls Linchy to his feet and goes to whip him, but Linchy is able to use some leverage and reverse it, catching Draco with a wheel kick and leaving both men lying. Linchy then limps over to his side, where he tags Jack in. Draco immediately charges Jack, catching him with a knee to slow down the bigger man before hitting some forearms into Jack’s temple. Jack shakes them off, shoving Draco back as he fully steps into the ring. Undaunted, Draco nails a few more forearms before catching Jack with a heel kick. Draco then slips through the ropes to the ring apron, using the top rope and slingshotting himself over into a senton. Jack rolls onto his stomach as Draco climbs the turnbuckles, waiting for his prey. Jack gets to his feet, and Draco takes off, catching Jack and drilling him with a flipping neckbreaker! Draco quickly goes for the pin.

1…

2…

No, this time Linchy with the save!

Caelan Tyler: Draco with the near fall, and even with the broken up pin he’s in control here, doesn’t look like that shoulder is bothering him as much as it could be.

Jake Steel: Have you looked at the moves he’s been using? Of course it’s not going to be as bothersome when you’re not using it.

Caelan Tyler: True enough.

Jake Steel: It’s still a big red bull’s eye though, and only an idiot would think that Jack won’t capitalize on it at some point.

Caelan Tyler: He better if he intends to stay in this match.

Draco goes over to his corner, tagging in Josh Allen, who climbs the turnbuckles and leaps off, nailing Jack with a flying lariat. Allen quickly goes for another pin.

1…

2…

No, this time Jack is able to get his shoulder up, and Allen shakes his head before stomping on Jack’s chest a few times. Allen pulls Jack to his feet, kneeing him before setting up and hitting a side Russian leg sweep. Allen then bounces off the ropes and hits an elbow drop on the prone Sullivan. Allen pulls him back to his feet and goes for a right, but Jack is able to counter with a right of his own. Jack then scoops up Allen and brings him down with a power slam before popping back to his feet, taunting Draco. Draco tries to enter the ring, but the referee forces him out as Jack puts the boots to Allen. Quickly hooking Allen’s head and tights, Jack brings him up and over with a vertical suplex.

Caelan Tyler: Sullivan back in control, using his power to try to wear down the faster Josh Allen.

Jake Steel: He’s not so much trying to wear him down as he is trying to just break him.

Caelan Tyler: That would be Jack’s style in a nutshell.

Jake Steel: That’s why Jack’s always been so successful against those crazy flyboys, he just snaps them in two. Hard to fly around when you can’t walk.

Jack grabs Allen by the throat, lifting him up and dropping him down across the knee with his Downfall chokeslam, leaving Allen writhing in pain before tagging in El Linchador. Linchy leaps over the top rope and waits for Allen to get to his feet, nailing a dropkick to Allen’s jaw as he does. Allen pops back up, and another dropkick. Linchy shouts out to the fans as a “Linchy!” chant starts, and Allen slaps the mat in frustration. Allen gets up and charges Linchy, but Linchy quickly grabs him and wraps him into a small package!

1…

2…

No, Allen is able to free himself before three!

Caelan Tyler: Close call there for Allen, Linchy almost got him.

Jake Steel: Trying to sneak a fast one is usually the best way to win a tag match, particularly when your opponent is as slow as Josh Allen.

Caelan Tyler: Allen isn’t slow! Have you ever watched him wrestle?

Jake Steel: I meant in the head. Seriously, who talks to chimps?

Allen and Linchy both pop up to their feet, and Allen quickly kicks Linchy in the gut and catches him off-guard with an implant DDT! Allen then charges over to the ropes, but Jack kicks him across the back when he bounces off, stopping him in his tracks. The referee yells at Jack as Allen pulls Linchy to his feet, nailing a European uppercut and following it up with a swinging neckbreaker. Linchy rolls over to the ropes, and uses them to try to pull himself up as Josh charges towards him. Linchy quickly pulls down on the top rope and drops onto his back, leaving Allen with no place to go bout out as he tumbles out to the ringside floor. Linchy then stand up and runs to the other side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes and taking to the air as he gets close enough, clearing the top rope and hitting a beautiful plancha on Allen!

Caelan Tyler: See, that’s the Linchy of old, putting on a hell of a show.

Jake Steel: Putting on a show doesn’t win matches Caelan.

Caelan Tyler: It gives the fans something to talk about, nothing wrong with winning matches with style Jake.

Jake Steel: Style is what ends careers early. That and fucking with guys like Jack.

Back in the ring, Draco and Jack have taken the places of both Linchy and Allen and are trading blows when Jack lands a cheap shot on Draco’s shoulder, stopping him cold. Jack then scoops him up and lifts him into the air, bringing him down with a shoulderbreaker! Draco writhes in pain as Jack looks to the outside, where both Allen and Linchy are trying to recover from the impact of the plancha. Jack turns his attention back to Draco, rifling a few more shots to Draco’s forehead before yanking off the gauze that’s taped to it and continuing his assault. Within moments blood begins to trickle down Draco’s forehead and Jack reopens the cut, each blow increasing the flow of blood. Calling for the end, Jack picks up Draco and hoists him onto his shoulders for his Sullivan Solution hold, but Draco is able to slip out, and as Jack turns to face him he’s nailed with a superkick!

Caelan Tyler: Desperation move there by Draco, who now has that head injury caused by Black Phoenix earlier reopened!

Jake Steel: YES! Just what this night needed, more blood to keep me interested!

Caelan Tyler: This has been a heck of a match so far, I wonder how Draco will react to the aggravated wounds he’s suffered.

Jake Steel: Poorly I hope!

The force of the superkick knocked Jack back into a corner, and Draco touches his forehead, looking down at the blood that now covers his hand. Seething, Draco charges the corner, looking to spear Jack right into next week. Jack is able to sidestep the spear, and Draco slams into the steel post at full speed, his already damaged shoulder taking the blunt of the blow! Allen, who’s not gotten himself into the apron, tags himself in as Draco pulls himself free, dropping to the floor.

Caelan Tyler: Draco could have seriously injured his shoulder there!

Jake Steel: I told you he’d react negatively, totally called it!

Caelan Tyler: *Sighs*

Jack drills Allen with an elbow as he enters the ring, and quickly lifts Allen up into a fireman’s carry before swinging him down with a flapjack! Jack then lifts Allen back up onto his shoulders before moving to his corner and tagging Linchy. Jack sets Allen up for a torture rack, but instead brings him down for a burning hammer before exiting the ring as Linchy climbs to the top, leaping off with The Stampede! Linchy hooks the leg.

1…

2…

WHAM!

Caelan Tyler: Well that’s one way to break up a pin….

Jake Steel: Daaaamn.

The referee calls for the bell as Draco enters the ring, bringing a steel chair down full force across Linchy’s back. Jack attempts to enter the ring, but Draco cuts him off with a blast of steel to the face, sending Jack flying off the apron and into the barricade on the outside. Josh Allen rolls over and gets onto his knees, but Draco brings the steel down across his skull as well, leaving the three men down and out. Draco rolls to the outside, lining Jack up one more time before blasting him with another shot. Satisfied, Draco drops the chair, favoring his shoulder as he walks up the entrance ramp.

Zach King: Your winners as result of a disqualification… Jack Sullivan and El linchador!

Caelan Tyler: Draco just snapped there, I guess he had enough of people trying to capitalize on what Black Phoenix did.

Jake Steel: Man, I hope he stays, that punk bastard’s got a mean streak!

In the backstage area we find Draco stumbling around down the hallway, not only from his attack by Black Phoenix but the tag match took a toll on his body. All he could think of now was revenge. His eyes searched the backstage area where all the locker rooms are.

Draco: Where the fuck is she?!

He stops staring at a door with a piece of paper reading, 'Black Phoenix'. Reaching up he can feel the lump on his forehead and the blood still oozing from the cut. The revenge burned more inside him.

Using self control wasn't something he was not used to doing, but he had to. Lightly he knocked on the door and made his voice sound weaker, more afraid like a stage hand would be entering the room.

Draco: [With modified voice] Mi..miss...Mr. Sullivan wants to see you about...a...ummm...contract error.

There was a big of mumbling and some shuffling behind the door. Draco took a step back and watched the doorknob turn slowly. It seemed to stop before it was pulled open. Draco had a feeling she knew what was going on.

With a massive jumping kick the door was thrown open straight into Black Phoenix's face. A loud thud and a crash was heard echoing in the room as Draco stormed in. She lay there dazed and Draco was immediately taking the advantage.

Easily, he mounted her pinning her arms down with his knees and returned the elbow and forearm shots from earlier. He grunted with each shot making sure to rock the masked woman as hard as he could. Her supernatural power was something he couldn't match with conveniental methods in his weakened state.

Draco: What was that?!

Another hard forearm to Black Phoenix's face.

Draco: Say what you fuckin' want!

This time he brings his fist up into the air and slams it down into her forehead driving to drive her head through the cement floor. Black Phoenix seemed to almost be smirking under the assault the hate filled man was dishing out.

Draco: But leave her the fuck out of this!

Another straight punch, but this time to the side of her face. Draco gets up expecting her to attack, but she lays there just locking her eyes with his. It was almost unnerving.

He backed out toward the kicked in door. Black Phoenix still hasn't moved, but there was a smirk on her face. It only angered Draco more that she just stood there taking his blows in stride.

Draco: Just remember that I could get her back in the drop of a hat.

The bloodied and swollen face came into view over his shoulder. He had his trademark smirk. The same smirk you see on a kid defying the principal even though it would only lead to trouble. What a fitting analogy.

Draco: And in that same drop of the hat...have her your hated enemy. Oh the power a cock could hold.

With a hasty exit, he didn't see her reaction, but he knew it wouldn't be the calm she was showing. The calm that she knew would get under his skin. The door was slammed shut as he walked down the hallway. The scene shifted back to the announcer's table and away from the vicious soap opera backstage.

Caelan Tyler: This night just keeps more and more violent.

Jake Steel: I’m really liking this guy!

Caelan Tyler: Well folks I hope you’re all excited, because it’s main event time!

Jake Steel: Kevin Heat against some crazy goth for the Legacy Championship? Should be simple enough!

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the MAIN EVENT for the NLW Legacy Championship!

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. 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.

Zach King: Introducing first, in the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 228lbs, he is the reigning NLW Legacy Champion… KEVIN Heat!

Caelan Tyler: A big challenge for Heat in his first defence of the Legacy Championship here…

Jake Steel: Meh, what a lot of toot! He’s fighting a woman… a WOMAN for God’s sake!

Caelan Tyler: You’ve obviously not been paying much attention to Aphrodisia Jordan’s wrestling abilities then…

Zach King: And his opponent…

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 laces, 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: … in the ring, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana… weighing in at 168lbs, she is the challenger… APHRODISIA JORDAN!

Heat glances over at his opponent and gives her a look that says “you aren’t fit to lace my boots”. Without warning he dives across the ring and smashes his forearm right into her face!

DING DING DING!

Caelan Tyler: And we’re off!

Kevin takes a step forward towards Jordan, but before he can act Aph suddenly leaps up and uppercuts him in the jaw. She moves in, offering a lock-up which Kevin, after sneering at the previous comment, takes. He wins it pretty easily, and switches it over to a side headlock. Aphrodisia sends him flying into the ropes and Kevin comes back, resorting to jamming his thumb in Jordan’s eye. He then uses the advantage to hook her back into the corner, before hitting her with a knife-edge chop!

”OOOOOOOHHH!”

Another chop! Aph’s face contorts with pain.

”OOOOOOOHHH!”

Caelan Tyler: Man, I can feel those over here!

Jake Steel: Me too Cael, those are some stiff-ass chops…

Aphrodisia, just as stiffly as Kevin, is able to clench a fist and throw it right into Heat’s face.

Caelan Tyler: Jordan fighting back now…

As Kevin hits another knife-edge chop, Aphrodisia again responds with a closed fist. Eventually an all-out brawl envelopes the two as they exchange blows. Jordan is able to back Kevin out of the corner, before sending the Legacy Champion staggering backwards with another strike to the cheek. She then proceeds to run from Kevin, rebound off of the ropes and deck the champion with a flying plancha! She moves in for the cover.

1

No! Easy kickout!

Jake Steel: Obviously she doesn’t realise how unbelievably AWESOME Kevin Heat is! She’s never gonna beat him this early…

Caelan Tyler: Perhaps not but Aphrodisia Jordan is all over the Legacy champion here in the early stages! Heat REALLY needs to pick things up…

Frustrated at only getting a one count, Aphrodisia arises to here feet and brings Heat with here. However, the resilience of the Path of Destiny Tournament finalst comes to the forefront as he swiftly kicks his female opponent in the gut and tosses her shoulder-fist through the ropes to the outside of the ring!

Jake Steel: SEE! I told you…

Caelan Tyler: Come on! This isn’t a hardcore match…

Heat wastes no time whatsoever as he leaps to the outside and picks his opponent up, before grabbing here by her attire and throwing her head-first into the stairs!

Caelan Tyler: JESUS CHRIST!

Jake Steel: Bitch got owned!

Caelan Tyler: Was that really necessary!?!

Jake Steel: Probably not, but it WAS pretty fucking cool!

Aphrodisia was seeing stars. And a few dead celebrities, too. Kevin grabs her and lines her up for another shot against the stairs, but the referee orders him back in the ring, shouting something along the lines off “GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THE RING OR I’LL DISQUALIFY YOU!”. Kevin grimaces, knowing that a disqualification in a Legacy title match would lead to him losing the belt, so he tosses Jordan back inside.

Caelan Tyler: That’s more like it, back in the ring!

The Legacy Champion makes good on his advantage, both in the match and in size, and was quickly dusting off a move you don't normally this early in the match – a powerbomb!

Jake Steel: Now there’s something you don’t see every week! A Kevin Heat powerbomb!

Continuing his momentum, Heat grabs Aph by the hair and pulled her back up, before immediately flooring her again with a Reverse Russian Legsweep! He makes the cover…

1

2

Shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: And there’s the shoulder up from Aph! It’s early days still in this main event, but already she’s taken a bit of a battering!

Jake Steel: Of course she has, man! She’s a woman, all woman think about is shoes and perfume and shit… she’s probably thinking about shopping right now!

Caelan Tyler: You’re an idiot!

Jake Steel: What!?! What did I say?!

Aphrodisia blasting her left side off of the mat left Kevin fuming a bit, and he attempts to grab Jordan once again. However, Aphrodisia has recovered enough to grab him in a waistlock. Standing switch. Aphrodisia elbows out and does her own standing switch! It's a veritable daisy chain of fun here as Kevin blocks the German Suplex attempt and pulls the standing switch again. German suplex by Kevin!

Caelan Tyler: Kevin continuing to assault the head of the NLW newcomer... taking full advantage of the fact that he has an opponent small enough to lift....

Jake Steel: Ha! Like that ever stopped the great Heat before!

As Steel and Tyler jabber away, Kevin rolls Aphrodisia back to her feet and GERMAN SUPLEXES her again! The crowd, screaming for Aphrodisia to counter, had gone quiet as Kevin pulls them back to their feet again and immediately lowered his head for a high angle back drop!

”OOOOOOOOHH!”

Caelan Tyler: And again Jordan is dropped on her head!

Jake Steel: Gotta wonder how much more she can take of this!

Caelan Tyler: Indeed!

Jake Steel: …it’s full of thoughts about shoes and perfume anyway…

After picking his opponent up from the mat, Kevin hooks her arms but Aphrodisia slamms an elbow into the big honking nose of Kevin Heat to counter it! She grabs the head of Heat and tried to drop him with a Diamond Cutter, but god dammit, Kevin wasn't about to make this easy.

Caelan Tyler: Kevin quickly counters to a....

Jake Steel: DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAGON SUPLEX! Never doubt the Legacy Champion! Haha!

Kevin covers after the wicked suplex.

1

2

NO! KICK OUT!

”BOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Caelan Tyler: And another near fall! I never thought I’d see a man of Kevin Heat’s size tossing an opponent around like this, but he really is taking the newcomer to school!

Jake Steel:… fuckin’ shoes and perfume, man!

THWACK!

Jake Steel: OWWW! What did you do that for?!

Caelan Tyler: Because you are a fucking retard!

Kevin Heat retreats to one of the corners to catch a breather, carefully watching his opponent rise. Jordan puts a hand to her back, gathering her loose screws as the crowd roars behind her.

Caelan Tyler: You know, the fans aren’t usually such big supporters of Aphrodisia Jordan… I guess they just want Kevin Heat to get his ass beaten!

She glances over at Kevin sitting in the corner, and unsurprisingly, she attacked. The fired up Aphrodisia ran to and up the corner, and lifted her legs around the throat of the Legacy Champion.

And twisted.

Kevin, who had been reaching for the ropes to block the expected rana, gurgles as Aphrodisia puts a very unique chokehold on him!

Jake Steel: What the hell kind of move is that!?!

Caelan Tyler: I don’t know, but it’s working!

Jake Steel: Crazy bitch!

The referee is counting, since Kevin is technically in the ropes.

1

2

3

4

And Aphrodisia releases it at about 4.888. She puts her feet across Kevin's throat again and headscissores him off to the floor...

… and Kevin, somehow, lands on his feet. He very quickly rolls into the ring. He had been splattered once already, and knew Aphrodisia had the metaphysical cojones to lay the high-flying smackdown on him again. Heat had barely climbed back to his feet when Aphrodisia positions herself on the second rope and leaped off with a clothesline... that Heat managed to duck!. Aphrodisia landed on her feet and continued running...

Caelan Tyler: She’s back up now!

And she walks right into a Kevin Heat superkick!

1

2

Shoulder up!

Jake Steel: This god damn crazy bitch REALLY isn’t getting much in here! Kevin Heat is just TOO GOOD!

Kevin boos in protest of what was allegedly a slow count, he decides to stay on the mat and lock in an STO. Being as they were still pretty close to the ropes, Aphrodisia grabs them for the break almost instantly.

Jake Steel: Rope break!

Caelan Tyler: She’s not getting a lot of offence in but she’s showing a heck of a lot of fight!

Aphrodisia Jordan, still more than a bit groggy from being head-splattered so much, wasn't having any of it. She rolls to the apron. Kevin grins before baseball sliding into the side of the downed challenger, sending her sprawling outside the ring once again!

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Caelan Tyler: Listen to these fans! They didn’t like that one bit!

Jake Steel: I don’t see why not… obviously they don’t realise how AWESOME Kevin Heat is compared to them…

Caelan Tyler: What? For beating up a woman…?

Heat again opts to take a little rest, and sneers at the jeering fans. He steps back a few paces and makes an attempt to launch himself off the ropes… ASAI MOONSAULT…

Caelan Tyler: Big move comin’!

NO! DODGED!

Jake Steel: SHIT!

And the gamble was nigh, as Aphrodisia ducks out of the way and grabbs the apron.

1

2

As the countdown starts, she rolled into the ring and helps herself up with the help of the ropes.

3

4

Kevin is a bit slower to recover, but he climbs up simply to the apron. Heat directs a forearm smash into Aph's stomach and grabs her head. Vertical suplex to the outside?

DENIED!

Aphrodisia blocks it and flips Kevin inside the ring with a suplex of her own!

Jake Steel: Oh man, Kevin just got schooled…

Caelan Tyler: That he did, and it looks like Aphrodisia Jordan is right back in this thing!

Jake Steel: Come on, champ!

Heat was stunned, and Jordan quickly scrambled over his body.

1

2

SHOULDER UP!

Jake Steel: He’s not done yet, Cael!

Aphrodisia climbs on top of Kevin (not like that, you sickos) and grabs his arms, and flips him over into a bow and arrow lock!

Caelan Tyler: Uncharacteristic technicality from Jordan here!

Jake Steel: She’ll need to throw everything and the kitchen sink at Heat to win this title though…

Caelan Tyler: Indeed, smart moves from Jordan!

Kevin is pissed. FUCKING ANGERED. But he was locked into it pretty good, so he had to settle for cursing and fighting out of it. Aphrodisia responds by putting one of her knees into Kevin's back, causing him to get even further angry. Aphrodisia continues to hang on to the hold. Kevin Heat was in all sorts of pain! He finally breaks loose of the hold and crawls away, acting like Aphrodisia was radioactive or something. He pulls himself up with the ropes, but he had left his back turned to Aphrodisia. Dropkick! And Kevin's head bounces off the second rope. He bounces up to a vertical base just from the momentum, and sees a blur flying at him again...
SRPINGBOARD SPEAR!

”RAAAAAAHHH!”

The crowd cheer to signal their appreciation for the daredevil move!

Caelan Tyler: We could see a new champion!

Jake Steel: Meh, I doubt it…

Caelan Tyler: Well, Heat’s not looking too hot at the moment…

… but Kevin had the presence of mind to sidestep. Dammit. But Aphrodisia stops on a gorram dime and is waiting for Kevin when he turns around...

SUPERKICK!

And the latter landed Kevin right on the second rope again! Aph attempts to spin around the ropes and land a 6-1-9 but somehow Kevin Heat manages to get the fuck out of the way! He drops under the bottom rope and roles out of the ring!

Jake Steel: SEE!

Heat sneers, glaring at her angrily. He genuinely cannot believe that he is getting the shit kicked out of him by a woman. He also stes close to the ringpost, smartly shielding himself from Aphrodisia splattering him with an over-the-ropes-somethingorother. Smart thinking. Except, what if she twirls back in and went running off the opposite ropes and then came flying through the ropes, using them as a swinging board to smack Kevin's head into the ringpost! Oh, fuck, that would hurt!

STANDING 619 TO THE RINGPOST!

Caelan Tyler: OH MY GOODNESS!

Jake Steel: APHRODISIA JORDAN JUST RUINED KEVIN HEAT’S LOVELY FACE!

Caelan Tyler: A taste of his own medicine!

Aphrodisia picks Kevin up and rolls him into the ring before clambering up onto the apron. She climbs up the ropes and quickly leaps off with a legdrop!

Jake Steel: Fair enough, that was pretty cool…

1

2

NO! KICKOUT WITH AUTHORITY!

Jordan attempts to hook Kevin’s arms again, but Heat is able to slip out and onto Aph’s shoulders as she rose. But Kevin doesn’t quite slip off the shoulders, as Aphrodisia quickly counters his counter with an inverted neckbreaker!

Caelan Tyler: What a move!

In the ring Jordan backs up, before running at Heat’s body and dropping an elbow across his chest.

1

2

NO! SHOULDER UP!

Caelan Tyler: So close!

Aphrodisia wastes little time in dragging Kevin over towards the ropes. She leaps to the top… 450 SPLASH!

Caelan Tyler: She’s done it! The champion is on Dream Street!

Jake Steel: C’mon Kevin, don’t let me down!

1

2

3?

NO!

And the arena groans in unison as Kevin, somehow, has kicked out at 2.99999999999. Aphrodisia, who has done a good job of staying focused so far, even looked to the ref with a little disappointment.

Caelan Tyler: That was SO close!

Jake Steel: FAR too close for my liking!

Caelan Tyler: Kevin Heat is on the brink though! If Jordan can hit another big move, surely the title will be hers!

Jordan jumped up and pulled Heat up with her. She licked his cheek…

Jake Steel: Uh-oh, you know what this means…

Caelan Tyler: She’s lining him up for the French Kiss!

However Kevin’s eyes suddenly flicker to life… he nails Jordan with a STIFF DDT!

Caelan Tyler: WOW!

With the life sapped from both competitors the referee begins to count…

1

2

3

Jordan begins to stir.

4

5

6

7

8

Kevin flips back up! Noticing his opponent’s movements he suddenly launches himself in her direction and kicks her in the side of the head! Aph yells with pain as Heat begins to stomp away on her back, before hauling her up and whipping her into the turnbuckles. Kevin remains standing in the centre of the ring, setting her up for a superkick…

Jake Steel: Now Kevin’s gonna show this goth bitch how it’s REALLY done!

Caelan Tyler: Has he got enough left in the tank though!?!

Groggy, Jordan stumbles towards Kevin blindly, and gets superkicked in the chest for her troubles!

Jake Steel: HEARTBURN!

Caelan Tyler: WHAT IMPACT!

Jake Steel: The Baltimore Brand must be coming next!

Caelan Tyler: Jordan’s chances of winning this just got SLASHED!

Instead of seizing the moment, Heat takes the opportunity to turn to the fans. He raises one arm in the air defiantly, only to be jeered back at. Heat pulls his opponent up and locks her in a side headlock…

Caelan Tyler: It’s over now, surely…

Jake Steel: Thank Goodness! End her, Kevin!

… but somehow Aphrodisia manages to push him off! DROPKICK TO THE JAW OF HEAT!

Caelan Tyler: WOW!

Jake Steel: GAH!?!

Caelan Tyler: WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM!?!

Jake Steel: EXACTLY!

Caelan Tyler: He wasted too much time taunting the crowd, and now he could pay…

Like a flash of lightning Jordan leaps up onto the top rope… and flies off with a 630 splash! She makes the cover…

1

2

3!!!

Caelan Tyler: IT’S OVER!

Jake Steel: NOOOOOOOOOO!

Caelan Tyler: New Legacy champion!

Children of Bodom begins to play throughout the arena as the referee drags the groggy Jordan to her feet, handing her the Legacy championship!

Caelan Tyler: What an upset!

Zach King: Ladies and Gentlemen… here is your winner, and the NEW NLW LEGACY CHAMPION… APHRODISIA JORDAN!

Caelan Tyler: We’re outta time folks, join us next time!

The scene fades with Aphrodisia holding up her newly won NLW Legacy Championship.