'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, followed by images of the last Uprising, where Lindsey Lewis beat Harvey Danger and Emily Cyrus in a triple threat match. Archangel received his first loss in a NLW ring at the hands of The Ice Man. The debuting Vincent Kane beat the larger Street Shark as Aphrodisia defeated Black Phoenix in the first ever match up between the pair. The night was capped off with Draco defeating The Phoenix to win the vacant Legacy Championship. The scene cuts to ringside, with Jake Steel and Caelan Tyler.

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome to Uprising, where here's a lot in store for us tonight! Street Shark is taking on Inferno, Jackson and Archangel are facing off in an anything goes match, Harvey Danger is taking on Draco, and in our main event we have The Phoenix and the NLW champion Aphrodisia Jordan taking on the #1 contender Kevin Heat and The Black Phoenix.

Jake Steel: Wasn't there another match?

Caelan Tyler: Yes, Vincent Kane will be taking on a mystery opponent, as Lindsey Lewis has parted ways with the company after some contract disputes.

Jake Steel: Wonder who they'll get? I bet Kane is not pleased.

Caelan Tyler: More than likely not, but right now I'm more focused on the main event, where everyone has something to gain. If Black Phoenix and Kevin Heat win Black Phoenix gets a rematch against The Ice Man for the Anarchy X championship and Kevin Heat gets to name his match stipulations against Aphrodisia for their NLW Championship match. If The Phoenix and Aphrodisia win, Aph gets to name her stipulations and The Phoenix receives a shot at either the Anarchy X championship or the Legacy Championship.

Jake Steel: Does it matter? He'll just blow the shot anyways.

Charisma Finch walks down the aisle to the ring area. She is a bit hesitant about her assignment due to what happened last show. However, she still has a job to do so she walks to the ring but does not enter it. She speaks in her microphone.

Charisma Finch: So like I don't really want to do this. But this is the job I work at so I do what I'm paid to do and such. I've been informed sitting in the front row are two people who last week rather rudely interrupted a match. Care to you know tell us what you guys are doing here?

The camera pans to the front row seats to show C.W Buford and T.W Haywood sitting in two chairs. The Crowd remembering their actions from last week begin to boo loudly as C.W Buford stands up and grabs the microphone from Charisma.

C.W Buford: You know something, I plum figured you would've gotten the message last week that a nosey woman like your self is not appreciated by me and my partner T.W. As members of the tag tournament we could've joined the rest of NLW backstage and such I reckon. However be that as it may, we decided to purchase some nice front row seats from some fans outside the show, we persuaded them to give us a nice price for them to if you are catching my drift. We reckoned, and by the grace of god we were right, that a lot of the tag tournament participants would be on the card tonight, so here we are getting ourselves a little birdy's eye view of what we're up against. That's all you need to know little lady, now get your little hind quarters out of my business.

C.W sits down as the crowd boos but Charisma Finch actually stands firm as she takes the microphone back.

Charisma Finch: T.W Haywood in a recent promo you said you two will not interfere. Do you plan on keeping your word about... I don't know... Totally not laying a finger on anyone?

T.W Haywood has an obvious annoyed look on his face. He slowly stands up as he is visibly chewing. The crowd begins to stir 'cause they think they know what is coming. T.W pretends to prepare to spit at Charisma who turns her head and closes her eyes expecting it. Instead T.W just laughs and grabs the microphone.

T.W Haywood: Don't worry your tush off little lady I ain't got nothing for you this time around. Look here, I said what I said and so far we've kept our word. We ain't touch anyone, we ain't preparing to touch anyone. They stay out of our business, we ain't got no truck with them. Simple as that. We're here just to scout the competition, which hasn't made much of an impression on us, other than we're going to soon be tag team tournament champppeeeeens YEEEE HAW! We don't appreciate our motives being questioned, we don't appreciate you sticking your bimbo nose in our affairs... and I advise to step away now missy before I do land a nice shot right on your plain little face. YOU UNDERSTANDING WHERE I'M COMING FROM?

T.W Haywood shoves the microphone back into Charisma Finch who decides she's done her job and gets out of there.

Caelan Tyler: Well poor Charisma had to do her job, but from the sound of it Southern Comfort is going to stay clean this show.

Jake Steel: Shame, I like the abuse those guys dish out... HEY!

Jake's chair is bumped, and the camera pans to show that it's Harvey Danger, looking rather distraught.

Caelan Tyler: Hey guys... Have you, um, seen that birthday card I got?

Caelan Tyler: ...No...?

Harvey Danger: Oh darn. I seem to have misplaced it... Thanks anyways!

With that Harvey exits through the crowd, staring at the floor in search of the card.

Jake Steel: Well that was odd, even for him.

Caelan Tyler: Well folks, looks like it's time for our first match!

Jake Steel: Inferno vs. Street Shark! Battle of the ridiculously bad names!

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!

Jake Steel: You'd think that a man of Street Shark's size would have a little bit more luck inside the wrestling ring, wouldn't you?

Caelan Tyler: True, but don't count the big Scotsman out just yet! He might not have had the best of starts to his NLW career, but he proved in ICWF and OCW that he is definitely not a pushover!

Zach King: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a standard match schedule for one fall! Introducing first, in the ring, from Glasgow, Scotland... Weighing in at 317lbs... STREEEEET SHAAAARRRRK!

Def Leppard is replaced by Within Temptation's 'See Who I Am' and the fans sit up and take notice as Inferno appears from the backstage area for the very first time. The masked wrestler salutes the fans before making his way down to the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Here comes the rookie!

Jake Steel: He's giving up a lot of size against Street Shark! Not exactly an ideal debut opponent...

Caelan Tyler: That's true... even if Inferno does leave victorious tonight he'll know he's been in a fight! Street Shark is one tough customer!

Inferno slides into the ring, climbs up to a turnbuckle and throws his fists in the air for the fans.

Zach King: ...aaaaaand his opponent! From London, England, weighing in at 230lbs... making his NLW debut... INFEEEEERRRRNNNOOOOO!

Inferno is still standing up on the turnbuckle when the bell rings and Shark approaches him from behind. Street Shark grabs the NLW rookie by the back of the tights and yanks, slamming Inferno right down to the mat with a lot of force and very little remorse. Shark takes two big steps toward Inferno, yanking the newcomer up by the mask, before dropping Inferno right back down with a hell of a standing clothesline!

Caelan Tyler: Jesus! What impact by Street Shark!

Jake Steel: Absolutely! He may be a jobber… but he's a powerful jobber!

Inferno bounds right back to his feet, probably more out of instinct than anything else, as it's obvious he's pretty much out of it. He stumbles backward into the ropes, bouncing off right back into Shark, who face palms Inferno toward the corner. Inferno hits ribs first on the top turnbuckle, slumps into the corner, and turns to get a face full of Scottish elbow. Which I hear is pretty tasty. So he gets another. And a third, just to make sure he'll never wash the taste from his mouth. Street Shark steps back, wrapping one giant hand around Inferno's throat and tosses the smaller guy back into the middle of the ring.

Caelan Tyler: I doubt this is how Inferno envisioned his first match here in NLW panning out.

Jake Steel: Hey, you never know, man. Maybe this kid's some kind of masochist or something.

Caelan Tyler: Thanks for that disturbing image. Let's go back to Shark and his cover.

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THR-NO!

Caelan Tyler: Kid got his shoulder up. Maybe a little early in the match to be counting him out just yet.

Jake Steel: Another set of offense from Shark and they'll be left scraping this dude's remains from the mat!

Shark bends to pull Inferno back vertical, but Inferno retaliates with a European uppercut that catches Shark completely off-guard. Street Shark tries to shake it off, but another stiff uppercut to the jaw keeps that from happening. The big man half-heartedly shoves his much smaller adversary away, standing up to his full height and well out of uppercut range. Inferno comes right back at him, though, standing face-to-chest with the Scottish giant. Shark just sneers down at Inferno, but our underdog isn't without his own bag of tricks.

Caelan Tyler: Huh!? What's Inferno doing!?

Inferno points, well not exactly over Shark's shoulder, put at least in the direction behind Street Shark and… shit, I'll be damned if Shark doesn't turn and look. This gives Inferno ample time to wind up and throw a haymaker right into Street Shark's jaw! Street Shark, obviously not too happy about being duped, attempts to grab Inferno by the throat, but his opponent counters by throwing his knee into Shark's gut!

Caelan Tyler: And the little guy is right back in this thing!

Jake Steel: I still can't believe Street Shark fell for that! What an idiot...

Shark staggers, but does not fall. Inferno runs off the ropes and hits Shark square in the chest with a jumping lariat. Shark staggers AGAIN, but still doesn't fall. Dropkick to the right knee takes one leg out from under Street Shark. Which puts him in fine attack range for the much shorter Inferno, who wraps both hands around the back of Shark's head and drops back, driving the giant down chest first into Inferno's knees. Shark reels from the maneuver, but still does not go down, prompting Inferno to unleash a roundhouse kick straight to the big man's face!

Jake Steel: Dude, I'm not calling that move.

Caelan Tyler: But why do I have to-

Jake Steel: Because you're the play-by-play man. Now do it.

Caelan Tyler: (sigh) Inferno nails Shark with his SUPER DUPER INFAMOUS INTERPLANETARY 720 DEGREE SPINNING NORTHERN LIGHTS ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL!

Jake Steel: ...awesome!

You know what's even more awesome? Shark is finally down. And Inferno is so totally going for that cover.

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NO!

Street Shark bench presses his way out of the pin attempt, tossing his opponent a few feet across the ring. Which, as it turns out, may not have been the best of ideas, because it just gives Inferno enough room to get a running start and blast Shark in the mush once again, this time with a hell of a running knee lift. With Shark on the ground once again, Inferno continues his assault with a jumping knee drop, before making another pin attempt...

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3? NO!

Shark manages to power his way out at just the last millisecond. Inferno, to his credit, doesn't relent or get frustrated, instead laying a few boots to the midsection of Shark before bounding off those ropes once again. But just as he's coming back, Shark leaps to his feet, like an alligator lunging at a gazelle and just about DESTROYS Inferno with a Polish Hammer!

Caelan Tyler: JESUS CHRIST!

Jake Steel: What IMPACT!

Caelan Tyler: That's gotta be it, Jake! Street Shark almost KILLED Inferno with that move!

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3... NO! Shoulder up at the last second!

Caelan Tyler: So close! I can't believe Inferno got his shoulder up on that one.

Jake Steel: I thought he had him there!

Both men slowly pull themselves to their feet at the same time. Inferno lays in first blows, but losing almost one hundred pounds to Street Shark kind of puts a damper on those punches. Shark fires back with a few shots of his own that certainly have an effect, reeling the much smaller wrestler. Shark whips Inferno into the ropes and attempts another clothesline, but Inferno ducks under. He comes back with a cross body, but Shark catches him and tosses Inferno with a fall-away slam.

Caelan Tyler: And once again the sheer power of Street Shark comes into play!

Jake Steel: He just isn't letting Inferno utilize his own technical brand of wrestling here...

Caelan Tyler: Yeah well, that's always hard to do when your opponent is over a foot taller than you…

Inferno somehow twists in mid-air, landing on his feet and avoiding the pain of being thrown around by Shark, which only leaves him to turn into a size giganomous boot from Shark. Inferno falls to the canvas, clutching at his nose. Shark takes a moment to collect himself, then pulls Inferno up to his feet and sets him up for the big finish.

Caelan Tyler: Shark puts Inferno up...

...and immediately slams him down with a massive Jacknife Powerbomb!

Caelan Tyler: Shark Slam! This one is over!

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3!!!

DING DING DING!

Zach King: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner... STREEEET SHAAARRRRKK!

Caelan Tyler: So Street Shark FINALLY picks up that ever-elusive victory here in NLW!

Jake Steel: ...and it was against a newbie, typical!

Caelan Tyler: Inferno will live to fight another day, Jake, but Street Shark's size and power just proved to be too much for him tonight!

The camera cuts to backstage, where we see The Phoenix walking around. For such a big match upcoming, he seems rather calm and collected as compared to previous weeks. He stops at the door to the cafeteria, looking oddly at the door.

The Phoenix: A...snort? Only means one thing....

Shock and surprise, as The Phoenix opens the door, he sees the one and only, Aphrodisia Jordan. She was seated at a table in the corner, sawing at a bloody steak. There was a small, black piglet on the table, that was spinning round and round in an attempt to catch his tail. Suddenly, the little beast stopped and dove into a small plate of potato salad, face first.

Aphrodisia Jordan: That's disgusting... chew your food.

The Phoenix: (to himself) That's....unexpected.

Treading carefully, he walks into the room and sits at a table adjoining that of the NLW Champion.

The Phoenix: Ever get the feeling that this is like the condemned man having his final meal?

Aphrodisia chews absently at her steak, watching The Phoenix thoughtfully. She takes her time in chewing, seeming to pick him apart with her eyes.

Aphrodisia Jordan: You could say that. Then again, every meal feels that way in my shoes.

He's silent as she dissects him visually. He's dealt with the stares before; this is nothing new to him. He pauses for a moment, weighing his words before continuing.

The Phoenix: I've heard. I keep my ears open, though I tend to be silent to many. Normally I would not disturb a pre-bout ritual, but I thought I should tell you, face-to-face and as a professional. Bygones are bygones. Tonight, we fight as a team. I know it's nowhere near as deadly as your actions away from the ring...but know that if you need someone to watch your back out there--in the ring or otherwise--I'd be willing.

Aphrodisia seemed to... contemplate his words, for perhaps a little longer than she had intended. Bacon snorted as he licked his maw clean of the potato salad.

Aphrodisia Jordan: It's dangerous to eavesdrop, cheri... but I will take you up on that offer. Just be prepared to meet the blows from things you would not expect...

The Phoenix: (smirks) Your warning is duly noted. I fear not the things that go bump in the night, or any other time of the day.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Brave soul, but your size won't help in my world...

The Warheart stands with a shrug of her shoulders, scooping up the piglet from the table.

Aphrodisia Jordan: I know you need something from me. I haven't figured out what it is yet, but be warned that I don't like surprises.

And with that, Aphrodisia Jordan leaves The Phoenix alone in the cafeteria.

The Phoenix: (softly, to himself) You of all people should know... 'cherie.' It's not the size of the dog in the fight that matters at all...

Standing, The Phoenix moves around the now-abandoned plate on the floor and walks off towards his locker room, muttering something about reminding himself to give her some item after the show.

Caelan Tyler: Well that was certainly interesting, looks like they're on the same page... Kinda...

Jake Steel: I don't know what to think, but then again the bitch *is* crazy.

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.

Vincent uses the steps to enter the ring, but he paces around the outside of the ropes, doing almost a full lap around the ring before climbing through the ropes.

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: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... Weighing in at 200 pounds... VINCENT KANE!

Caelan Tyler: This has got to be tough on Kane, not knowing his opponent.

Jake Steel: I think he's good enough to get by.

After the words are heard, the sound of trumpets can be briefly heard as pyro erupts from the stage. Sparks fly up as the lights go back on and a red carpet is rolled down the entrance ramp while 'Rockstar' begins to play and the man known to the wrestling world as Eddie Williams walks through the sparks wearing a pair of sunglasses and a feather boa. He makes his way down the red carpet before walking along ringside, high fiving fans.

Zach King: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio... Weighing in at 227 pounds... EDDIE WILLIAMS!

Caelan Tyler: Eddie Williams?! NLW signed him to a contract?!

Jake Steel: Say wha?

Caelan Tyler: I thought Jack hated the guy...

Jake Steel: Well Jack does hate Draco too.

Caelan Tyler: Touche.

Eddie continues to high five fans, eventually coming to where Southern Comfort is sitting as Vincent Kane exits the ring, nailing Eddie with a haymaker that sends Eddie tumbling right over the guard rail and onto Southern Comfort. Eddie tries to remove himself from the laps of Southern Comfort, who look livid. C.W Buford and T.W Haywood decide to 'help' him out by standing up and slinging Eddie back over the guardrail and then laughing about it as Vincent Kane continues the attack.

Caelan Tyler: So much for that promise, and the match hasn't even started yet!

Jake Steel: Serves Eddie right for getting up in their grill.

Caelan Tyler: Right...

Kane goes for a right, but Eddie blocks it and delivers one of his own before kicking Kane in the gut and forcing him back. Whipping off his sunglasses and boa, Eddie turns to yell at Southern Comfort. T.W Haywood slowly stands up and SPITS TOBACCO RIGHT INTO HIS EYES! Eddie spins around giving a very unapproving groan as Vincent Kane hits him in the head with a vicious kick, taking him down. T.W Haywood is acting livid. Throwing his 32 ounce soda into the crowd while yelling 'That'll teach that uppity punk to mouth off at me. That'll teach him. NO UPPITY PUNK IS GOING TO JAW OFF AT ME!!! C.W Buford is just sitting in his chair his face in his hand trying to stifle his laughter as T.W Haywood sits back down with a scorned look.

Caelan Tyler: This is ridiculous! The match hasn't even started yet!

Jake Steel: WHOO! Abuse!

Abuse indeed, as Kane quickly rolls Eddie into the ring, causing the ref to call for the bell. Kane quickly applies Where It Ends, and Eddie, being unable to see, is forced to tap quickly.

Zach King: The winner of this match... VINCENT KANE!

Jake Steel: Told you Kane could handle the mystery opponent!

Caelan Tyler: Yeah, with a health dose of Southern Comfort!

Jake Steel: Hey, that was before the match.

Caelan Tyler: Ugh...

Vincent Kane exits the ring, and once Eddie gets the tobacco out of his eyes he does the same... he's walking down the aisle as he hears a commotion behind him as the crowd stirs. He turns around just in time to get hit with a vicious forearm by T.W Haywood. Eddie's head hits the aisle floor with a sickening thud as the crowd boos. C.W Buford runs up to T.W acting like he's going to admonish him for what he's done. Instead he gets a smile on his face and can be visibly seen mouthing 'let's get him' as they both begin to stomp on the defenseless Eddie. The crowd really boos as they continue to lay the boots all over his body. They finally stop stomping as C.W Buford gives out a HOOOHAHHH as T.W Haywood bends down and yells 'That's what you get for yakking off you no account yuppie'. Security comes down to inform both members that they are to be removed from the event. C.W and T.W both re-enter the crowd and throw their hands up in the air to an chorus of boos as they leave the arena.

Caelan Tyler: About time security did something about those two!

Jake Steel: Lighten up man, I enjoyed that.

Caelan Tyler: You're also twisted.

Jake Steel: Says you!

Backstage, the camera once again follows The Phoenix, this time as he makes his way towards the gorilla position for the main event. The calm demeanor has all but vanished, replaced by the look of determination we have seen many times before. As he tightens up his gloves, he speaks.

The Phoenix: And so it was said, as written long before. 'Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war.' There will be no dogs tonight...but the end result will be much the same.

He stops in his tracks, staring directly at the camera.

The Phoenix: Kevin Heat...Black Phoenix...tonight you find out what happens when you get too close to the flames of perdition. The fire comes, bringing with it a shadow of what has yet to pass. What will you see, as you peer into the shadow? Lost dreams scattered to the four winds...the gnawing sensation that failure is quickly approaching...or the loss of goals once held in high regard but now are only a distant memory?

Gird yourselves for war, pray to whichever deity will take pity on you, and make your peace before it's too late. Tonight The Phoenix takes flight, reborn once more, garbed in the flames of honor and justice. And may the Fates show you mercy, for you will receive none in the ring.

Kevin...Chase...let the havoc begin.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix continues to show the same fire and focus he's had since joining NLW.

Jake Steel: Yeah, lotta good that's done him...

The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of 'Lies' by Evanescence filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure moves among them, stepping forward as indigo fountains of pyrotechnic spark either side of him. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. Jackson stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Anything Goes match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois... Weighing in at 277 pounds... BRAD JACKSON!

Caelan Tyler: There's Brad Jackson, no doubt looking to pick up his first victory here since he lost his debut match to Draco and was suspended last Uprising due to how he acted after his match with Draco.

Jake Steel: Regardless, Jackson made Draco bleed like a stuck pig, and that makes him awesome in my opinion.

Caelan Tyler: Right...

'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: Introducing his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan... Weighing in at 310 pounds... this is ARCHANGEL!

Caelan Tyler: And facing Jackson today is the young Archangel, who's looking to bounce back after his loss last Uprising against the current Anarchy X champion The Ice Man. I must say, if either man really stands out here they could no doubt earn consideration for an Anarchy X title shot.

Jake Steel: I better get the Steel Scale of Abuse ready for this one.

Caelan Tyler: No doubt.

The bell sounds to begin the match, and without wasting much time Archangel bull rushes his opponent back into the corner, throwing haymakers in succession. After three of those, Jackson turns the tables, fighting his way out of the corner with right hands of his own before knocking down his foe with a solid left hand. Archangel is quickly back to his feet as Jackson runs in, tackling the Detroit native and laying into him with repeated blows.

Caelan Tyler: Both men kicking this one off with a brawl, although it's looking like experience has given Jackson the upper hand from the start here.

Jake Steel: They better not waste anymore time not using weapons and shit. This is anything goes; there's no excuse for that!

Caelan Tyler: Any wrestler worth their salt would rather win with their own bare hands than a weapon Jake.

Jake Steel: Not one who wants to please the crowd.

After a few seconds of punching, Jackson relents and pulls Archangel to his feet before hooking him for a textbook vertical suplex. The Machine does not stop there, as he drives Archangel back to the mat with a double axe handle to the small of the back as he tries to get off the mat. Jackson then applies a rear chinlock, firmly planting his knee into Archangel's back as he wrenches on the hold.

Jake Steel: This IS supposed to be anything goes, right?

Caelan Tyler: Yes, it is.

Jake Steel: Then where is the ABUSE?

Caelan Tyler: It's early in the match yet, Jake.

Jake Steel: Who cares? I want ABUSE, dammit!

Archangel finally gets his legs under him and forces Jackson to break the hold. Undaunted, Jackson tries to take down the larger man again, but gets nearly turned inside-out by a left-side lariat from Archangel! As the crowd boos, Archangel leaves the ring and starts looking underneath it for something.

Jake Steel: WHOO! Time for the pain to be brought!

Caelan Tyler: You get way too into these types of matches Jake.

Jake Steel: Normal wrestling is boring after a while, this kind of violence never gets old!

A trash can is the plunder that the man from Detroit pulls out from under the ring. He tosses it over the top rope, and then slides back in himself, as Jackson is finally getting to his knees. Grabbing the lid of the can, Archangel sizes up his opponent...and the smack of aluminum meeting flesh can be heard throughout the arena as Jackson winces in pain, one hand going to his back where impact was made. A sinister grin crosses the face of Archangel as he cracks his opponent in the back again with the trash can lid…and then hits him in the head with it for good measure. As soon as Jackson slumps to the mat, Archangel drops into a lateral press.

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Kickout right after the count, as the crowd lets out the obligatory 'two!'

Jake Steel: Okay, that 'two' crap gets old real quick.

Caelan Tyler: How can it? It's only the first time they've done it.

Jake Steel: Exactly.

Caelan Tyler: ...

Archangel is quick to regain his footing, picking up the can lid once again as Jackson tries to come to his senses. Once The Machine has gotten to his feet, Archangel closes in, lid firmly in hand...but Jackson catches his opponent with a kick to the gut, and a quick DDT drives Archangel's head into the can lid! Both men are down, stunned for a moment before Jackson rolls to his stomach and slowly gets back to his feet, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs out. Archangel has not moved much at all as Jackson pulls him to his feet…and we can see a moment later that the aluminum-assisted DDT managed to open a small cut on the forehead of the Detroit native.

Jake Steel: YES! Blood! This match started off slow but is slowing climbing the scale!

Caelan Tyler: Archangel had control for a while there, but Jackson has gotten the momentum back on his side.

Jackson gets hold of Archangel in a rear waistlock and turns it into a German suplex--no bridge and all impact as Archangel is nearly folded in half. Jackson looks to go for the cover…but decides not to as he now rolls outside the ring and forcibly evicts Zach King from his chair before taking it for himself. Jackson then returns to the ring, chair firmly in hand as he lines up his opponent. Archangel regains his feet, and turns dizzily around to where Jackson is waiting for him. The Machine swings, dropping the Detroit native with a vile chair shot to the skull! Quick cover by Jackson...

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No, out at two and a half!

Caelan Tyler: Great resiliency by Archangel there, kicking out after this brutal chair shot!

Jake Steel: Good, I wouldn't want to be denied more ABUSE!

Caelan Tyler: ...You need help Jake. Seriously.

The laceration on Archangel's forehead has widened, though the proverbial crimson mask is still some time away yet. The Machine is enjoying his control as he straddles Archangel and locks in a Camel Clutch, working some more on the head, neck, and back of the powerhouse. Archangel can clearly be heard groaning in pain as Jackson wrenches back on the head.

Caelan Tyler: Submission hold by Jackson here, very smart to try to wear down his bleeding opponent.

Jake Steel: I've seen that tactic before, but I can't quite place it...

Caelan Tyler: Austin/Hart?

Jake Steel: ...Who?

Caelan Tyler: ...Nevermind.

Jackson seems to have the clear advantage, but slowly Archangel finds a way to move his knees into a better leverage position, finally breaking the hold as he stands, with Jackson still on his shoulders...and an Electric Chair Drop leaves both men wiped out on the canvas!

Caelan Tyler: Archangel with a desperation move there to take down the surging Jackson!

Jake Steel: Good, submission holds bore the hell out of me, they were risking the loss of some points.

Both men manage to make it to their feet, though Archangel is doubled over in pain from the camera angle we're looking at. As Jackson comes over to reassert control, Archangel quickly spins, the trash can lid he was hiding by bending over it lashing out to nail Jackson on his unprotected skull! The Machine drops like a stone as Archangel falls into the cover...

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3? Not quite...shoulder up at two and three-quarters!

Jake Steel: YES!

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: Now Jackson is bleeding too!

It's hard to see from this angle, but it looks like Jackson has been cut open rather badly. Undaunted, Archangel heads to the corner to expose the steel in the turnbuckle...possibly in preparation for the Hedon Bomb later in the match. Meanwhile, The Machine gets to his feet, and it is confirmed that in the short time he's been cut open, his face is already covered in crimson. Jackson seems a bit disoriented as Archangel comes over, cinches him up, and a textbook delayed vertical suplex that is held...and held…and held some more before the impact comes some fifteen seconds later, after a lot of the blood has rushed to the head of The Machine!

Caelan Tyler: Good strategy by Archangel here, trying to increase the blood loss and daze his opponent.

Jake Steel: Who cares? ABUSE!!!

Archangel clearly has the match in control at the moment as he rolls out under the ropes and looks under the ring again. This time, a cheer from the more hardcore fans greets him as a table gets introduced into the contest. He sets it up outside the ring, and then makes a cut-throat gesture before rolling back inside and picking up Jackson by the neck. A kick to the gut doubles him over...

Caelan Tyler: Don't tell me he's going to powerbomb Jackson to the outside of the ring!

Jake Steel: Fine, I won't tell you. My cheers should be all the acknowledgement you need!

...and with a heave, Archangel has The Machine set up in position to powerbomb him over the top rope! Struggling, Jackson manages to slip out the back side of the move and gets Archangel in a half nelson/chicken-wing hybrid...and then heaves backward in a belly-to-back suplex! Archangel suffers from Memory Lapse as Jackson slowly crawls into a cover...

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2!

Thr--no! The left shoulder comes up at the last possible moment!

Caelan Tyler: How? How does Archangel even have anything left in the tank?

Jake Steel: More guts than brains, and I think Jackson is gonna show 'em to us.

Caelan Tyler: Ugh...

Jackson looks at the ref with an incredulous look, but wisely refrains from any physical action against the official. It's a wonder he can still see and move given the amount of blood he's lost as he picks up the steel chair that was so carelessly discarded earlier in the match, and tosses it out onto the table that is set up at ringside. He then positions Archangel next to the ropes, and steps outside, apparently looking to suplex his opponent over the ropes and through the table at ringside. He tries to lift once, and is blocked. He tries again, and the same result happens. Before he can try a third time, though, Archangel brings his knee up, coming through the ropes and hitting Jackson flush in the groin! The Machine manages to hang on to the ropes, but Archangel is quick to roll to the floor and pull Jackson down with him. The Chicago native's jaw bounces off the apron as Archangel grabs him in a gutwrench position and plants him onto the chair and through the table in a dominator-like powerbomb!

Caelan Tyler: The Rib Breaker was very effective as Angel may have this match won!

Jake Steel: But... More abuse...

Feeling that he has the match won, Archangel trades a few insults with the fans as he pulls Jackson to his feet and throws him unceremoniously into the ring. As AA follows, he eyes the exposed turnbuckle, and a sick grin--made even worse by the fact that his face is covered in blood--emerges as he sets up Jackson for the Hedon Bomb.

Caelan Tyler: If Archangel hits the Hedon Bomb here there's no way Jackson could recover!

Caelan Tyler: Do it! I don't care who wins, I just want to see more brutality!

Jackson has other plans, however, and slips out of Archangel's standing scissors, quickly returning the low blow he received earlier. Archangel yelps in pain as Jackson grabs him and slams him face-first into the exposed turnbuckle! Kicking the trash can lid in place, Jackson quickly drives Archangel into it with Something Wicked! The referee counts the pin:

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3!

Zach King: The winner of this match... BRAD JACKSON!

Caelan Tyler: Archangel put up a hell of a fight here, but in the end Jackson managed to pull it out.

Jake Steel: That was some Grade A abuse there. I'm giving this an 8 on my Steel Scale of Abuse.

Caelan Tyler: I'm sure their mothers will be proud Jake.

Jake Steel: They damn better be.

We cut to the backstage area where Charisma Finch stands with the NLW Anarchy X Champion, The Ice Man.

Charisma Finch:So, Ice Man, two weeks ago you defeated Archangel in a non title match but the big news was that your only family members had been responsible for your kidnapping. Do you have anything to say about the whole situation?

The Ice Man: Well the last two weeks have been very hectic, meeting with the authorities and lawyers, along with deciding what to do about all of this. To tell you the truth I'm not exactly allowed by law to discuss any of it right now.

Charisma Finch: I see. Is that the reason you were not included on the card for tonight? All of those meetings?

The Ice Man: That's part of the reason, but I'd rather not discuss the rest of it for personal reasons. Now if you will excuse me I need to do what I came here to do.

Charisma Finch: And what would that be?

The Ice Man: The thing is Charisma, not many people realize this, but my career began as half of a tag team. With this tag team tourney coming up I thought I might see about entering it. The ironic thing is that Matt used to be my partner, and I had planned on bringing James in on it, but we all know how that turned out. So I am here tonight to talk to Joan about the tourney and possible partners.

The Ice Man glances down at his watch and then gives Charisma an irritated look.

The Ice Man: And now thanks to your interview I'm late.

With that The Ice Man begins to quickly make his way down the hallway

Caelan Tyler: I wonder who Ice Man will choose as his partner.

Jake Steel: Well gee, I don't know, I guess you can wait and see?

Caelan Tyler: ...Shut up Jake.

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. Some others 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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New York, New York... Weighing in at 215 pounds... HARVEY DANGER!

Caelan Tyler: Harvey's looking to avenge his loss from last Uprising here, even though he wasn't even pinned in that match.

Jake Steel: Well he'll need to keep looking. No way he beats Draco here.

Caelan Tyler: Never say never Jake.

Jake Steel: I'll say it. NEVER!

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 Legacy championship belt firmly around his waist. 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 removes the title from his waist and stands ready for the bell.


Zach King: And his opponent, from Whitesboro, New York... Weighing in at 204 Pounds... He is the reigning NLW Legacy champion...'THE HELLACIOUS ONE' DRACO!

Caelan Tyler: Draco is the reigning Legacy champion now, having defeated The Phoenix last Uprising for the title.

Jake Steel: To the surprise of no one.

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix put up a hell of a fight Jake.

Jake Steel: Day late, dollar short.

The bell sounds, and you can tell that more people are watching this match, as only half of the seats in the arena are empty. Draco calmly extends his hand out to Harvey, who cautiously stares at Draco before accepting it. Surprisingly enough, Draco shakes Harvey hand before beginning to circle the ring, not pulling a fast one on the Danger Man. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, Harvey comes out with a side headlock. Standing switch by Draco, who now has Harvey in a hammerlock, and lifts him up as if to toss him across the ring, but Harvey grabs the head and a snap mare variant takes down the Legacy champion.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey showing a bit more technical moves than we're used to, almost as if he's trying to impress Draco.

Jake Steel: Probably trying to hide the fact that he lost that birthday card.

Draco stands, looking a bit more closely at Harvey as they circle again. This time, it's Draco with an arm wringer on Harvey...who tucks into a roll and kips back up, loosening the hold enough to send Draco to the mat with a single-leg trip. Harvey seems pleased with himself as Draco gets back to his feet, shaking his head in frustration.

Caelan Tyler: Wow, Harvey's being impressive here, has he been training?

Jake Steel: Well it's not like the guy has anything better to do in his life...

Once again they close in, but this time a kick from Draco stuns the Danger Man before they can lock up. A European uppercut sends Harvey back into the corner, and Draco closes in, throwing hooks to the body before a stiff right hand lifts Harvey off his feet and almost over the top rope due to the impact. As Danger comes back onto the mat, The Hellacious One whips him into the opposite corner. Harvey impacts the turnbuckles chest first and collapses, holding his chest as he tries to breathe.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey just got the wind knocked out of him, and that does not bode well for him this early!

Jake Steel: Definitely not... FINISH HIM DRACO!

Caelan Tyler: I'm shocked though, no cheap shots or anything you'd normally expect from Draco so far.

Jake Steel: He must be giving the loser a break.

Draco remains in the other corner, looking down on Harvey as he tries to clear the cobwebs. As Harvey gets to his knees, Draco sprints in, hitting a basement dropkick and catching Danger on the temple! The impact forces Harvey to roll to the mats outside the ring, as Draco remains in the ring to let the referee work the count.

Caelan Tyler: Is this actually Draco's strategy, or is he feeling sorry for the guy and letting him catch his breath?

Jake Steel: Beats me.

Danger finally gets his bearings back about him as the referee reaches the count of four. Looking in the ring and seeing Draco standing on the opposite side, watching him, Harvey cautiously slides in under the bottom rope to break the count. The two close in again...and this time Danger slaps the taste out of Draco's mouth, much to the shock and surprise of manly everyone in the arena! Draco looks at Harvey, as if to say 'Are you out of your fucking mind?' before trying to kick Harvey in the gut again. Harvey grabs the leg and turns it into a back leg trip, and applies a knee bar to keep the Legacy champion grounded for the moment.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey bringing it to the Legacy champion!

Jake Steel: DAAAAMN. That boy just done snapped.

After a few more moments, Draco shoves Harvey off with his other leg and rolls to his feet, only to be sent back down with a leaping clothesline from the Danger Man! Harvey seems to be on fire now as he comes back off the near-side ropes and hits a textbook swinging neckbreaker on a rising Draco...quick cover by Harvey!

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Kick out with authority after the two!

Caelan Tyler: Could it be that wrestling deeper in the card is helping Danger's confidence?

Jake Steel: No, I'm thinking Draco's just messing with his head by letting him think he's in control. Just wait and see.

Caelan Tyler: ...Right...

Danger senses that he may have the advantage, as he lets Draco gets to his knees before coming off the ropes again...but Draco moves aside and the attempted knee to the skull misses. Danger spins around, catches another Draco kick...but catches the enzurgiri kick with the back of his head! Harvey collapses in a heap in the center of the ring as the Legacy champion closes in on his prey. Danger slowly gets back to his feet, and turns towards Draco, who drops him with a thunderous double-arm DDT! Draco rolls Harvey over into the cover...

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No, left shoulder is up at two-and-a-half! Undaunted, Draco pulls Harvey into a sitting position and applies a rear chancery as a rest hold and to work a bit more on the head and neck of Danger.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey showing some fight left in him...

Jake Steel: Smart thing would be to just tap! Harvey can't win anyways.

Caelan Tyler: I don't know Jake, this is a different Harvey than we're used to seeing.

Despite the lack of crowd support, Harvey slowly makes his way back to his feet...elbow to the ribs, a second...and Harvey with a quick back suplex stuns both wrestlers! The referee wanders in for the obligatory ten count...

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2...Draco showing a few signs of life as he is startng to move.

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4...Draco has rolled onto his stomach as Harvey's now starting to move a little.

5...Draco is onto his knees. Harvey has stilled, and is not moving.

6...wait, Harvey just kipped up!

Caelan Tyler: And HOW is he doing it? Perseverance and a little confidence at hanging this long with a champ... or perhaps Draco DOES fear the Danger Man...

Jake Steel: ...NAAAAAH!

Draco finally gets to his feet with assistance from the ropes, as Harvey closes in...knife edge chop rings through the arena as Draco winces in pain! There's a second for good measure, as Harvey whips Draco across the ring, and a jumping knee strike to the head sends the Legacy champion down! Cover by Harvey...

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Two and three quarters, as Draco gets the right shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Harvey is bringing it to the champ like I've never seen him wrestle before in my life. This could be the upset.

Jake Steel: I'd eat my shoe if it happened.

Caelan Tyler: I'll hold you to that.

Harvey gets to his feet and points to the corner, possibly looking for the Danger DDT to end the match right here and score what many would call a major upset!

Jake Steel: What if Draco wins? What would you do?

Caelan Tyler: Nothing.

Jake Steel: That's not fair!

Caelan Tyler: I never made it a bet.

Dragging Draco to the corner, Harvey lifts him up and places him on the top turnbuckle before starting to climb up himself. Shaking the cobwebs, Draco fires shots into Harvey's temple, slowing him down. Draco climbs off of the turnbuckle, rocking Danger with an elbow to the temple. Harvey loses his footing as Draco drops to the mat, grabbing Harvey and shifting his weight so he's now placed on the top turnbuckle. Draco quickly climbs up and signals for the end, delivering a Hellacious! Draco holds Harvey's legs for the cover!

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3!

Zach King: Here is your winner... 'THE HELLACIOUS ONE' DRACO!

As the bell rings Draco gets up, pulling Harvey to his feet. Again Draco extends his hand, and Harvey, still out of it, slowly accepts it while grabbing the back of his head with his other hand. Draco shakes his hand then raises Harvey's arm up, and he can be clearly seen saying 'good job' at the dumbfounded Danger Man as Draco exits the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Wow, what a classy show of sportsmanship by Draco there.

Jake Steel: BOO SPORTSMANSHIP! HISS!

Caelan Tyler: God Jake, grow up.

Jake Steel: NEVER!

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!

The Warheart paces around the ring, one hand clutching the NLW Championship belt, the other holding a microphone. She strolls slowly around the ring, seemingly ignoring the varying cheers and jeers from the fans.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Fans cheer... fans boo... but... fans don't win matches. They cheer for me, that's just fine, but it doesn't help me kick out of a pin. They boo me, that's fine too... but it doesn't deter me from giving my opponents the sweet taste of my French Kiss followed by those few, fleeting seconds that signals their ultimate failure.

The fans don't know how to respond, so they keep quiet for the most part.

Aphrodisia Jordan: The fact of the matter is, I'm the one in the ring, not the fans. I'm the one that's undefeated. I'm the one with the World Title.

The fans seem to understand where this is heading, and they begin to boo fiercely. Aphrodisia, however, just smiles widely at them. Her blue eyes scan across the thousands of faces, seeming to enjoy their displeasure.

Aphrodisia Jordan: I am undeniably the best wrestler in this company, and I don't say that with ego, or arrogance, or untruthfully. I say that with the proof right here in my very hand.

Aphrodisia holds the NLW title up, allowing the bright arena lights to reflect off it. She smiles at it, proudly.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Tonight, I have a tag match of great important. So, let's not make it a big secret, Kevin Heat. If I can do anything tonight... ANYTHING... to get the advantage over you down the road, I will. I tell you that because we both know you feel the same way. When I and The Phoenix win this match... when my hand is raised, the cards will be in that hand. The match stipulations placed in my hands... and your title aspirations... once again... lost into the oblivion of missed opportunities.

The fans are booing full-on now as Aphrodisia continues to pace, smirking away, happily.

Caelan Tyler: Well Aph certainly didn't make any friends here, but it sounds like she's putting Heat on notice.

Jake Steel: See, that's the kind of attitude I want to see out of her!

We cut to the back where Vincent Kane, Shane Donovan, and Brad Jackson are walking through the halls. Each one wearing a Society T-Shirt with their heads held high. Vincent Kane has a large manilla envelope and has a smirk on his face. As they three walk, Shane keeps glancing over his should yet Brad's eyes never shift from in front of him.

The three turn a corner in the backstage area and walk through what seems like Kane's locker room door. There is a couch and a long table set up on opposite sides of the room and just empty space in between. VK walks over to the table and tosses the manilla envelope on it. Shane and Brad walk to either side and sit down, Vincent stays standing, leaning on the back of one of the chairs.

Vincent Kane: Ya see that, boys?

Shane Donovan: How could we not? You've been carrying it around all day like it was your child.

Vincent Kane: That's right and it might as well be. The contents of that envelope are going to turn this place around.

Jackson picks up the envelope and goes to open it, Vincent just smiles and doesn't stop him.

Vincent Kane: Those... Will ruin her.

Jackson opens the top and turns it upside down, dumping large color photos of a nude Joan Sullivan on the table. She seems a little bit younger than she is now and on a beach somewhere exotic. All three Society members let off a 'hah that's crazy' laugh.

Vincent Kane: I have the originals in a safe place, so there won't be any destroying going on. Mrs. Sullivan just needs to know we have these too, and if she wants to keep them under wraps, stepping down is in her future.

Brad Jackson: Who else knows about these?

Vincent Kane: Who knows. I mean, she was in college. But that doesn't matter. She's a business woman now. This kind of thing ruins careers.

Shane Donovan: What if she just doesn't care?

Vincent Kane: She will... Sources tell me Jacky boy doesn't know about these.

Shane Donovan: And if anyone else on the staff here had any idea, I'm sure they'd be going around the back quick.

Vincent Kane: Yeah, she does have a ti...

Brad Jackson: So what now?

Vincent Kane: We'll let her deal with these on her own. We'll just nonchalantly slip them under her office door and be done with it.

Shane Donovan: She'll know who they're from.

With that, Jackson begins to shuffle the pictures in order and slide them back into the envelope before the three men head back out into the halls of the backstage area.

Caelan Tyler: ...Could those be real...?

Jake Steel: ...Damn the lack of Wi-FI here!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: ...What? I was going to check my email...

Caelan Tyler: Riiiiiight....

Zach King: The following tag match is scheduled for one fall and is our main event! Making her way to the ring first, fighting out of New York City, NY... weighing in at 205 pounds...

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

She buuuuuuuuuuuuurns

Zach King: THE BLACK PHOENIX!

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

The lights begin to strobe as images of the carnage left in the wake of the Phoenix flashes on the big screen:
The Black Phoenix setting Ali Khadafi on fire, Her quickly moving out of the way as half the ceiling falls when she was just moments before in the infamous ladder match versus 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: It's main event time folks, and this is promising to be a good one with BP and Heat taking on Phoenix and Aphrodisia.

Jake Steel: So we got two crazy bitches, the pyro, and the King of Choke? One of these things is not like the others...

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: Come on, sing it with me Caelan, one of these things just isn't the SAAAAAME!

Caelan Tyler: No comment...

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

As the chorus of 'Won't Back Down' by Fuel begins to play, Kevin Heat walks out with a smug smirk on his face. He ignores all crowd reaction, whether cheer, boo or indifferent, though jeers seem to be the majority. Either way, he walks down to the ring as if he owns the place, stopping to get a good look at the fans faces every once in a while and shaking his head in disappointment. He enters the ring gradually and stares down the entrance ramp, waiting for his opponents.

Zach King: And her partner, from Baltimore, Maryland... Weighing in at 228 pounds... KEVIN HEAT!

Caelan Tyler: There's Kevin Heat, and it should be noted that this is Heat's first match back since Aph won the NLW Championship.

Jake Steel: He got snubbed there! As much as I like the crazy bitches Aph did not have the resume in NLW to suggest that she deserved a shot at the NLW Championship at that point.

Caelan Tyler: Well she had beaten Heat the Uprising prior.

Jake Steel: Flukes happen. Heat's going to take that belt from her and become the first Triple Crown champ in NLW history, just watch and see.

Caelan Tyler: If you say so, I think Aph's got a good chance at retaining.

Jake Steel: Aph doesn't have an insurance policy like Heat does in BP.

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: And their opponents, coming down the aisle first... from the End of Nowhere, weighing in at 365 pounds... this is THE PHOENIX!

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

Jake Steel: Hail to the king!

Caelan Tyler: Somehow I don't think he appreciates the remarks Jake.

Jake Steel: Well when he stops choking in title matches let me know.

Caelan Tyler: Regardless, this is a way to get himself back into the mix. If he wins here Phoenix can choose to have a rematch against Draco or he can decide to take on Ice Man.

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 his tag partner... From Baton Rouge, Louisiana... Weighing in at 168 pounds... She is the NLW Champion... APHRODISIA JORDAN!

Caelan Tyler: This should be an interesting match, considering that Aphrodisia has wins over everyone else in the match, while the other three opponents have never faced each other.

Caelan Tyler: If by interesting you mean useless factoid then I....

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 before patting the Anarchy X title around his waist and heading the ringside. The competitors in the ring stares at him dumbfounded as he makes his way to the announcers' table.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man, what a pleasant surprise, what brings you out here?

The Ice Man: Well you all saw what went down last Uprising when Heat and BP were in the same ring, so I want to try to discourage any trickery on their part. I need my partner for the tournament to be in one piece.

Caelan Tyler: So your partner is in this match? Well we know Aphrodisia is tagging with Draco and BP and Heat are tagging so...

The Ice Man: Yep.

Jake Steel: Why the hell are you tagging with the King of Choke anyways?

The Ice Man: Best the devil you know Jake.

Aphrodisia and BP immediately start to stare each other down, emotions no doubt still running high after what happened last Uprising. Using the distraction to his advantage, Heat quickly levels Aphrodisia with a lariat as the bell rings. BP steps out of the ring, a huge grin on her face as Heat puts the boots on Aph. The referee forces The Phoenix out of the ring as Heat continues his assault, locking the champ in a side headlock. Struggling to free herself, Aph shoves Heat, sending him bouncing off the ropes. She attempts to take him down with a clothesline, but Heat ducks under it and bounces off the other side, and as Aph bounces back he nails her with a flying shoulderblock.

Caelan Tyler: Kevin Heat kicked things off with a cheap shot on Aph, who didn't win herself any fans earlier with her speech.

Jake Steel: Gotta give her credit for telling it like it is.

The Ice Man: It's big talk, I'll be curious to see her put her money where her mouth is.

Caelan Tyler: What?

The Ice Man: When she takes out someone like me, then I'll give props.

Heat quickly applies an armbar, dragging Aph to the corner, where he tags in BP. With bad intentions on her mind BP enters the ring, driving her elbow into the back of Aph's head. Heat releases the hold and exits the ring, with BP continuing her assault on the prone champion. Grabbing Aph by the hair, BP shoots a smirk over to The Phoenix before reaching back... WHAM! Aph falls to the mat from the impact of BP's back hand, trying to gather her wits about herself as BP circles her, delivering boots randomly before dragging Aph back to the corner and tagging in Heat.

Caelan Tyler: Heat and BP doing a good job so far keeping the champ isolated in their corner and applying pressure. They're really showing the cohesiveness that will be important for the tag tournament, as they're the only team in that who have tagged in a NLW ring before, and that's got to make them the favorites.

The Ice Man: See I disagree Caelan, that doesn't play into their favor at all.

Caelan Tyler: ...it doesn't?

The Ice Man: No, they're the only team everyone will have thoroughly scouted for this tournament, which is going to kick out any advantage these few matches they've had will bring.

Jake Steel: Gotta side with Ice Man on this one, although BP and Heat do have the fact that both are a couple of tacos short of a combination plate on their side. Never know what's going to happen next with them around, although you always know abuse is right around the corner!

Abuse is exactly what's on Heat's mind as he lifts Aph up and brings her down with a quick snap suplex. Heat quickly moves to the ropes, spring boarding off of the bottom rope with an asai moonsault. Ph rolls out of the way, and Heat quickly finds himself eating canvas. Aphrodisia takes a moment to right herself as Heat writhes in pain before starting to get up himself. As he gets to his feet Aph greets him with a right before peppering him with jabs. She quickly moves behind him, trying to apply a sleeper hold before Heat does a standing switch, grabbing Aph with a waistlock. Aph delivers an elbow square to Heat's forehead, knocking him backwards. Aph then flips over, bringing her boot down on the top of Heat's head with a Purrfect Ending!

Caelan Tyler: Heat tried to put Aph down with his old finisher the Flamebroiled, but it gave the champ the opportunity she needed to get control back in the match.

Caelan Tyler: They didn't wear her down enough, should've just kept the pressure on.

Jake Steel: Needs more abuse!

Caelan Tyler: Look at what I did when I faced Black Phoenix, I made sure the bitch stayed down.

Caelan Tyler: Definitely hard to disagree with you there, you did a number on her.

Aph quickly goes to her corner, tagging in The Phoenix, who enters the ring as Heat pulls himself back upright. Not wanting to wait to see what Heat would do, Phoenix quickly grabs the #1 contender and tosses him overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Heat lands like a sack of potatoes, and Phoenix continues his assault, stomping on Heat's ankle. Kicking to create some room between himself and his assailant, Heat pulls himself to his feet, only to be met with a quick chop from the big man. The crowd cheers as Phoenix opens up on Heat, hitting him with chop after chop and forcing him into the corner. The Phoenix then backs away, charging the corner and delivering a vertical splash onto Heat, smashing him into the turnbuckles!

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix is in now, and he's starting off on fire after having had to watch is partner get pummeled by Heat and BP.

Jake Steel: Doesn't matter, he'll blow it somehow, he always does.

The Ice Man: You need to watch your mouth and show some respect Jake.

Jake Steel: Why? Dude's blown all his chances!

The Ice Man: When was the last time you got in the ring?

Jake Steel: ...Um, back in 2003...

The Ice Man: Then shut your damn mouth.

After connecting, The Phoenix backs up, waiting for Heat as his opponent stumbles out of the corner like a cheap drunk. Phoenix quickly grabs the smaller man and delivering a textbook exploder suplex! Phoenix quickly hooks the leg.

1...

2...

No! BP enters the ring and drives her boot into Phoenix's head, breaking up the pin attempt.

Caelan Tyler: Beautiful exploder suplex by Phoenix there, but BP was able to break up the pin.

The Ice Man: Too bad, Heat looked like he was down for that one.

Jake Steel: Only way that would've put down Heat is if Phoenix had botched it like he botched that Immolation on poor Cade McCaffrey.

Caelan Tyler: Come on now Jake, that was a freak accident!

Jake Steel: It's a damn shame, just because Venom is gone doesn't mean someone else needs to start up his reckless ways!

The Ice Man: Gotta do what you gotta do.

Undaunted, Phoenix pulls Heat to his feet, lifting him up and dropping him leg-first across his knee. Kevin falls to the mat, clutching his leg as The Phoenix tags Aphrodisia back in, who immediately uses her steel-toed boots to stomp on Heat's leg before she moves over and climbs to the top turnbuckle, patiently waiting for Heat to get up. Kevin does slowly limp to his feet, and Aph flips off of the top turnbuckle, land on Heat's shoulders and flipping him over with the Final Aphrodisiac! He grabs his legs as the ref counts the pin:

1...

2...

No! Heat is able to shove Aph off of him before the three count!

Caelan Tyler: The pressure is being kept on by a series of high impact moves by Aphrodisia and The Phoenix, although I think this clearly illustrates the problems caused by size disadvantages.

The Ice Man: Definitely, Aph just didn't have the weight to keep Heat pinned down for the three count, and you better believe that will come into play.

Jake Steel: She's definitely no tub like The Phoenix is.

The Ice Man: Bulk is useful Jake, look at me, I'm 275 pounds of iron. When I put you down with a big move you're going to be staying down.
Jake Steel: Um, point taken.

Looking to keep the pressure on, Aph quickly pulls Heat to his feet, but Kevin is able to cut her off with a knee. Aph backs up and bounces off the ropes, looking for a clothesline but all she gets for her effort is Heartburn! Aph drops as Heat nails her in the chest with a superkick, and Heat hobbles over to his corner, tagging in Black Phoenix. BP quickly enters the ring, grabbing Aph and slamming her to the mat with a sambo suplex. BP quickly follows that up by mounting Aph and delivering elbows to her head.

Caelan Tyler: Heat was able to get BP into the match, and she's quickly taken control with her unorthodox offense.

The Ice Man: She hits a lot harder than you'd think someone of her size could. She rocked me with those elbows when I faced her.

Jake Steel: It's that crazy bitch strength she's got.

Caelan Tyler: Besides her wrestling training BP is also an expert in several martial arts, and she showed that here with her use of Sambo and now her mounted strikes.

Jake Steel: Or as I call them, crazy bitch moves #214 and 370.

Aph manages to get her arms up to protect herself, and BP grabs her by the hair, dragging her up as she stands, hooking Aph's belt and head and lifting her into the air. She holds for a few moments before delivering a brainbuster on the champ! BP quickly goes for the pin.

1...

2...

No! Aph got her shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: After not being able to take the champ out with the elbow strikes she moved to using more standard wrestling moves with that brainbuster.

Jake Steel: That's that crazy bitch strength I mentioned before! Aph only snuck by BP last Uprising because BP put herself through a table.

The Ice Man: She can definitely dish it out and take it, if not for the fact that Phoenix is relatively fresh still I'd say Aph's in real trouble.

Jake Steel: Yeah, like Phoenix is going to save the day.

Caelan Tyler: He's more than held his own so far.

Jake Steel: That's because he hasn't been in the ring much yet.

Frustration is starting to sink in as BP drags the champ to her feet. Motioning towards Heat to be ready, BP wraps her hand around Aph's throat, lifting her up and driving her to the mat with two-handed chokeslam! BP quickly stands up, taunting the crowd and pointing down to Aph before turning back to face Aph. Much to BP's chagrin, Aph kips up, wrapping her legs around BP's neck and bringing her over with a hurricanrana! Using the distraction, Aph leaps across the ring, tagging The Phoenix! As she does though, she plants her leg wrong and twists her knee, causing her to collapse to the mat. The referee goes to check on her as BP gets up, only to catch a lariat from The Phoenix. Kevin Heat enters the ring, and he too receives a lariat for his trouble. Heat quickly rolls out to ringside and The Phoenix continues his assault on BP.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix back into the match here, but it looks like Aph might've hurt her knee there.

Caelan Tyler: Well that'll suck for them.

The Ice Man: So Jake, I have a question for you.

Jake Steel: Ah, okay.

The Ice Man: I am sitting here wondering, how does this match rate on the patented 'Steel Scale of Abuse?'

Jake Steel: I'd have to say that this match rates at about a five, five and a half so far.

The Ice Man: Well let's see if I can kick it up a notch or two.

The Ice Man stands up from the announcer's table, removes his headpiece, and wraps his belt around his waist. He then picks up the steel chair he had been sitting on and moves to where Kevin Heat is pulling himself to his feet. As he turns around The Ice Man swings the chair, nearly decapitating his victim. After tossing the chair down, Ice picks Kevin Heat up and throws his head first into the ring post before picking the chair up and returning to the announcer's table.

Jake Steel: God damn!

The Ice Man: So, did I kick it up a notch?

Jake Steel: Definitely!

Caelan Tyler: Well now Heat's out at ringside and the referee is still tending to Aph!

Back in the ring, The Phoenix continues his assault on BP, hitting a northern lights suplex on her. Aph gets back into her corner, and the referee turns back to the match as The Phoenix scoop slams BP to the mat. Noticing that Heat isn't in his corner, the referee goes and notices him at ringside. As the referee is checking on Heat, Phoenix whips BP into the corner where Aph is standing. As Phoenix moves closer, he notices Aph reaching into her boot and pulling out an object. Phoenix steps back a bit cautiously as Aph brings down the leather blackjack right across the back of BP's head. BP stumbles out of the corner, looking as if she has no idea where she's at as Phoenix quickly hoists her up onto his shoulders and delivers Immolation! With BP down and out The Phoenix goes and climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaping off for The Flashfire! As Phoenix connects Aph grabs the referee, pointing him to the ring, where he sees Phoenix make the pin:

1...

2...

3!

The bell rings, and the crowd cheers as The Phoenix stands up, lifting his arms in victory.

Zach King: Here are your winners... APHRODISIA JORDAN AND THE PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix did it! He got the pin!

Jake Steel: Shock of shocks...

Caelan Tyler: I told you he could... Wait a second!

Aphrodisia slides into the ring, her NLW Championship in hand. The Phoenix turns to face her and he quickly feels the sting of steel as Aph cracks him right in the face with her title! Ice Man quickly throws down his headset and rushes into the ring, back Aphrodisia bails, walking down the aisle with a sick grin on her face, holding up her title while Ice Man tries to help The Phoenix get his bearings.

Caelan Tyler: We're out of time here, see you next show!