Harvey Danger is seen walking down the hallway, grumbling about nothing in particular when he comes to the locker room area, where 'Harvey Danish' adorns the door in haphazardly scribbled sharpie. Shaking his head, Harvey pushes the door open, and stops dead in his tracks at what he sees.

Harvey Danger: ...What the hell...?

Sitting in the center of the room is a bright pink leather couch with a bow on top, and on the couch itself is a see-through plastic bag. The camera zooms in to reveal that it's filled with things like Herbal Essences shampoo, conditioners, and other self-grooming products. There is also a note attached, with 'Harvey' written on it. Cautiously Harvey approaches the couch, pulling the note off and reading it out loud.

Harvey Danger: 'Dear Harvey, just thought I'd give you a present for being a runner up tonight. See, sometimes being second best does have perks! Signed Lindsey'.

A look of anger crosses Harvey's face as Murrr the janitor enters the room, sweeping. Harvey quickly grabs the bag, chucking it into a nearby wall, causing soap to explode everywhere.

Murrr: ...Dude, you're cleaning that up, not me.

Harvey stares in disbelief at Murrr as the janitor leaves the room. Harvey then slouches down onto the couch.

Harvey Danger: No respect...

'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, followed by images of the last Uprising, where Harvey Danger won his in-ring debut against Sam Lampshade. Archangel took down the debuting Street Shark with the help of a chair while the new NLW Champion Aphrodisia defeating Josh Allen in a non-title match, with Allen's knee getting hurt in the process. A Legacy Championship mini-tournament also took place, with Draco defeating Jackson and The Phoenix overcoming Cade McCaffrey only to be attacked by Vincent Kane! The night ended with The Ice Man retaining his Anarchy X Championship in a brutal bout against The Black Phoenix! The scene cuts to ringside, with Jake Steel and Caelan Tyler.

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome to Uprising, and man do we have an action-packed show tonight!

Jake Steel: Maybe.

Caelan Tyler: No 'maybe's' about it Jake, we have a triple threat match between Harvey Danger, Lindsey Lewis and Emily Cyrus, we have Archangel facing The Ice Man, we have Vincent Kane facing Street Shark and Aphrodisia facing The Black Phoenix...

Jake Steel: WHOO crazy bitch abuse!

Caelan Tyler: And for the main event we have Draco taking on The Phoenix to determine the new NLW Legacy Champion.

Jake Steel: Bah, just hand Draco the title now and be done with it, the King of Choke will blow it again.

Caelan Tyler: We'll see about that...

the camera pans out, and two wrestlers who have yet to be seen on NLW are in the ring. Both men are skinny looking and one is wearing yellow tights and the other is wearing purple tights.

Jake Steel: Well, for once we got two people in the ring who actually make Harvey Dangerfield look like he�s worth a damn.

Caelan Tyler: Tonight in a show of goodwill NLW has decided to give to local talents a chance to earn a spot on the NLW roster. What a great display by the NLW management!

Jake Steel: So what do we got? Generic dude number 1, and generic name number 2?

Before Caelan can give an answer the bell sounds and the match is under way as both men surprise the audience by quickly hooking up. The man in yellow delivers a beautiful arm drag to the man in purple. The crowd politely applauds the surprisingly well executed move as they lock up again. This time the man in purple responds with his very own arm drag and gets polite applause as both no names have shown they do indeed have some talent. Now they lock up again. The man in purple puts the man in yellow in a headlock...

Caelan Tyler: I have been informed the man in purple is called Ryan Ladwig. The Man in yellow is Matt Hand.

Ryan Ladwig wrenches in the head lock as Matt Hand backs him into the ropes and throws him into the opposite ropes. Ryan Ladwig bounces off and takes Matt down with a shoulder tackle. Ryan runs into the ropes again... Matt leap frogs over him... Matt drops down as Ryan jumps over him. He gets up and hiptosses Ryan who gets up in town to catch Matt charging at him with a hip toss of his own. Matt gets up and they both go for a double drop kick and they are at a stand still as the crowd applauds their efforts...

Jake Steel: BORRRRINNNNGGGGGGGG!

Caelan Tyler: THE CROWD DISAGREES AND SO DO I! The guys obviously have talent. In fact I've been told to plug and remind everyone in a few weeks we will be having our annual NLW tag tourney! Maybe these two could consider teaming up since they have even skill sets it seems.

Jake Steel: Sure they can be called the Generic/Mundane Connection!!!

Matt and Ryan lock up as Matt is able to body slam Ryan. Matt bends down to perform another hold but Ryan is able to get his feet up and kick Matt away knocking him down. They both get up but Ryan grabs Matt in a headlock and flips him down on the mat as a commotion is happening in the crowd. The camera switches angle to see what is going on as two men with confederate flag shirts have hoped over the railing and slide into the ring just as Matt has wiggled out of the headlock. Matt stands up in time to get hit by a VICIOUS LARIAT by one of the men. His jaw is visibly dislocated as the ground groans in union. Meanwhile the other man has begun deliver punches into the face of Ryan as he has him trapped in the corner. The crowd is going rabid over this turn of events. Ryan's face is busted open as the man brings him to the middle of the ring and puts him in a front face lock. The man who performed the Lariat raises his hands in the air as the other man delivers a vicious DDT that knocks Ryan out cold upon impact!!! Matt meanwhile is rolling around with his dislocated jaw screaming loudly that causes people in the front row to feel much discomfort. The crowd begins to scream in panic though as the two guys in confederate flag shirts begin to violently lay the boots on Matt's dislocated jaw doing even more damage.

Jake Steel: HELLS YES THIS IS MORE LIKE! THIS IS WHAT NLW NEEDS! THIS IS INTERESTING!

Caelan Tyler: INTERESTING? THIS IS A MUGGING! THIS SHOULD NOT BE TOLERATED! MATT HAND NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION! ARE THESE FANS? ARE THEY DRUNK! WHO ARE THEY!!!

Both men pick Matt up and unceremoniously throw him over the top rope. They turn their attention to Ryan who is slowly trying to get on his knees and shake the cob webs out of the DDT. The man who delivered the DDT begins to stomp on his head as the crowd is now getting frantic at the assault they are witnessing. The Man who delivered the Lariat is now standing on the second turnbuckle as the other man lifts Ryan up and puts him into a tombstone position. The crowd stands and stirs as they begin to realize what is coming...

Caelan Tyler: NO...

Jake Steel: YES!!!! SPIKED TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! I HAVEN'T SEEN THAT IN AGES! THAT'LL END YOUR CAREER!!! Wait? Charisma Finch is actually getting into the ring? Is she going to try to interview these guys? This is going to be good!!!

Charisma Finch enters the ring just as the two guys in confederate shirts throw Ryan out of the ring. Medics are rushing to the outside to attend to Ryan and Matt as Charisma very nervously approaches both men. She in maybe not the wisest decision approaches the taller of the two men.

Charisma Finch: Um like, was there any meaning to this... was it called fo... AGHHH!!!

Charisma screams as the man spits a huge wad of tobacco in her face causing her to drop the microphone and roll out of the ring screaming and gagging as the crowd is really booing. The shorter man who had delivered the DDT picks up the microphone and gets a half smile on his face.

C.W Buford: In the South we have no time for nosey women who refuse to mind their own business missy. Now get in the back and let THE MEN handle the business at hand!

Charisma who is covered in tobacco and has tears going down her face runs to the back as the crowd is booing. C.W Buford stands in the middle of the ring as the other taller man paces back and forth.

C.W Buford: We're wearing confederate colors... the colors of Southern Pride and yet you... Our fellow Southerners boo us? YOU SHOULD BE PROUD of what you just seen. We just showed you what a proper ass whoopin' should look like. None of this arm dragging, hip tossing B.S. We stomped, we punched, we busted some noses, and we even dislocated a jaw to boot. THAT is how you do it in the wrestling ring. I'm C.W Buford. This man before me who throws the most VICIOUS Lariat in the game... Is my friend and my tag team partner T.W Haywood. We have come here to announce our entry in NLW's Tag Tourney. We are from God's Country... The South.... BORN AND RAISED BY THE GRACE OF GOD!

Despite being in front of a Southern audience they are getting highly booed, despite a few smattering of cheers.

C.W Buford: You boo? You boo 'cause you are ashamed of your heritage? Or maybe you think we don't represent your heritage. We represent the take no B.S, make no excuses, we are who we are and we're proud of it persona that any respectful Southern Man should carry. We don't say we're going to do something... we say we're going to do something and then we do... And hell just cause it's fun. We're looking for a good time. We ain't looking to share no good time mind you. We're here to have one at the expense of others. What we just did down there is nothing. They were just two nobodies who don't deserve to grace a wrestling ring. All that polite sportsmanship I respect you and you respect me back and forth... such bull hockey! Me and T.W! We are Southern Comfort. THE SOUTH IS GOING TO DO IT AGAIN and we are going to do it at the expense... of the NLW Roster!

T.W Haywood comes over and grabs the microphone from C.W Buford to make a few comments.

T.W Haywood: Did you all see what I did to that no named punk? That no named no good nancy boy. I gave him a shot of my white lightening you see. . . and it caused his jaw to go out of whack. That ain't my fault if he can't handle it. I look at NLW, I see nancy boys, I see women, I see a whole lot of hooey. Ain't none of you man enough, strong enough, Southern BY THE GRACE OF GOD enough to handle a shot of my white lightening. Come get yourselves a taste boys... and I guarantee it's going to knock you out of your shoes! To all you so called Southern Wrestling Fans that boo us... we'll show you... you'll see. We are what the SOUTH IS ALL ABOUT. We are the Southern Man personified... and the NLW can just kiss our grits cause we're going to break noses, dislocate jaws, and take those tag trophies home to add them to our collection. THIS DOG WILL HUNT!

T.W Haywood throws the microphone down as he and C.W Buford raises their hands as the huge majority of the crowd boos them drowning out whatever small smattering of cheers there could've been.

Caelan Tyler: Well it looks like we have our first official entrants into the NLW Tag Team tournament.

Caelan Tyler: I like their style!

The scene switches to backstage where Charisma Finch is standing by with Lindsey Lewis, who is grinning from ear to ear. Charisma's make-up has run a bit from what happened in the ring before, and she looks none too pleased.

Charisma Finch: I'm here with NLW newcomer Lindsey Lewis, also known as 'Hellcat'. She has already gotten the ball rolling on mixing it up with established workers with what we just saw with Harvey Danish.

Lindsey laughs.

Lindsey Lewis: Well, I saw that his couch needed to be replaced, so I thought I'd do a good deed since I had the extra cash lying around. The soaps and shampoo should help him groom himself a bit better in the future too.

Charisma just stares at her, as if expecting more.

Charisma Finch: So, uh, coming up next, you face Danish along with Emily Cyrus. What are your thoughts?

Lindsey Lewis: Well, honestly, looks like Joan Sullivan decided to start me out with an easy one. Emily seems harmless, and the only thing dangerous about Harvey is his smell. If I don't fall unconscious from being around him, it'll be simply to cut him down and choke him out.

Charisma Finch: Confidence is a good thing. Still, your reputation precedes you and you are already looked down upon by some on the roster.

Lindsey Lewis: Reputation?

Charisma Finch: Of course. I think they call you the mistress of murder. Some say you're poison, that death follows you wherever you go. Something about your brother getting murdered and some girl committing suicide. They say...

Before she can say another word, an angry look comes across Lindsey's face, and she shoves Charisma as hard as she can... sending her into the wall hard as if a heavyweight had done it. Charisma drops to the ground shaken and probably a little hurt, though Lindsey wastes no more time and starts screaming.

Lindsey Lewis: Listen, bitch, I came to NLW to get away from the shitstorm that is my past! The only things dangerous about me are pissing me off and getting in the ring with me! You're lucky you're just some backstage bimbo or I'd send you right to the hospital. As it stands, I think it's time I go out to that ring and send Emily and Harvey instead!

With that, Lindsey storms off, leaving Charisma hurt on the floor. At least she does not seem too terribly injured, though.

Caelan Tyler: Poor Charisma, this has just not been her night.

Jake Steel: Ha stupid blonde!

'Breakdown' by Seether hits as Emily Cyrus makes her way to the ring.

Zach King: The following is a triple threat match and it's scheduled for one fall... Making her way to the ring first, from Woodstock, New York... EMILY CYRUS!

Caelan Tyler: This should be an interesting match, with two newcomers taking on Harvey Danger.

Jake Steel: Who?

Caelan Tyler: ...Harvey Danger?

Jake Steel: Dunno him.

The lights dim and fade to red as 'Pieces' by Dark New Day begins to play. Lindsey Lewis walks onto the ramp with her head down as smoke surrounds her feet. She is wearing a cargo vest over a black tube top and baggy cargo shorts over black tights, as well as knee-high black heeled boots. Red pyro erupts around her as she looks up, her eyes trained on the ring. The fans make some noise as she holds out her hands and looks around with a half-smile. With that, she makes her way down to the ring. Once there, she hops up onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over it into the ring gracefully, getting a slightly bigger reaction from the crowd. With that, she climbs one of the turnbuckles and holds out her hands again as she looks around at the fans.

Zach King: Now coming to the ring, from New York City, New York... Weighing in tonight at 146 pounds... 'HELLCAT' LINDSEY LEWIS!

Caelan Tyler: The second of two newcomers debuting, Lindsey left an... interesting care package for Harvey before attacking Charisma in the back.

Jake Steel: Who?

Caelan Tyler: You know who Harvey is!

Jake Steel: No I was talking about this chick, I don't know these two.

Caelan Tyler: Ugh...

The arena lights go dim, and a hush falls over the crowd. A voice squeaks out over the quietness. 'I am the man!' It's Harvey Danger. He quickly coughs and now in a false manly voice 'I AM THE MAN!' A few fans stand to clap and cheer; some whip out their phones and begin texting out of boredom. Most of the fans head for the restroom or concession stand. The lights begin to brighten and Harvey Danger trips over the threshold coming through the curtain. He turns and yells something at no one in particular and heads for the ring as the opening chords of 'No Rain' by Blind Melon start up. Harvey bobs and walks in time with its corny upbeat tune. He rolls under the ring and waves at the crowd before sulking off to his corner.

Zach King: And the final participant in the match, from New York, New York... Weighing in at 215 pounds... HARVEY DANGER!

Caelan Tyler: Well the fans, uh, showing their respect for Harvey...

Jake Steel: They know the score, quit trying to front like people care about this.

Caelan Tyler: ...

The bell sounds with all three combatants in the ring each eye each other waiting for one of the other two to make the first move. Emily Cyrus is the first to advance and goes for a clothesline in Lindsey Lewis. Cyrus misses her attack and gets a hard knife edge chop from the waiting Harvey Danger.

WOOOOO!

Caelan Tyler: Cyrus' attempt at starting things off here backfired on her as Harvey decided to show signs of Ric Flair there.

Jake Steel: You mean shades of Titan 3?

Caelan Tyler: Titan 3 never used knife-edged chops...

Jake Steel: Dude, it was Titan 3, he could do any move ever, period.

Caelan Tyler: I'm going to call BS on that....

Lewis grabs Danger from behind looking for a neckbreaker. Harvey spins out of her grasp and sends a knee into her gut. Lewis stumbles back against the ropes. Danger gets a running start off the adjacent ropes and jumps hitting Lindsey in the side of the head with a jumping knee strike. Lindsey falls part in the ring, part out of the ring, and nearly unconscious. Danger goes to play to the crowd, but finds most of the seats empty. Confucius say concessions and bathroom make Harvey Danger wrestle to empty arena.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey with a high impact move that... no one saw.

Jake Steel: No one who cares anyways.

Caelan Tyler: What about you?

Jake Steel: I got better things to do, like win the NLW title with Titan 3 on this game.

Caelan Tyler: You're still playing that?

Jake Steel: Yeah, damn cheating computer made The Phoenix NLW Champion. No basis in reality in these things, I swear...

Cyrus is back up to her feet and locks up with Harvey. Danger easily gets the advantage and backs Cyrus into the corner. No, Cyrus puts her foot on the turnbuckle. Then another! She pushes off and headbutts Danger in the face sending both down to the mat. Cyrus gets back to her feet while Danger is slow to get up. Harvey on his hands and knees. Cyrus jumps up. Connects with a scissor kick that echoes throughout the arena. Cyrus goes for the pin.

1!

2!

3�No! Broken up by Lindsey!

Caelan Tyler: Cyrus went for the pin there, but Lindsey was having none on that.

Jake Steel: Damnit! The Phoenix kicked out on here.

Caelan Tyler: Jake pay attention and do your job!

Jake Steel: Make me!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Lewis and Cyrus are up to their feet. Each firing punch after punch trying to get the advantage. Neither letting the other gain an inch. Lewis blocks a punch. Cyrus ducks the next! Both connect with a right hook! The crowd is loving the action in the ring! Danger gets back to his feet as the femme fatales are ready for round two! He is motioning for them to bring it! They shrug and do just that!

Caelan Tyler: The two ladies in the ring were exchanging blows, but now Harvey's decided to interject.

Jake Steel: Sorry man, still trying to beat The Phoenix on here. I'd like to know who cranked the difficulty up on this.

Danger is able to duck the two punches. He turns and chop blocks Lindsey. Cyrus sees and opening and hits a stiff boot to Lewis' face as she goes down. Danger gets to his feet the same time as Cyrus. Cyrus throws a kick, but danger uses his knee to block it. He throws another hard knife edge chop that is echoed throughout the arena.

WOOOOO!

Caelan Tyler: More hard chops by Harvey.

Jake Steel: You know that's probably the closest he'll ever come.

Caelan Tyler: Ever come to what?

Jake Steel: Touching a boob.

Caelan Tyler: Oh brother.

Emily Cyrus tries to get away from Harvey, but showing the Danger Danish your back is never a smart move. Grabbing her hair, Danger pulls her back into a hard elbow shot. Cyrus stumbles forward catching herself on the turnbuckles. Danger throws a few forearm shots into the back of Cyrus before throwing her up on the turnbuckle facing the crowd. Danger grabs her head and jumps backwards hitting a vicious second rope reverse DDT! Cyrus is out! He goes for the pin!

Caelan Tyler: Pin attempt by Harvey!

Jake Steel: And that's the closest he'll ever...

Caelan Tyler: Don't even finish that sentence Jake.

Before the referee can even make a cover, Lewis comes over and hits a running kick to the side of Danger's head. Lewis pulls Doc Danish to his feet and looks to be sitting up with a devastating kick. Danger sees it coming using his Dangah sense. Danger goes on the attack and throws Lewis into the ropes. Lewis bounces back and Danger is ready. Harvey hits a high elevated back body drop. Cyrus gets to her knees and sees what is going on. Somehow, Lewis spins through the move and lands with her legs wrapped around Cyrus' head. Lewis throws herself backwards hitting a frankensteiner.

Caelan Tyler: Lindsey with a big move on Cyrus with that frankensteiner!

Jake Steel: Damnit I pressed A! How did I not grab the ropes in time?

Caelan Tyler: Jake pay attention!

Harvey watches as Lewis goes for the pin with a look of shock. His Dangah sense did not see that coming.

1!

2!

3...NO! Harvey snapped to and pulled Lewis off of Cyrus.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey able to break up the pin there.

Jake Steel: Damn is this match still going?

Caelan Tyler: ...Yes Jake.

Jake Steel: Well I'll be.

Harvey starts laying in the boots to Lewis keeping her grounded. Danger focuses on her legs. Boot after boot. Lewis tries to push away, but Harvey continues to punish the legs. Lewis tries to swing at Harvey. Harvey easily swats her arm away. Lewis tries again! This time she grabs Harvey and pulls him down for the pin!

1!

Kickout!

Caelan Tyler: Quick pin attempt by Lindsey there, but no good.

Jake Steel: Well it's now obvious Harvey prefers to be on top...

Caelan Tyler: Kids watch this Jake.

Jake Steel: Not my problem.

Harvey is obviously frustrated and quickly gets to his feet. Lewis is pulled up to her feet and is favoring her leg. Harvey hits swift low kick to her leg. Lindsey falls onto the ropes clutching them to stay on her feet. Harvey hits another harder kick. Lewis is still on her feet. Harvey grabs the damaged leg and puts it on the top rope stretching it out. Harvey grabs the middle rope tying her leg up between the top and middle rope.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey working over Lindsey's leg here.

Jake Steel: Good, just get this over with, I don't like leaving this game on pause, fucks with my rhythm.

Cyrus is up and grabs Harvey from behind. She tries to hit a reverse DDT, but Harvey powers out of it and reverses the positioning. Harvey lifts Cyrus up and over his head in the same position for an Ozaka Street Cutter. Cyrus comes down hard stomach first on the trapped Lewis' leg! The crowd roars... well makes some noise since most of it is still missing... for the creative violence by Harvey Danish. Harvey goes for the pin.

1!

2!

NO! Some how! Some way! Emily Cyrus kicked out!

Caelan Tyler: Cyrus with her shoulder up! I'm shocked she's still in this with the beat she's taken.

Jake Steel: So Harvey likes to ab...

Caelan Tyler: SHUT UP ABOUT THAT JAKE!

Harvey is irate. He looks at Cyrus then to the referee then to the empty seats. Danger looks down at Lindsey still clutching her leg in pain. He slides down going for a pin on her now.

1!

2!

3!...NO! The referee's hand never came down for the three count! Lewis kicked out!

Caelan Tyler: Harvey is getting frustrated now, he can't seem to get the pin on either woman.

Jake Steel: Harvey has no luck with the ladies.

Caelan Tyler: Ugh.

The Dangah Man is getting no respect. NO RESPECT! He will get respect! Harvey Danish grabs Lindsey and picks her up. Kick to the gut! Lindsey is hunched over! Harvey is setting up for the Danger DDT! Coming to life, Lindsey shoves Harvey off and into the ropes. Harvey barrels back straight into Lindsey. Lewis is ready through. She grabs Harvey's head and jumps hitting the Angel Cutter! Harvey hits with enough impact to fall out of the ring!

Caelan Tyler: Angel Cutter! Harvey looks out!

Jake Steel: Damn man, shouldn't let them bitches treat you like that. Keep your pimp hand strong friend.

Caelan Tyler: ...Go back to your game Jake.

Lindsey is down favoring her leg. She crawls over to Cyrus who is still down. She grabs her locking in a rear naked choke. Cyrus is out of it. The referee checks her hands, but there is no response. The referee quickly calls for the bell signifying Lindsey as the winner.

Zach King: Here is your winner... 'HELLCAT' LINDSEY LEWIS!

Caelan Tyler: And Lindsey pulled it out, winning her debut match here in NLW!

Jake Steel: Yes! I finally did it! Titan 3 is the new NLW Champion! WHOOOO!

Caelan Tyler: ...That's nice Jake...

Harvey Danger is just getting up on the outside hitting the ring in frustration that he couldn't close the deal in this match. Lewis can't put any pressure on her leg as she is helped to the backstage after her victory.

Darkness fills the screen, adjusting slowly to reveal a man, cloaked in shadows, sitting outside on the loading dock behind the arena. A pinprick of light appears, the flickering unsteady flame of a lighter, held in a hand that is trembling slightly. The flame touches to the tip of a cigarette, and the intake of breath illuminates the features of the man holding the lighter, painting them in an orange, demonic glow. Brad Jackson- and he doesn't look happy.

Jackson: I'm suspended for the night. Yeah, because I was FUCKED over in the ring, by that asshole Draco, and demanded a little respect from the official- I'm unwelcome. I'm not deaf. I'm not blind. I'm sure as hell not monumentally stupid, so why... tell me why in the hell you people expect me to just bend over and take this? Yeah, this is shit, and I'm so past the point of caring, it's not even funny.

Another intake of breath, the ember glows and lights the features, revealing the twitch in his jaw as he grinds his back teeth together. A single light flickers on above him, drawing his attention for a moment. Sitting with his back to the wall, he is revealed fully, dressed casually in a black Bad Religion hoodie, the crossbuster on the breast barely visible in the gloom. It is partially unzipped, just enough to reveal his bare chest; sleeves are pushed up, revealing deeply tanned and tattooed forearms. His eyes are charged with a restless energy, like the calm before a storm. Lightning seems to crackle in that knowing gaze as he looks in the camera, the smile stretching wider, growing more predatory. He looks pumped, ready, determined- if not for the fact that he isn't even supposed to be here tonight.

Jackson: This is what I have to contend with. Screwjobs. Corporate politics and bullshit. Fuck that noise. Furthermore, fuck each and every one of you that supports that nonsense.

Bitter laughter accompanies the smoke, the cigarette bobbing between lips that curve into a derisive smile.

Jackson: See, here's the thing. I don't take kindly to getting fucked over. I will NOT stand for that. Go ahead and roll your eyes, chalk that up to more of my endless bullshit. I know, I'm the Antichrist of wrestling, and everywhere I go doom follows. I ruin things. I steal spotlights. I'm a glory hog, and a title grubbing bastard. That's all I want. I hear this shit all the time, and it's tedious. Things need to change. I'm not talking about some paradigm shift- or some fucked up marketing ploys. I'm talking about some good ol' fashioned, ego-breaking, ass kicking douchebaggery. Courtesy of yours truly. Dark times, friends� dark times. A new era began when The Machine signed on with NLW. An awakening, if you will. Rebirth. Epiphany.

He hops down from his perch, flicking the cigarette into the shadows. Somewhere in the distance the crowd roars, music thumping through the concrete wall he's leaning against.

Jackson: You don't know me. Don't try with this supposition crap. What you see is what you get. No secrets. No clandestine deep throat meetings in back offices. No political shit. No five-year-old temper tantrums to get my way. I don't play that. I tell you how it is. I am a wrestler, not a politician. I am an innovator of agony. I'm from the Windy City, where hardcore is a way of life. I am no yes-man, dick sucker. I am a rebel, through and through. So, if you don't like that...

He grins, laughing softly to himself before raising his right hand, extending his middle finger.

Jackson: I'm sure you can figure out where I was going with that. I am not your fall guy. I will not be your mid card filler. I will rise to the top. Not because I sucked cock to get there, not because of my celebrated eleven years in this business. Not because of my history with half of the current roster. Because that's where I will bust my ass to get. Tenacity. Work ethic. You say I don't deserve this? That I'm some usurper who doesn't know his place? Yeah. Go ahead, it's your opinion, and you're entitled to think whatever in the hell you want. I can't change that, just like I can't force you to think for yourself. You can't weed out stupid, unfortunately.

Jackson smiles, more a sarcastic leer than anything else as he leans in for the kill, driving the point home with that steady, intense glare. He shakes his head, his voice trembling with unchecked emotion, the words laced with venom.

Jackson: So, why am I here? Tonight? Standing outside this arena? Simple. Somebody asked me to be.

He laughs mockingly, pushing off from the wall, and leaving the camera behind as he crosses to an unmarked door, pulling it open and slipping inside.

Caelan Tyler: Well Jackson's made his feelings known about Joan Sullivan's actions regarding his one show suspension.

Jake Steel: I hope someone gets hurt. Just not Joan, she's hot. Hurt like, say... Harvey!

Caelan Tyler: ...Why Harvey?

Jake Steel: Harvey's the best scapegoat ever! No one cares ever, he gets no respect!

Caelan Tyler: ...No comment.

The Guitars start and Def Leppard's Animal hits, The crowd go absolutely nuts as the massive Street Shark appears! He stands at the top of the ramp, saluting the fans with his trademark rock hand gesture and runs to the ring. He walks to the far turnbuckle and jumps up, once again saluting the fans. He jumps down, removes his long coat and prepares for action!

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Glasgow, Scotland... Weighing in at 317 pounds... STREET SHARK!

Caelan Tyler: Fans are on their feet here for Street Shark, who's coming off of a loss to Archangel, although it took the use of a chair to put Shark down.

Jake Steel: Bah! Get the damn foreigners out of my ring!

Caelan Tyler: ...Your ring Jake?

Jake Steel: Look, I'm an American, I don't care about the Mexican guy or the Japanese guy, I want to see the Americans wrestle.

Caelan Tyler: Spoken like a true Russoian.

Jake Steel: ...A what now?

Caelan Tyler: ...Nevermind.

The lights dim and a red hue drapes over the arena. The drums of 'London Gospel' by Wisdom in Chains can be heard faintly for a moment, until the song begins and the hate and anger pours from the PA system. The crowd is silenced, or so it seems from the deafening roar of the lyrical massacre.

The red spotlight moves from panning the crowd to the entrance of the ramp, where Vincent Kane steps out from the back, his arms raised in the air, fists clenched, and moving down the ramp in a pretty quick fashion. The fan's reaction is still silenced by the music and it's impossible to tell if they love or hate the man. However, he acknowledges them, trying to get them into the moment.

Once he steps through the ropes the music dies down, and you can finally hear the mix of cheers and boo's from the crowd. Vincent just smiles faintly as he steps to his corner and props himself against the turnbuckle.

Zach King: And his opponent, residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... Weighing in at 200 Pounds... VINCENT KANE!

Caelan Tyler: This is Vincent Kane's debut match here in NLW, although he's been quite successful in other places in his career.

Jake Steel: Other places don't count for shit here, lets see some abuse!

Caelan Tyler: Is that all you care about Jake, abuse?

Jake Steel: At work yes.

The bell sounds and both men are still in their corner. Street Shark is leaning against the turnbuckle with a smirk plastered across his face. Vincent Kane is watching Street Shark and examining his opponent, sizing up his strengths and weaknesses. Street Shark pushes off of the corner and walks towards the center of the ring. Vincent Kane follows the lead never taking his eyes from Street Shark.

Caelan Tyler: Both men about to lock up in the center of the ring.

Jake Steel: Damn no abuse yet? This is taking too long!

Street Shark motions for Vincent Kane to make the first attack. Kane obliges and floats behind Shark kicking his knee out. Shark drops to his knees and Kane reaches around putting him in a chokehold submission. Street Shark begins to fight back as his face turns red. Elbows to the ribs eventually loosen the grip Kane has, but doesn't break it. Shark grabs Kane's head and drops to his stomach hitting a snap mare. The crowd cheers the back and forth action of the two as they rise to their feet. Street Shark smirking and holding his throat while Kane is rubbing his ribs from the powerful shots.

Caelan Tyler: Surprising use of technical moves there by Street Shark to get Vincent Kane of his back.

Jake Steel: Gotta shake the things off your back somehow. Me, I like the sauce.

Caelan Tyler: ...It all makes sense now.

The action starts right up again. Street Shark rushes his opponent looking for a knee to the gut. Vincent Kane brings his own knee up to block. Shark tries to run over Vincent with a clothesline. Kane ducks it and Shark turns around. Kane fires a kick. Shark grabs his foot and shakes his head in a tsk tsk motion. Throwing his leg up, Shark forces Kane up into the air flipping. Kane lands on his feet to the shock of Shark. Shark lets loose a right hook. Kane ducks underneath it and gets behind Shark. Shark turns around and is met with a vicious high kick.

Caelan Tyler: Kane using a series of strikes in order to wear down the bigger man, although so far it doesn't seem to be working.

Jake Steel: Well I'm liking his style so far, but needs more...

Caelan Tyler: Abuse. Yes we know.

Jake Steel: Actually I was going to say finesse.

Caelan Tyler: ...Liar.

The fans are on their feet as Shark drops to his hands and knees shaking the cobwebs. Vincent Kane doesn't notice at all, his eyes are focused on his downed opponent. Kane jumps up driving his knee into Street Shark's neck. Shark is laying face down on the mat. He moves down next to Shark trying to put in a crossface submission hold. Shark is fighting it. He is wiggling and eventually reaches the ropes. The referee forces Kane to break the hold.

Caelan Tyler: Kane went for his finisher to try to finish this, but Shark was able to grab the ropes before he could.

Jake Steel: Come on Kane, keep being vicious! I want abuse!

Caelan Tyler: I don't think he's listening Jake.

Jake Steel: A-B-U-S-E!

Kane keeps pressing the attack, not giving Shark a moment to breath. Shark is up to his knees and using the ropes to help. Kane charges looking for a hard knee strike. Shark falls down clutching the top rope to low bridge Kane. Kane tumbles end over end and lands chest first on the outside. Shark follows after him.

Caelan Tyler: The match is spilling to the outside now.

Jake Steel: Yes! Good things always happen at ringside!

Street Shark picks up Vincent Kane and throws him against the guardrail. He then rams his shoulder repeatedly into his gut. The referee begins his count.

1!

Street Shark continues his assault. Throwing right after right until Vincent Kane falls to the ground against the guardrail Shark then grabs a beer from a fan.

2!

Shark then proceeds to down the beer while Vincent Kane is sitting there. With the half empty cup, Shark dumps it on Vincent Kane and slams the plastic cup on his head for more insult than actual injury.

3!

Caelan Tyler: Shark drinking a toast to the beatdown he's putting on Kane here!

Jake Steel: What a waste of a perfectly good beer...

Caelan Tyler: Get over it Jake.

Jake Steel: Never! That beer must be avenged!

The crowd is eating up Shark's antics and only making him ham it up. He grabs a Vincent Kane sign ripping it up.

4!

He finds a sign with his name on it and mouths off to Vincent Kane, who is looking a bit better after his beer bath.

5!

Vincent Kane springs up, but Street Shark drops the sign and headbutts him back against the guard rail. He grabs him by the neck and spins around throwing Kane straight into the guardrail face first. Vincent falls down like a sack of bricks.

Caelan Tyler: Ouch! Looks like the caber toss has come in handy here.

Jake Steel: The what?

Caelan Tyler: Caber toss.

Jake Steel: What the hell is that?

Caelan Tyler: You've never heard of the Highland Games?

Jake Steel: ...The what?

Caelan Tyler: I give up.

6!

Shark is getting back in the ring and Vincent Kane isn't moving at all. The fans are cheering on Shark as he leans against the turnbuckle patting himself on the back, literally.

7!

Vincent Kane is finally moving. His face is covered in blood from where he connected with the guard rail. He is slow moving and uneasy on his legs.

8!

He reaches the ring apron and Street Shark goes to kick him down, but Vincent springs to life. It was a possum act. He grabs Shark's feet and pulls him through the middle and bottom rope. Kane jumps up to the apron ending the count and jumps over the top rope hitting a hard double stomp on Shark's chest.

Caelan Tyler: Kane is now bloodied from that trip into the guard rail, but he was quick to get back on the offensive once get got his bearings.

Jake Steel: Yes! Abuse!

Caelan Tyler: Yes Jake, there's blood.

Jake Steel: WHOO!

Kane gets up and sees Shark gasping for air and clutching his chest. He doesn't waste a moments notice as he pounces on Shark. Grabbing the big man's legs he starts to turn him over for a Lion Tamer. Shark fights. Kane is using all his strength. Kane eventually gets the big man over and wrenches back on his legs.

Caelan Tyler: Kane with a lion tamer submission hold on Shark, trying to wear the big man down.

Jake Steel: Seems like the best way to win, make the punk tap!

Caelan Tyler: That's definitely Kane's preferred method of victory, that's for certain.

The referee asks Shark if he wants to quit, but he just shakes his head. He claws at the mat trying to get closer to the ropes. His fingertips are just inches away. Shark screams using his arms to push himself and Kane off the mat. He throws his body forward and grabs he ring ropes. Vincent Kane is told to break the hold, but he just wrenches the hold harder sitting on the back of Street Shark.

Caelan Tyler: Shark managed to get to the ropes, but Kane is refusing to break the hold.

Jake Steel: As he shouldn't! Crank that bitch for all its worth!

Caelan Tyler: He should avoid getting DQed here Jake.

Jake Steel: He's got 5 seconds, I say use them.

1! The referee warns Vincent Kane that this isn't a No-DQ match. There is no reaction. 2! Street Shark is pulling on the ropes. Shaking them. Showing the referee he is supposed to break the hold. 3! The referee is screaming at Kane between counts, but there is no reaction. 4! Vincent Kane finally releases the hold. The referee scolds him as he creates a buffer zone between Kane and Shark.

Caelan Tyler: Kane finally breaking the hold as the referee said.

Jake Steel: That was smart, apply as much pressure as possible, because pressure equals ABUSE!

Kane pulls Street Shark up to his feet and throws him into the ropes. Street Shark comes back and Vincent Kane ducks down. It was too early. Street Shark hits Kane with a kick. Kane pops up holding his chest. Street Shark lunges and grabs Kane. He jumps and lays his body out hitting a vicious Rock Bottom. Shark doesn't move and keeps his arm draped over Kane. The referee drops in place for the pin.

1!

2!

Kickout before the three!

Caelan Tyler: Big sambo suplex by Shark there, but it wasn't enough to keep Kane down for a three count, although moves like that aren't going to be doing Kane any favors.

Jake Steel: ...Well duh.

Caelan Tyler: Just saying is all.

Jake Steel: *Sighs*

Kane is showing his resilience, he may be bleeding, but he won't just die. Shark crawls to his hands and knees holding his back in pain. Kane did a number to him by holding on to that submission hold. Shark gets up to his feet and waits for Kane to get up. Kane gets up and Shark slaps his hand across his throat. Shark lifts up Kane and slams him down in his trademark chokeslam, Shark Bite.

Caelan Tyler: Another high impact move by Shark, and it's looking to me like the blood loss is starting to effect Kane's ability to fight back against the bigger Street Shark.

Jake Steel: Come on, don't let the abuse stop! I need closure!

Shark is holding his back. He can't make the pin. Kane is laying there with a crimson coated face. The referee is watching both men. Neither seem able to continue. Kane is somehow moving. He is trying to get to his feet. The audience is shocked at the abuse this man is taking. Street Shark shakes his head in disbelief. He is going to end this! He runs his thumb across his throat in the cut throat sign.

Caelan Tyler: Shark's calling for it! The Shark Slam!

Jake Steel: NO! That is not the closure I want for this! I want to see some bitch tap out!

Street Shark is still favoring his back, but is muscling through the pain. Shark pulls Vincent Kane up and gets him ready for the Shark Slam. Shark hoists Vincent Kane up for the Jackknife Powerbomb. Kane suddenly springs to life. His blood dripping down on Street Shark as he hammers away on his head. Street Shark nearly falls backwards, but the ropes hold him up. Kane doesn't stop! Shark starts to move forward! Kane pushes off of Street Shark, grabbing his head as he falls hitting a hard face buster.

Caelan Tyler: Great counter there by Kane!

Jake Steel: Yes! Finish it Kane, go for the kill!

Woozy from the blood loss, Kane makes his way over to Street Shark. Shark is face down on the mat Kane tries to lock in his crossface again. This time Street Shark has no where to go. Center of the ring. Where It Ends. No where to go. No end in sight. Street Shark has no choice, but to tap out!

Zach King: Your winner as a result of submission... VINCENT KANE!

Caelan Tyler: Kane did it! Kane made the big man tap for his first victory here in NLW!

Jake Steel: YES! I must say, I've taken a liking to Kane here, he brings the abuse.

Caelan Tyler: I'll say.

Shark is laying in the center of the ring feeling the abuse from the submission expert he just battled with. Vincent Kane walks by himself, albeit woozily, up the ramp. The blood on his face starting to flake off as the cut seems to start clotting.

The camera cuts to the backstage area and Draco is carrying a duffel bag looking for his locker room. Harvey Danger has an ice pack on the back of his neck and walks by Draco muttering to himself. Draco holds out his hand to stop Harvey.

Harvey Danger: I am not in the mood right now!

Draco: Hold on...I know I got in here somewhere.

Draco is searching through his duffel bag and Harvey stands there looking out of curiosity. Draco pulls out a white piece of paper and hands it to Harvey.

Draco: Happy Birthday, man. Didn't see you last week so I held on to it. Oh, and you looked good out there. Tough break.

Harvey Danger: ...

Harvey was left speechless and Draco gave him a pat on the back to excuse himself. He had a match to prepare for. Harvey looked down at the birthday card in his hand and didn't know what to expect. A random wrestler he knew years ago gave him a card? His name was even spelled right on it!

Caelan Tyler: Whoa, this is like the Twilight Zone...

Jake Steel: Yeah, this shit getting too crazy for me...

'Duality' by Slipknot begins to play, the lights dropping low until the main part of the song hits. Spotlights shine down onto the center of the stage, where Archangel stands, head high, staring into the lights. He slowly looks away, before marching down to the ring and sliding under the ropes.

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a non-title contest, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan... Weighing in at 310 pounds... ARCHANGEL!

Caelan Tyler: Archangel is coming off of an impressive win last Uprising against Street Shark, although he's going to have his hands full with this match against the current Anarchy X Champion.

Jake Steel: He's taking on the guy that beat the craziest bitch in NLW, I wouldn't put my money on Archangel, no damn way.

Caelan Tyler: You never know, both men do wrestle a very similar style.

Jake Steel: Still not a bet I'd take.

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, taking the Anarchy X championship off from around his waist and handing it to the referee.


Zach King: And his opponent, from Portland, Oregon... Weighing in at 275 pounds... He is the NLW Anarchy X Champion... THE ICE MAN!

Caelan Tyler: There's our Anarchy X Champion, and he looks pumped for this match.

Jake Steel: This should be a walk in the park after the hell he went through last Uprising.

Caelan Tyler: We'll see Jake...

The bell sounds to begin the match, as both men circle each other. There is a moment's pause before the two lock up, and Ice quickly takes the advantage with a side headlock. Archangel shoves his opponent off, and Ice comes back off the ropes, looking for a shoulder takedown. However, he just bounces off, unable to take the big man off his feet. Undaunted, Ice starts the collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Archangel stops that with a knee to the gut, and a hard forearm blow staggers Ice for a couple of moments.

Caelan Tyler: Archangel off to a good start here, holding his ground against the more experienced Ice Man before taking it to him offensively.

Jake Steel: It's going to take more than being big and strong to upset Ice Man here.

Caelan Tyler: I thought you didn't care for Ice Man?

Jake Steel: Dude's earned my respect, it takes talent to off a crazy bitch.

Another forearm shot nearly takes Ice's head off, and Archangel capitalizes with a scoop slam on the reigning Anarchy X champion. Unhesitant, the Detroit native drops to his knees and blatantly chokes Ice Man, prompting the official to begin the mandatory five count, Archangel breaks on four, sending an evil glare the referee's way before repeating the process a second time.

Caelan Tyler: Archangel pushing his luck here with the referee, which isn't a good idea considering what happened last Uprising when Jackson took advantage of the ref.

Jake Steel: He should just get himself DQed and save himself from the horrific beating Ice Man is going to be dishing out here.

Caelan Tyler: Somehow I don't think he's going to do that Jake.

Jake Steel: Smart man would.

Archangel seems to be confident in the ring, knowing that for the moment he has his opponent in a compromising position. Pulling Ice back to his feet, Archangel hooks the head and arm before lifting him into a textbook delayed vertical suplex...

Caelan Tyler: How long is he going to hold that move?

Jake Steel: Longer than it takes your mom to...

Caelan Tyler: Don't you even finish that sentence.

...and driving Ice hard into the mat with the high-impact maneuver! Archangel rolls onto his knees, and puts the lateral press on for the first cover of the match.

1

2

No, too early as Ice gets the shoulder up in time!

Caelan Tyler: Archangel has been dominant in the early going here, but it wasn't enough to keep Ice Man down for a 3 count.

Jake Steel: NEEDS MORE ABUSE!

Caelan Tyler: You always say that Jake.

Jake Steel: And it's always right.

Despite it being early, Archangel seems frustrated as he looks at the ref with an angry look. Then, he gets Ice positioned on his stomach and wraps his massive arms around the Anarchy X champion's head. This doesn't last long, though, as Ice manages to get to his feet and create some space with a couple of well-placed elbows to the gut. The Portland native comes off the near-side ropes, but nearly has his head taken off with a vicious left-side lariat! Archangel goes to press the advantage, but the veteran rolls to the outside, hoping to break the momentum.

Caelan Tyler: Smart move by Ice Man here, bailing to the outside to regain his bearings.

Jake Steel: Discretion is the better part of valor Caelan.

Caelan Tyler: ...Did you just quote Shakespeare?
Jake Steel: ...Um, don't know, I heard it in a movie once...

Caelan Tyler: ...Should've known.

Archangel isn't buying it for a minute, as he rolls outside the ring to take the fight back on the offensive. He closes in on The Ice Man, looking for a sneak attack...but Ice clocks his opponent with a hard right to the jaw! Archangel is stunned momentarily, and the champ uses that to his advantage as he slams Archangel on the mats!

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man in control here, taking it to Archangel on the outside.

Jake Steel: Yes! Abuse! I love ringside for what it does for improving matches on my patented 'Steel Scale of Abuse'.

Caelan Tyler: ...Dare I ask?

The referee's count is at five as Ice picks up Archangel, grabs an arm and a vicious whip into the steps follows...but Archangel goes head-first into the steps! Ice rolls back into the ring as the camera can detect a hint of crimson starting to form on the face of the Detroit native.

Caelan Tyler: So explain to me how this scale works Jake...

Jake Steel: Well you see, each match is assigned a number, one being for any match you've ever been in, and ten being for what I did to your mom last....

Caelan Tyler: Okay I get the point.

Jake Steel: Right now this match is rating about a five or so.

The ref is disrupted as Ice slides into the ring, forcing the count to be broken. Ice just shrugs and steps away, letting the ref begin his count all over. Archangel is slowly trying to regain his bearings as the ref reaches four.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man leaving Archangel outside to get counted out.

Jake Steel: No! I want more abuse!

Caelan Tyler: Not sure if this is the wisest of decisions, letting Archangel regain his composure.

At six, Archangel is finally back on his feet, but his face is the proverbial crimson mask. He looks a bit woozy after taking a header into the stairs as he finally rolls back into the ring. The Anarchy X champ wastes no time in going back to the attack, as he whips Archangel into the far-side ropes and drops him with a big boot to the face! Quick cover by Ice:

1

2

No, left shoulder is up at two and a half!

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man with the cover, but it's not enough!

Jake Steel: This match is slowly slipping on the scale, needs more abuse, stat!

Ice Man has taken control of this match as he pulls Archangel up to his feet. There's a whip into the ropes, and a sidewalk slam leaves the Detroit native lying motionless in the middle of the ring. Another cover by Ice:

1

2

3? No! Right shoulder barely off the canvas! Frustrated, Ice turns to the official as if to say 'Are you certain about that?'

Caelan Tyler: Pin attempt no good for Ice Man there.

The frustration seems to be mounting on the face of the Anarchy X champion as Ice leaves the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Archangel is slow to regain his footing as he finally stands and turns around in time to eat a pair of boots to the face! Missile dropkick from the champ, and Archangel is sent all the way to the outside from the impact! Ice gets to his feet and stays out of the way as the ref wanders over to make a count.

Caelan Tyler: Whoa, big high risk move by the Anarchy X Champ there, especially when you take into account his size!

Jake Steel: Okay now it's climbing back up the scale! More outside beatings!

Slowly, Archangel gets to his feet as the ref reaches the count of four. Undaunted, Ice exits the ring from the back side and runs around the ring, hoping to ambush the larger man. It is on pure instinct, though, that Archangel dashes forward and hits a Head Rush spear! Both men are down, seemingly in pain as the ref is forced to restart his count over again.

Caelan Tyler: Big spear by Archangel to try to regain some ground on the champ, but will it be enough to put him back into this?

Jake Steel: I'm guessing no.

Caelan Tyler: Quiet you.

Slowly, both men manage to get back in the ring before the ten count, and both seem to be on shaky legs as they square off again. Archangel makes the first move with a right hand, but Ice retaliates. This pattern is repeated once or twice before Ice starts to regain his advantage, driving his opponent back into the ropes. Another Irish Whip follows...off the rebound, a ring-rattling overhead belly to belly suplex!

Caelan Tyler: Big belly to belly by the champ! Can this do it?

Jake Steel: It's looking like he's feeling it! The abuse!

Ice Man feels that the momentum is solidly behind him as he pulls Archangel to his feet, and hoists him up onto his shoulders. There is a moment's pause before Ice spins his foe off the shoulders, landing The Ice Pick in the middle of the ring! Here's the cover:

1

2

3! He got him!

Zach King: Here is your winner....the NLW Anarchy X champion, The Ice Man!

Caelan Tyler: Archangel put up a valiant fight there, but The Ice Man was just too much for him.

Jake Steel: I told you after topping that crazy bitch he wasn't going to lose here.

Suddenly the lights dip and everything is dark for a few moments. The crowd is roaring in anticipation for what they think is about to come. A few more moments go by and then the guitars of 'Biggest and Best' by Clawfinger begin to roll through the arena. The crowd can no longer be heard, but from the camera panning you can tell that most of them aren't sure who's coming out or what's going on. Other than the white strobe panning over the arena, everything is still blank with the occasional camera flash going off prematurely.

A few seconds later Shane Donovan and Vincent Kane step out from the back. Both of them wearing Society t-shirts and looking quite proud of themselves. The crowd seems to be going estatic which is an interesting reaction for these two, but they seem to be paying it no mind. Shaking their heads, still smiling, they begin their slow stride to the ring. The lights begin to come back up a bit more as Vincent and Shane enter the ring, calling for mics.

Shane Donovan: It's about damn time. 14 months. 14 months of us not getting the message out, 14 months of sitting around twiddling our thumbs, 14 months of nothing. Well that's all coming to an end here tonight.

Vincent Kane: It's been a long time since I stepped foot inside a ring with a chance like I have now. Things are in motion. People have been warned. People even had time to brace themselves, but no matter what, everything goes to the wayside. It doesn't matter how you look at it, any way you turn it, this outcome was inevitable. Things are broken and they need to be fixed.

Shane Donovan: It's incredible that I've never set foot in this company before but I could feel it in the air when I hit the doors coming in... That sensation of cookie cutter bullshit that's been shoved down the fans' throats for the past several years. The Aphrodisias, the Dracos, the Kevin Heats, it's all the same bullshit, just a different company, and that's the sort of thing we're here to end.

Vincent Kane: I see some of you snickering, some of you not believing. It's a shame. The place you know and love is falling apart, and you laugh at it's saviors. We had the same reactions from the idiots at SW. They laughed at us, they thought we were a joke, but what happen? The 'management,' if you could even call it that, forced us out the door. They wanted nothing to do with us. Why? Because we bring change, and change, is not what they want.

Shane Donovan: So we're officially putting the company on notice, you can either move out of our way, or you can join the list of victims of our new Society.

Vincent Kane: There's plenty, and there will be plenty more. But you only have one chance to redeem yourself before we consider you apart of the problem. The next Uprising will be your only chance to step forward and announce that you are ready for a change. You must be willing to go the distance, because we stop at nothing. Everything is for the better, we have yet to make a mistake. NLW will not be the first.

Both men toss their mics out of the ring, and 'Biggest and Best' by Clawfinger hits the PA system one last time as they head to the back. The crowd is chanting, booing, cheering, throwing cups. Any reaction, is a good reaction.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like Vincent Kane and his old running buddy Shane Donovan are looking to make a name for themselves here in NLW.

Jake Steel: I, for one, welcome our new wrestling overlords.

Caelan Tyler: Um, they aren't in charge Jake.

Jake Steel: Give it time...

Zach King: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring, fighting out of New York City, New York... 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: I'm surprised here Jake, BP doesn't look any worse for wear considering the hell she went through at the last Uprising.

Jake Steel: Can't keep a crazy bitch down I guess.

Caelan Tyler: Guess not...

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: And her opponent, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana... Weighing in at 168 pounds... She is the NLW Champion... APHRODISIA JORDAN!

Caelan Tyler: And here's the champ, looking to keep her winning streak going here in NLW.

Jake Steel: If anyone can end that streak though, it's a fellow crazy bitch like Black Phoenix.

Caelan Tyler: Well both competitors have a long history with each other.

Jake Steel: Bah no time for history lessons Caelan, this is going to get ugly fast!

The lights return as Aphrodisia and The Black Phoenix are staring holes into each other from each side of the ring. The referee is shouting instructions as the crowd seems firmly behind the NLW Champion with a few diehards screaming for her opponent. Neither women seems to be paying any attention to the referee as the tension seems to build. Suddenly, 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 glances into the ring, smiling as he spots the two women before walking over to the commentators' table and sitting down.

Kevin Heat: Hey fellas.

Caelan Tyler: So what brings you down here for this historic match Heat?

Kevin Heat: Historic?

Caelan Tyler: This is the first time these two have ever faced off in the ring, people have been buzzing about it since it got announced.

Kevin Heat: You talk as if I care about that. I'm here to see Black Phoenix beat the hell of out the goth just like I'm going to do to win the NLW Championship that should've been mine.

Jake Steel: Come on now Caelan, don't bore our guest with the facts! So how's things Heat, been enjoying your time away from the ring?

Kevin Heat: Sometimes you gotta take time off to catch your breath Jake, but now I'm ready to bring it like I used to.

The referee calls for the bell but neither woman makes any sudden movement. They slowly begin to circle around each other as the crowd begins to chant for Aphrodisia. The NLW champ doesn't even look up from her opponent to acknowledge the crowd, she is all business tonight. The Black Phoenix suddenly steps up into Aphrodisia's space her eyes colored with a malicious intent that seemed even more vicious that ever before. Despite the loud crowd the ring mics pick up her voice as both women stand nose to nose.

The Black Phoenix: It time to let you out of your cage and off the leash darling.

Aphrodisia Jordan: I'd have to be really drunk to be let out like last time.

Caelan Tyler: Damn, these ladies are being loud for the mic to be able to pick them up.

Jake Steel: Crazy bitches be loud yo.

Kevin Heat: I just can't wait for them to stop with the foreplay and get on with the action, I want to see BP show everyone just how tough she is.

The sound of the champion being slapped echoes around the room as the crowd oooohs. Aphrodisia merely smiles before slamming her elbow in The Black Phoenix's face, and just like that the fight is on. Aphrodisia and The Black Phoenix exchanging wicked lefts and rights even the crowd winces at the sound of the powerful blows being traded. Aphrodisia ducks a clubbing blow and swings for the fences with a brutal upper cut that The Firefly just rolls her head back to avoid. The fist misses by only millimeters but it is enough to have her opponent step back and Aphrodisia pushes the advantage with a spin kick on the follow through that clips The Black Phoenix's chin with velocity. The Black Phoenix staggers as Aphrodisia pushes her back with more punches pushing her into the ropes then hurling her across the ring.

Caelan Tyler: So what really brings you out here Heat? No way you're just here to be a spectator.

Kevin Heat: I'm insulted that you'd think I'd be anything but Cael! I'm here to provide moral support for my business partner. We wouldn't be much of a team if we didn't root for each other, now would we?

Jake Steel: Yeah Caelan, get off the man's back!

Caelan Tyler: *Sighs*

The Black Phoenix crashes to the ground as Aphrodisia plants both her feet into her running opponent's face, follows it up with dropping her knee on The Black Phoenix's face, then taking no chances Aphrodisia begins to lay boot after boot into her opponent. The ring shakes as the Warheart stomps a mudhole into her former ally turned enemy turned ally, verbatim. Aphrodisia is pulled off by the referee but she just pushes him aside to continue her assault. As she goes to continue her laying her boots in The Black Phoenix suddenly spins into action spinning around Aphrodisia's leg and bringing her down with a dragon screw, grinning as she hears Aphrodisia shout in pain against the incredible torque that is suddenly put on her knee.

Caelan Tyler: Aphrodisia on the offensive early here, but BP has taken control with a wicked dragon screw.

Kevin Heat: Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!

Jake Steel: Them bitches be straight brawling. This is going to get crazy quick.

As The Black Phoenix kips up to her feet she gives the crowd a snarl before leaning down and dragging Aphrodisia to her feet. She grabs her opponent by the head and drops her face first across her knee. Smiling to have gotten the upper hand she decides she had enough of playing patty-cake and drags Aphrodisia up to her feet by her hair again and hurls her through the ropes and outside the ring. Grinning as Aphrodisia hits the mat with a sickening thud. The Black Phoenix's teeth are a sickening shade of red as she wipes her mouth and looks at the blood. Her smile just seems to grow even wider.

Caelan Tyler: BP is already bleeding and the match is just getting warmed up!

Jake Steel: YES! Abuse!

Kevin Heat: ...Do you always spaz out for that?

Caelan Tyler: Yes, yes he does.

Kevin Heat: Damn.

The Black Phoenix spits some blood onto the mat before hurling herself into the ropes, sprinting across the ring and catapulting herself into a twisting moonsault at the rising Aphrodisia. She is met with nothing but pain, metal and the Puuurfect Ending as she receives a foot to the side of the head and misses her target crashing into the metal barricade. The camera zooms into the slumped Black Phoenix as blood begins to seep from a cut on her forehead. Aphrodisia doesn't even blink for a second before pouncing on her prey, she slams The Black Phoenix's face over and over again into metal barricade. The blood from The Black Phoenix's cut increasing and splattering all over Aphrodisia. The crowd howls in pleasure with each time The Black Phoenix is rocked.

Caelan Tyler: The champ back in control here against Black Phoenix, who's now blooding like a stuck pig.

Jake Steel: I knew the bitches would deliver the goods!

Kevin Heat: This is only going to get worse before it gets better. BP is not the chick you want to fuck with, and Aph should know that.

Caelan Tyler: Very true.

Jake Steel: So, more abuse?

Caelan Tyler: More than likely...

Jake Steel: WHOO!

The referee drags Aphrodisia off The Black Phoenix again and warns her about the ten count. Aphrodisia rolls in and out of the ring, giving The Black Phoenix a moment of respite. As the camera zooms in again a smile is still plastered over The Black Phoenix's blood streaked face. As soon as Aphrodisia's feet hit the mats outside her back is slammed against the outside of the ring, as The Black Phoenix takes advantage of a known weakness. She hurls the champion into the metal steps so hard that Aphrodisia flips over the top of them and the top set of steps end up leaning against the barricade. The Black Phoenix stops for a moment to catch her breath then stalks around the ring to her prey.

Caelan Tyler: Black Phoenix is back in control here, looking to continue the punishment on Aphrodisia.

Kevin Heat: And continue it she will. She's the real deal, and soon she's going to get that Anarchy X Championship like she should've last Uprising and become the most dominant Anarchy X Champion since... Well, me.

Jake Steel: You were owning bitches left and right when you had that belt.

Kevin Heat: Yes I was, longest reigning champ in NLW period, and don't you guys forget it.

Caelan Tyler: I don't think anyone will be forgetting that you've held more titles longer than anyone in NLW history.

The camera switches to Aphrodisia who seems to be holding her shoulder in pain as she staggers to her feet. Her right arm hangs uselessly, dislocated, as The Black Phoenix covered in her own blood walks towards her with ill intent. The Black Phoenix fakes a left hook then lands a vicious side kick to Aphrodisia's vulnerable arm, smiling with pleasure as Aphrodisia snarls in pain and staggers back a few steps. The referee tries to intervene again but is pushed away by The Black Phoenix. The referee swears and pushes The Firefly back, then jabs a finger at Aphrodisia. He gets pie-faced by both Aphrodisia and Black Phoenix then hurled into announcers table by the female wrestlers. He slumps unconscious.

Caelan Tyler: The referee is down at ringside!

Jake Steel: Business is going to pick up!

Kevin Heat: Now you're in for a treat guys, I can guarantee that.

Jake Steel: I'm inclined to agree!

With the referee down, The Black Phoenix turns her attention back to Aphrodisia and charges at her full steam looking to further damage her opponent's shoulder with a shoulder charge. She eats another face full of metal as Aphrodisia drops to the ground with a drop toe hold. Aphrodisia winces as she hits the ground, but again makes it to her feet while the Black Phoenix seems to have slumped to the floor. She stagers over to the ring post then slams her shoulder into it, a disgusting pop is heard as her shoulder goes back into place. She cries out for a moment, wincing.

Caelan Tyler: Holy crap! Aphrodisia just popped her own arm back into her socket!

Jake Steel: God damn! Tough bitch is tough.

Kevin Heat: Color me impressed.

The NLW Champion turns to find The Black Phoenix disappeared from her slumped position. Aphrodisia looks around suspiciously only to have her opponent burst from around the other side of the ring, lift her up in a double leg take down and slam her shoulder first into the ring post again. And again. And again. And again. The Black Phoenix pushes her opponent back into the ring, grinning like a cat as she follows Aphrodisia in. She turns to the nearest turnbuckle and makes quick work of the padding and throws it into the crowd.

Caelan Tyler: Black Phoenix is now taking full advantage of the lack of a referee, looking to make Aphrodisia eat exposed steel.

Jake Steel: Hey now I'm not exposed...

Caelan Tyler: Not what I meant!

Kevin Heat: Thank God that's not what he meant.

Aphrodisia is forced again to her feet and The Black Phoenix grabs her wrist to Irish whip her face first into the exposed metal. The Warheart collides with the metal, and receives a nasty gash above her left eye to prove it. Blood pours down the Champion's face as she curls up for a moment on the mat. The moment is short-lived, as The Black Phoenix is on her again. The Firefly tangles Aphrodisia's legs around one of her own and grabs both of the Champion's arms. Without much effort, BP lifts Jordan up by her arms, bending the smaller woman's back at an extremely awkward angle, once again, going for the old injury.

The Black Phoenix: You don't love me because you're not evil at the moment!

Aphrodisia Jordan: I... fucking... hate you!

Caelan Tyler: You'd think the sound crew would've fixed that mic issue by now...

Jake Steel: Hell no, it more fun to hear the bitches trash talk each other, right Heat?

Kevin Heat: Sure, why not?

The Black Phoenix smiles before her free leg lifts and drops hard on the back of Aph's neck, sending the Champion face-first into the canvas. Blood from both the cut over her eye and now her nose spurts across the canvas as The Black Phoenix prowls around her former ally, grinning like the devil. The Black Phoenix gives Aphrodisia no chance to recover, once again. She lays hard boots into Aphrodisia's ribs. The Warheart manages to roll away, dropping to the thin layer of padding just outside of the ring. She coughs and holds her abdomen before rolling under the apron. The Black Phoenix, not one to be easily fooled, waits, turning in slow circles in the ring, waiting for an attack.

Caelan Tyler: BP is now stalking the champion, looking for the right opening to attack.

Jake Steel: That opening is now! ABUSE!

Kevin Heat: I'm inclined to agree, BP needs to capitalize and quick.

One never comes. With the referee still out cold, there is no one to give the count-out. Tentatively, The Black Phoenix moves out of the ring, keeping an ample amount of distance from the apron so as not to be taken by surprise. The crowd waits on baited breath as The Firefly circles the ring.

The Black Phoenix: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...

There is no response. After another minute or so, a pair of EMTs begin to emerge at the top of the ramp with a stretcher and medical kit. The Black Phoenix growls and runs up the ramp, chasing them off. Once they�re gone, she returns to the ring. The Firefly glares at the ring before moving to the commentator's table, extending her hand to Heat as if she wants something. Heat holds up his hands and shakes his head. The Black Phoenix glares just as nastily at him as she had at the ring, her hand still out.

Kevin Heat: FINE!

Heat pulls a bottle of lighter fluid and a zippo from beneath the commentators' table and slaps it into The Black Phoenix's hand. She grabs Heat's wrist and yanks him away from the table, pointing to the apron. With a sigh, Heat lifts up the apron and The Black Phoenix proceeds to spray a large amount of the fluid under the ring before creating a trail back to herself in the furthest corner. Heat returns to the commentators' table.

Caelan Tyler: I thought you were staying out of this?

Kevin Heat: Bite me.

Jake Steel: Don't give him the opening, he might.

Caelan Tyler: Shut up Jake!

The Black Phoenix: One!

The Firefly flicks the flint of the zippo, and a small, yellow flame emerges. She waits a moment, but there is still no response from beneath the ring.

The Black Phoenix: Two!

Still no response. But before she even counts to three, the drops the zippo onto the flame. Immediately, the trail of gasoline ignites and heads straight for the ring. The apron catches fire and smoke billows out from beneath the ring, flames licking at the edges of the apron. The audience is in hysterics. But it's not because their beloved ring is on fire or that their Champion may be burning alive beneath it.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Three, bitch!

There's a loud crack of metal on bone as a red fire extinguisher is lobbed against the side of The Black Phoenix's head. The woman goes down as Aphrodisia jumps off the barrier behind her, blood still pouring down the left side of her face. The Warheart takes off running towards the ring. She sprays the white foam into the ring until she's satisfied that the fire is out, or at least mostly.

Caelan Tyler: This is getting destructive as hell out here! Someone should stop the damn match!

Kevin Heat: Okay.

Caelan Tyler: Wait that's not what I...

The NLW Champion turns on her heel, just in time to meet with a swift kick to the face from Kevin Heat! Aphrodisia drops to the padding outside of the ring, a new cut just along her jaw line. The Black Phoenix rouses as Heat goes to retrieve something from just behind the barrier behind the commentators' desk. With a heave, Kevin Heat reveals a ridiculously tall, thirty-five foot ladder. With no assistance, Heat steps over the fallen body of Aphrodisia and pushes the ladder into the ring, following in after it. He sets it up near the edge of the ring closest to the commentators' table as The Black Phoenix lifts Aphrodisia's body onto it.

Caelan Tyler: Oh good lord what the hell are they going to do with that ladder?!

Jake Steel: Abuse on an epic scale Caelan! This is getting about a 9 so far on my scale, this will only make it that much better!

Caelan Tyler: Jesus...

Jake Steel: I don't think he's listening right now...

The Black Phoenix slides into the ring, commanding Heat with a few points to hold the bottom of the ladder. There will be no botches on her watch! Aphrodisia has is unresponsive as The Firefly begins to ascend the steadied ladder. Up, up, up... thirty-five feet in the air, The Black Phoenix crouches on the very top step, staring down at The Warheart, who still has yet to even twitch. There's a long pause, as The Black Phoenix remains still.

The Black Phoenix: I'm sorry... I love you...

The crowds scream as The Black Phoenix jumps, executing her Scream For Me finisher perfectly' but onto an empty table! At the last second, Aphrodisia dropped onto the floor and The Black Phoenix met with nothing but wood. Kevin Heat is aghast! The crowds are awed into silence! The commentators are... well... commentating!

Caelan Tyler: HOLY SHIT!

Jake Steel: YES! That shit was insane!

Caelan Tyler: That's got to be up there with the craziest moments I've seen in the many years of NLW...

Jake Steel: No doubt!

Kevin Heat jumps out of the ring, an inch shy of landing feet first on Aphrodisia's chest. He pulls the much smaller woman up to her feet. Aphrodisia is still groggy. She blinks a few times to clear her vision, but Heat doesn't give her a moment. He tosses the rag doll Champion into the ring and is quick to follow. The referee finally begins to come-to.

Caelan Tyler: The referee is finally starting to come to, but who the hell is going to win this match? It's been a catastrophe!

Jake Steel: A catastrophe of greatness you mean! Crazy bitches deliver the goods my friend!

Heat sees this and gives The Warheart a stomp to the gut for good measure before exiting the ring. He retrieves his ally from the rubble of the table and throws her back into the ring, dragging her arm across Aphrodisia's shoulders. He urges the referee back into the ring. The groggy man nods and waves Heat off as he starts the three-count.

1!

2!

At the last second, Aphrodisia rolls out from beneath The Black Phoenix's arms. The count stops, but not for long. Aphrodisia, still groggy and distant, crawls back to The Firefly, pressing her hands onto the other woman's shoulders.

1!

2!

3!

The bell rings to signal the end of the match, as Aphrodisia's music begins to play. But The Warheart doesn't move. She remains still, staring down at the incapacitated Black Phoenix. The Champion sits back, spitting up blood on the mat before crawling from the ring and up the ramp, keeping an ever-watchful eye on The Black Phoenix.

Zach King: Here is your winner... APHRODISIA JORDAN!

Caelan Tyler: Wow... That may be the most violent one fall match I've ever seen in my life.

Jake Steel: Now could you imagine those two going at it no holds barred?

Caelan Tyler: ...No, I don't want to even think about that....

The backstage is packed with wrestlers, staff, and equipment. It isn't particularly dark or dim lit, nothing like what they show you in every other 'promo.' People are moving around, taking care of business, ya know, making the show happen. However, something is out of place. Between everyone off doing there jobs and prepping for whatever it is that they do, off in a corner the familiar sheen off the bald head of Vincent Kane can be seen. VK is standing off out of the way, apparently speaking with someone who is yet to be seen, aside from the glow off the cherry of his cigarette.

Vincent Kane: You seem like an intelligent guy and I'm pretty sure everything that is wrong here, isn't going over your head.

The figure in the shadows draws on the cigarette, making the tip glow orange before replying in a gruff voice.

Man: No, I see it all. Don't like it... but I see it.

Vincent Kane: I figured you would, you come across as that kinda guy.

VK looks over his shoulder quickly, not in a 'does someone see us?' way, but more of a 'I'm tired of the bullshit way.'

Vincent Kane: I guess the big question is, do you want to make a change? Do you want to stop the bullshit and turn everything around? Do you want NLW to run the way it needs to be run?

A bemused chuckle comes from the man in the shadows.

Man: Sure you're not biting off more than you can chew there, hoss?

Vincent Kane: Hoss? Where the fuck are you from again? Ahem..

VK shakes his head confused for a moment.

Vincent Kane: I've dealt with bigger fish than the Sullivan's.. Uh, champ. I'm sure you've heard about the SW incident, they wanted me and Shane gone so bad they did damn near everything they could. What about you, do you think you can handle this? We don't fuck around. Things need to be changed and we can't have someone holding us back, if you don't think you can handle it, tell me now.

Man: I'm sure you heard about HiWF then, same shit, different place. So, yeah. I can handle it. Like James Dean, I'm just a rebel without a cause... thankfully you just gave me one.

Vincent Kane: Good, I'll call you later this week.

Without another word, Vincent turns and walks away.. Revealing Brad Jackson as the man he was speaking to. With a sly-smile on his face, he drops his cigarette and begins walking the other direction down the hall.

Caelan Tyler: Vincent Kane and Brad Jackson working together? This can't possibly end well!

Jake Steel: , for one, love this idea. Five stars! Best idea I've heard since Aphrodisia versus Black Phoenix!

10,000 Fists by Disturbed begins playing as The Ice Man steps out from behind the stage curtain, a chair in his right hand, mic in his left. As he begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring Matt and James step out and follow. The Ice Man slides into the ring and stands up, turning around to lean on the top rope. A few moments later his family stands behind him, and he begins to speak.

The Ice Man: Phoenix, I have something to say to you. Get your ass out here now. I don't have all day.

After a few moments 'The Instinct' begins to play and The Phoenix steps out onto the stage. He's casting a wary eye at the three men in the ring, especially considering that Ice is holding a steel chair.

The Phoenix: All right, you have my attention. Make it quick; I need to finish getting ready for my title match.

The Ice Man: Right. This has been going on for some time now. And I think there is only one way to finish it. That being said, I know that Brandy was arrested for the kidnappings. It came to my attention earlier this week. The thing I don't understand is how she was able to do all of that on her own. The way I figure it she had to have some help. That's why I brought you out here. I can see that you are a little nervous about coming down to the ring; with the three of us here I can understand that. So you can stay there while I say what I have to say.

The Ice Man stands up straight and looks around, looking very uncomfortable about what he is about to say. On the ramp, Phoenix has cautiously moved a couple of steps closer to the ring.

The Ice Man: I apologize. You heard me, I'm sorry. I have been blaming you for all of this the entire time, but now I know you weren't involved. Thing is, that brings us to the question of who else was involved. I've been trying to figure that out, and it just didn't make any sense. Well that is until...

In an instant The Ice Man drops the mic and swings clockwise, smashing the chair over James' head. As James falls to the mat blood can immediately be seen on his forehead. The Ice Man takes a few more chair swings at his fallen nephew and then picks the mic back up, tossing the chair down. As he leans down close James he begins to yell into the mic.

The Ice Man: You little bastard. Still think you are ready for the big time? Still think that you need a contract? There is a reason I didn't throw you into things, but instead of taking my word for it you listen to some lying bitch. Who do you think you are? What did you plan to do after all this was done? Just waltz in here and sign a contract?

Before Ice can get out another question he is hit hard by a knee to the side of his head. As he falls to the mat he is able to barely catch a glimpse of his attacker as Matt brings his cane down hard into Ice's abdomen. The crowd is booing the antics of the Anarchy X champion's family, as Ice has not put of much of a defense since being Pearl Harbored.

Jake Steel: Yes! Bonus abuse!

Caelan Tyler: Is that really necessary?

Jake Steel: Is your mom really necessary?

Caelan Tyler: Why do I even bother to ask....?

Then, The Phoenix sprints to the ring, and Matt breaks off his attack, motioning for Phoenix to join in the mayhem. Picking up the steel chair, Phoenix lifts it and looks down at The Ice Man, who is barely moving. He bows his head and closes his eyes for a moment before he swings.

CRACK!

Caelan Tyler: And The Phoenix just waffled Matt with that steel chair!

Jake Steel: That might be the first time I've enjoyed that fat bastard has done in the ring!

Matt rolls around the ring, holding his face as he tries to recover from the impact of the chair shot. Without warning, Phoenix drops to the mat, grabbing Matt's ankle as he locks in the Blaze of Glory on Matt's weaker leg. Phoenix's victim is pounding the mat repeatedly, trying to escape the submission hold as James rolls back in the ring, a chair in hand. Phoenix breaks the hold, gets to his feet, and motions for James to take a swing at him. In the meantime, Matt has rolled out of the ring, and James just drops the chair, rolling out to assist Matt back to the locker room. Phoenix picks up the dropped microphone and stares at the retreating figures.

The Phoenix: Do me a favor. Go tell that bitch that she has failed epically. Her plan didn't work. YOUR plan didn't work. And the ones to suffer in the end will be you pathetic pieces of crap. Remember that in case you get a hair up your ass about revenge!

Dropping the microphone, Phoenix turns and sees Ice slowly trying to get to his feet. Walking over, he extends a hand to Ice. The fallen champion grabs hold, and gets helped to his feet as the crowd cheers. Nodding and patting Ice on the shoulder, Phoenix drops to the mat and rolls outside the ring, heading towards the back and his match later on, while Ice remains in the ring, unmoving.

Caelan Tyler: The story between these two deepens, and now The Phoenix has more to think about before his match, which is next!

Jake Steel: Abuse!

The lights in the arena go dark, remaining so for a few moments before a dim red light illuminates the arena. The opening strains of 'The Instinct' hit the arena, slowly building in volume and intensity when, about thirty seconds in, fire shoots from each of the ring corners. Now with a drum beat to match the instrumental, it continues to build in volume for another twenty seconds of so before another large flame pyro goes off at the entryway. As it dies down, a figure can be seen in the smoky haze walking towards the ring as Zach King makes the introduction.

Zach King: The following match is our main event and is for the NLW Legacy Championship! Introducing first, from the End of Nowhere... weighing 365 pounds... THE PHOENIX!

There is no emotion on Phoenix's face, just solid determination as he walks to the steps, pauses for a brief moment, and sends a shout to the heavens before climbing in the ring. The lights finally revert back to normal as he pulls on the ropes a couple of times for good measure and waits for the bell.

Caelan Tyler: It's main event time, and The Phoenix looks focused as always for the match that lies ahead.

Jake Steel: He better be if we wants to lose his title as the King of Choke.

Caelan Tyler: What? He's not called that.

Jake Steel: All his losses are title matches, what else would you call him?

Caelan Tyler: ...

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. 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 with no showmanship, no act, nothing, but a mission in his head...to make his opponent suffer.

...suffer...
...suffer...
...suffer...

A low whisper is heard through the rock music. Draco stands in front of the ring just staring at it. He slides into the ring as the PA sends a low roar, almost demonic speaking that one word.

SUFFER!

Draco stands in the ring as the lights start to fade back down to their normal non-blinding state. Draco stands there still half covered in the soot and char from the explosions of his entrance. The music slowly dies off as Draco stands ready for the bell.

Zach King: And his opponent, from Whitesboro, New York... Weighing in at 204 Pounds... 'THE HELLACIOUS ONE' DRACO!

Caelan Tyler: Draco's not showing any immediate signs of problems, but you have to wonder if he's one hundred percent after what happened last Uprising. He actually passed out from the blood loss of his wounds after the match.

Jake Steel: Bah, who cares, that was last Uprising, this is now. The fact of the matter is Draco is going to wreck Phoenix's shit.

Caelan Tyler: We'll see about that Jake, remember that this match is going to be contested following Legacy rules, and those rules favor The Phoenix's technical acumen more than they do Draco's style.

Jake Steel: I'm still predicting the wrecking of shit regardless.

The bell rings, and immediately ties up in the center of the ring with Draco. Using his size and leverage to his advantage, Phoenix quickly overpowers Draco, slapping on a side headlock. Draco quickly frees himself with a shove, sending The Phoenix bouncing into the ropes. The Phoenix bounces back, looking for a lariat, but Draco quickly captures his arm and takes him over with a hiptoss. Phoenix lands in a seated position, and Draco acts quickly, drilling Phoenix in the small of the back with a dropkick. Wincing in pain, Phoenix quickly gets back to his feet, and as Draco goes for a right he grabs Draco's arm and does a standing switch, twisting it into a hammerlock.

Caelan Tyler: Quick technical exchange there, which Draco getting in some offense quickly but Phoenix regaining control with a hammerlock.

Jake Steel: Ugh, do we need the boring holds? Let's see some blood!

Caelan Tyler: Legacy rules Jake, you're going to see a lot of technical holds and counters in this bout.

Jake Steel: Bah!

With his free arm The Phoenix quickly slaps on a half nelson before bridging back and slamming Draco to the mat with a suplex. Not one to let himself stay caught in a bad situation, Draco quickly rolls out of the ring, gathering his wits about him. The Phoenix just shakes his head as the ref starts his count. Draco stands against the barricade outside, shaking his head when a fan slaps him on the back, causing Draco to jump and raise his fists in self defense. The fan stares at Draco in shock, spooked by his response as The Phoenix comes up from behind, drilling Draco in the back of the head with a forearm before rolling him back into the ring.

Caelan Tyler: That's odd, wonder why Draco reacted like that.

Jake Steel: Hey, we you've made as many enemies in the ring over the years as Draco has you tend to stay defensive.

Caelan Tyler: I can understand that but he was just looking that direction not two seconds earlier, who could sneak up on him in that amount of time?

Jake Steel: Um, the Invisible Man?

Caelan Tyler: Oy.

Back in the ring, The Phoenix delivers a swift knife-edged chop to Draco, knocking him into the corner. Once there, Phoenix opens up with several back elbows, bouncing the blows off of Draco's head before placing Draco in a front facelock and dragging Draco out to the center of the ring. Hooking Draco's leg, The Phoenix brought him up and over, spiking him to the mat with a well-executed fisherman's suplex. The Phoenix holds onto the bridge for a pin attempt.

1...

2...

No, shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix with a quick pin attempt after the high impact move there, but Draco was able to break free of the bridge.

Jake Steel: That wasn't going to win the match and you know it Caelan.

Caelan Tyler: And how would I know that?

Jake Steel: Have you even watched Draco's matches in NLW so far? They don't end until someone gets hurt.

Caelan Tyler: ...Touche.

Both men quickly get back to their feet, with Draco cutting Phoenix off with a sharp kick to the ribs. He follows it up with a stiff European uppercut, staggering the bigger man. Seeing his opening, Draco quickly does a standing switch, grabbing Phoenix's head in an inverted facelock and dropping down, pulling Phoenix down and driving his opponent's back into his knee. Draco locks on his grip in this position, grinding his knee into Phoenix's spine with a modified dragon sleeper. The Phoenix reaches out, unable to see but knowing that the ropes are there and is able to grab them with his right, causing the referee to tell Draco to break the hold. Draco keeps it locked in for a few more seconds, finally releasing him when the ref counts to 4.

Caelan Tyler: And there goes the first of the three rope breaks that The Phoenix is allowed for in this match, as well as the first count for possible disqualification on Draco's part. Draco has to be more mindful of those, getting himself disqualified will end with The Phoenix getting the Legacy Championship.

Jake Steel: And we don't want that!

Caelan Tyler: Speak for yourself, I think The Phoenix would be a fine Legacy Champion.

Jake Steel: Psh, so far we've had Kevin Heat and Aphrodisia as our Legacy Champions, and they both are missing something that has been tripping The Phoenix up.

Caelan Tyler: And what would that be?

Jake Steel: A gag reflex.

Pulling Phoenix to his feet, Draco whips him into the ropes, bouncing himself off of the opposing ropes. As Phoenix bounces back Draco goes airborne, driving his foot right into the face of The Phoenix with a sick kick! Eager to capitalize, Draco quickly makes the cover.

1...

2...

NO! The Phoenix just barely got his shoulder up in time!

Caelan Tyler: Absolutely vicious high impact move there by Draco, who's clearly trying to win with his speed and use of high impact moves.

Jake Steel: Don't act surprised by that Caelan, that would be Draco's tactics in any match. He has an in-ring philosophy similar to my own.

Caelan Tyler: And what would that be Jake?

Jake Steel: Jack the bitch up.

Caelan Tyler: Why do I even bother...

Looking to capitalize, Draco quickly flips Phoenix onto his back, locking in a Bost... Err, New York Crab. Draco leans back on it, trying to apply as much pressure as possible onto the back of Phoenix. Phoenix yells out in pain as he attempts to power out of the hold, but Draco is practically sitting on his back, making such a feat near impossible. Thinking quickly, Phoenix drags both himself and Draco over to the ropes and quickly grabs on. The referee starts his count, and Draco releases the hole at 4, quickly going to work on The Phoenix with a series of stomps on his back.

Caelan Tyler: With that The Phoenix has used up two of his three rope breaks for the match, and Draco is still firmly in control here.

Jake Steel: I'm disappointed honestly.

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: I expected more abuse than what we've gotten so far.

Caelan Tyler: The night is still young Jake.

Jake Steel: Come on Draco, don't let me down...

Phoenix struggles to get back to his feet with Draco delivering rights to his temple. Lashing out, The Phoenix catches Draco with an elbow to the midsection, buying him the time he needed to get to a vertical base. Once up, The Phoenix drills Draco with a right before grabbing him and nailing a swinging belly to belly suplex. Draco gets to his feet, and The Phoenix charges, leveling him with a massive spear. The Phoenix flips Draco over, grabbing his ankle and signaling for the Blaze of Glory. The Phoenix applies the anklelock, but as he attempts to put Draco into the leg grapevine Draco is able to scurry to the ropes. The referee starts to count and reluctantly The Phoenix releases the hold.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix back in control of the match, but he was too slow in applying the Blaze of Glory and Draco managed to get to the ropes.

Jake Steel: It's the story of Phoenix's life, too little too late. Draco's going to get back on the offensive and finish this, just you wait.

Caelan Tyler: Now that Phoenix is back on his feet we'll see, Draco was doing so well by keeping The Phoenix off balance. I don't think Draco will want to have a stand up fight with The Phoenix.

Jake Steel: The bigger they are...

Caelan Tyler: I know I know...

Pulling Draco up to a vertical base, Phoenix holds onto his left leg before hitting a dragon screw, dropping Draco back to the mat. Holding the leg, Phoenix drops down, driving his elbow into it. Draco kicks his leg, attempting to free himself but Phoenix holds on, driving his boot into Draco's chest to try to keep the smaller competitor from struggling. Having knocked the wind out of Draco's sails, The Phoenix flips Draco over, driving his knee into the mat repeatedly. The Phoenix then quickly locks on a figure four leglock, causing Draco to writhe in pain!

Caelan Tyler: Figure four!

Jake Steel: No! Break out of it Draco!

Caelan Tyler: This could do it!

Jake Steel: No way! Not enough abuse yet!

With the hold locked in, Draco tries to reach the ropes, but Phoenix plants himself, holding Draco in place. Thinking quickly, Draco sits up, reaching out and connecting with a right. Draco continues to swing, dazing Phoenix enough that Draco is able to shift and grab the ropes. Phoenix releases the hold, getting to his feet before pulling Draco up, who's struggling to stand on his left leg. Phoenix charges forward, but Draco catches him with a superkick! Draco then immediately falls to the mat, his leg unable to support his weight.

Caelan Tyler: Both men are down!

Jake Steel: Come on Draco, get back up and finish the punk!

Caelan Tyler: It's still anyone's game here Jake.

Jake Steel: No, it's Draco's match to win, you're just perpetrating a horrible and awful rumor that shows a total lack of tact on your part.

Caelan Tyler: And what rumor is that?

Jake Steel: That Phoenix is a good wrestler.

The referee's count has reached 3 by this point and still no movement from either competitor. 4! Phoenix starts to try to pull himself up, and Draco uses the ropes to try to get to a vertical base. 5! Phoenix is up and quickly moves towards Draco, who's still trying to get to his feet. He pulls Draco up into a fireman's carry, moving towards the center of the ring for the Immolation. Before The Phoenix can complete the move though, Draco slips down out of his grip, grabbing The Phoenix by his shoulders and dragging him down, driving his knees into The Phoenix's back! Thinking quickly Draco puts The Phoenix into a sharpshooter before bridging back and wrapping his arm around Phoenix's head!

Caelan Tyler: Draco's got the submission locked in! He calls that move 'When All Else Fails'.

Jake Steel: Yes! It's end game now!

Caelan Tyler: Can Phoenix battle out now is the question.

Jake Steel: No, no he can't.

The Phoenix tries to pull himself towards the ropes, but Draco merely cranks back on the hold, stopping The Phoenix in his tracks. With no other option available to him, The Phoenix is forced to tap.

Jake Steel: YES! Told you!

Caelan Tyler: Draco pulled it off!

Zach King: Here is your winner and NEW NLW Legacy Champion... 'THE HELLACIOUS ONE' DRACO!

The bell sounds and Draco releases the hold as the referee hands him the Legacy Championship.

Caelan Tyler: Well we're out of time folks, see you next show!