The scene opens with a limo pulling up and coming to a stop...

The door opens...

???: HAPPY DAYS...ARE HERE AGAIN!

None other than Jin Royale, and a small but very decisive part of the crowd goes *berserk*, Jason Stone popping out of the other end of the limo.

Jin Royale: Doesn't it feel different, Stoner? The air, the ground beneath your feet, the whole thing? It makes me feel ALIVE!

Jason Stone: ...Well, I wouldn't put it that way, but...yeah, it's nice. It's real nice, man.

Jin steps out of the limo in a full black suit, blue vest covering his chest, brushing it off; Jason Stone looks almost as dapper, wearing a white suit slightly stained by fruit punch.

Jason Stone: Lousy speed bumps.

Jin Royale: Speed bumps on the road of life, Stoner. I feel so...NOT SAD. It's incredible, it's awesome, and I love it. You know what?

Jason Stone: What?

Jin Royale: I think you should use it.

Jason seems to immediately blink rapidly in response, moving to Jin's side.

Jason Stone: Dude, come on, I tore my SCROTUM using that move, no.

Jin Royale: I'm serious! It's a crowd pleaser. If you see the spot, go for it.

Jason Stone: ...Even if you say no at the time?

Jin Royale: Well, of course I'm going to say no at the TIME. Go ahead.

Jason Stone: ...Alright. Good luck out there, man.

Jin nods, shaking Jason's hand roughly, and the Canadian walks ahead of him to get ready; Jin himself slides a pair of Ray-Bans out from his pocket and over his eyes, leaning back.

Jin Royale: Finally...what the people...came to *see*.

With a thunderous reaction to that from the fans, Jin Royale heads into the arena.

'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, followed by images of the last Uprising, where the tag tournament was held. In the opening rounds Southern Comfort defeated the Hollywood Blondes, Society topped Street Shark and Theo Mason, The Ice Man and The Phoenix beat The Black Phoenix and Kevin Heat, and Aphrodisia Jordan and Draco defeated Eliminator and Archangel. In the finals of the event, the new NLW Commissioner Silver Cyanide declared the match a Hazardous Ladder Match, and Society came out on top, with NLW newcomers Fusion issuing a challenge to Society. The scene cuts to ringside, with Jake Steel and Caelan Tyler.

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome to Uprising, where we got lots of action planned tonight!

Jake Steel: If by lots of action you mean an absolutely badass main event and so-so other things then you're damn right!

Caelan Tyler: The main event will be crazy, with Aphrodisia Jordan defending her NLW Championship in a Taipei Death Match against the Anarchy X Champion The Ice Man!

Jake Steel: ABUSE!

Caelan Tyler: We also got newcomers The Jackrabbit and Plague facing off, Eliminator facing Dan Koehler, Talon taking on Inferno, a sparring session between the returning members of High Impact, and a six pack challenge to determine the #1 Contender for the NLW Championship!

Jake Steel: Cannot wait for that main event!

The camera cuts back to the locker room, where Eliminator is doing some last minute jumping jacks to get ready for his match with Dan Koehler. He leaves the locker room and walks intently to the curtain where he will make his grand entrance for his match. Unfortunately, he doesn't pay attention and fails to account for Jin Royale, walking at
a snail's pace because he's playing Pokemon Pearl on his shiny pink Nintendo DS.

Jin Royale: This should do it! Alright, Raichu! Use Thunderbolt!

Unfortunately, Eliminator's intensity combined with the DS's stranglehold on Jin combined to form a massive lack of attention, causing Eliminator to bump into Jin.

Jin Royale: What the hell are you doing? You almost caused me to drop my DS!

Eliminator: What the hell are you doing still playing Pokemon?

Jin Royale: Pokemon is fun, unlike you.

Jin stares blankly at Eliminator.

Jin Royale: Who are you, anyway?

Eliminator: I'm Eliminator, the guy who should have been on top of the wrestling world. Instead, it had to settle for people like you on top.

Jin bursts out laughing.

Jin Royale: The way I remember it, you couldn't cut it. Anyway, I'm sorry if you want to be the Seifer to my Squall, that role is already taken by Jason Stone! You can settle for the Fujin to Stoner's Seifer, I'm sure he'd be appreciative of it. Ratings would improve if you rarely talked, and when you did, in short choppy sentences. That's what you do anyway. Plus, Seifer is much cooler than you and could kick your ass any day of the week.

Eliminator has a puzzled look on his face.

Eliminator: Huh?

Jin Royale: Who are you facing, anyway?

Eliminator: Dan Koehler.

Jin Royale: When are you going to stop taking on nobodies and accept a real challenge?

Eliminator: Hey, I didn't ask for the match.

Jin puts on his patented '^_^' face.

Jin Royale: Good luck, anyway. Not like you'll need it. Oh, and I almost forgot. Apologize to my DS!

Eliminator refuses to apologize, walking off instead.

Caelan Tyler: Eliminator better be focused, his match is next!

With the song 'Bring Da Ruckus' by Wu-Tang Clan, Dan Koehler's visage appears on the screen, larger than life, showing several events in his career that left his hands, feet, knees, elbows and body bloody. The screen is highlighting the red in bright, vibrant hues while the rest of the picture is washed out in a gray and white motif.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 233 Pounds... DAN KOEHLER!

Jake Steel: And now the part of our broadcast where I go to sleep!

Caelan Tyler: Hey, now! It's not THAT ba-

Jake Steel: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

'Thunderkiss '65' plays as Eliminator makes his way from the back. He slowly walks to the ring, paying no attention to the crowd. He methodically walks up the stairs, entering the ring. He paces around a bit and looks at the back, waiting for the match to start.

Zach King: His opponent, making his way to the ring...from
Nashville, Tennessee... Weighing in at 305 pounds... ELIMINATOR!

Caelan Tyler: Well...well, I for one am convinced that this will be a decent opening match! I'll have to commentate on my own.

Jake Steel: ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

It's a contrast of styles as the bell sounds to begin our opening contest. Koehler looks a bit wary locking up with the larger man, but finally does so, locking in a hammerlock in the process. Eliminator pauses for a moment before trying a back elbow, which Koehler ducks. The momentum spins Eliminator around, and the Nashville native brings down his opponent with an arm drag takedown, locking in a side headlock afterwards.

Caelan Tyler: Some chain wrestling to start here by Eliminator, which is unusual for a man his size.

Only a few seconds pass before Eliminator decides that he's had enough as he makes his way to his feet. He shoves Koehler to the ropes, and the Canadian is dropped by a shoulder block off the rebound. Undaunted, he is quickly back to his feet, but is dropped
again by a hard right punch to the jaw. Eliminator waits for his opponent to get back up, and slams him for his efforts. Koehler refuses to stay down, however, and Eliminator finally forces his opponent into a corner. The ref asks for a clean break, and for a brief moment we might have gotten one. However, Koehler is quick to utilize a double-leg takedown from the corner, sending the larger man down and applying a...spinning toe hold?

Caelan Tyler: Well, that's unusual! Odd technical maneuver to bring out...let's see if it bears fruit!

The rather unorthodox technical hold has bought Koehler a chance to gather his bearings, and as Eliminator tries to kick his way out of the hold, Koehler changes his grip, cinching on the leg as he turns Eliminator over into a half Boston (or is that Toronto?) Crab. It does not take long for Eliminator to make his way to the ropes to break the hold, however. A clean break ensues, and the two close back in once more. This time, Eliminator drives a knee to the gut of Koehler, before a whip into the ropes leads to a back elbow to the face of Koehler. The Canadian is back up, however, and is soon sent into the air, courtesy of an Eliminator back body drop. Eliminator is quick to fall into a rather lax cover, only to have Koehler kick out at one and a half.

Caelan Tyler: It should take a little more than that to put Koehler away.

Jake Steel: ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz....Zzz...zzzzz....zzzz....z...

Caelan Tyler: ...I hate to say it, but this is actually kind of nice.

Koehler makes his way back to his feet, but trips up Eliminator who was rushing in at him. The man from Nashville stun guns himself on the middle rope, and Koehler goes to the opposite side, coming off the ropes for added momentum. Instead of jumping on Eliminator's back, Koehler instead slides under the bottom rope next to Eliminator and
cold-cocks him with a stiff right uppercut, sending Eliminator sprawling back into the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Eliminator serving some hard time now, courtesy of that nice right fist of Dan Koehler!

Dan Koehler slides back into the ring, waiting for Eliminator to stand before hooking him up and landing a textbook side belly-to-belly suplex. Koehler seems to have the momentum on his side as drops a knee, now two, onto the left shoulder of Eliminator, perhaps already working on softening up the arms for his finisher. This is quickly
followed by a Fujiwara armbar, applying more pressure to the shoulder and arm.

Caelan Tyler: Koehler channeling Jason Stone here as he works that arm! Might be softening him up for the finish here? Hard to say, though Eliminator looks like he's got quite a bit more in him.

Eliminator is trying to make his way to the ropes by any method he can, and finally does after the hold has been on for about 30 seconds, by getting his feet on the bottom rope. Koehler seems reluctant to break the hold but finally does, as Eliminator is clutching his left arm in pain. He is slow to get up, but as he gets to his knees Koehler
comes in with a standing dropkick to the shoulder of Eliminator, who lands hard on the canvas after a shot like that. Quick cover by Koehler:

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2--no, still too much left in the tank as Eliminator pops the right shoulder up.

Caelan Tyler: Thought as much!

Jake Steel: Mmmn...is it...is it time for a match that's worthwhile yet...?

Caelan Tyler: Koehler just went for the pin, an-

Jake Steel: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz...

Caelan Tyler: ...I know I should stop him, but it's so easy to commentate by myself.

Koehler is undaunted as Eliminator uses the ropes to get back to his feet. He waits a second and comes charging in with a clothesline--but Eliminator drops him with a huge spinebuster from out of nowhere! Both men are down as the ref begins the obligatory
ten-count. Koehler must have been affected more than expected by that spinebuster, as he is barely moving while Eliminator gets to his feet.

Caelan Tyler: Sweet Mary, that spinebuster must've KILLED Dan Koehler! That rocked him all over! Is he dead?

Jake Steel: Dead...? Mmmn? Carnage?! Is action finally happening?!

Caelan Tyler: Ah. You're awake. *deadpan*

Eliminator casually walks over, and grabs Koehler by the head...wait, small package by Koehler!

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Kickout at two and a half!

As Eliminator gets up, one can see that he is rather...irritated...as he rains down right hands on his opponent, only stopping when the referee jumps in to break the carnage.

Jake Steel: Come on, ref, why'd you break it up? He was
giving him the business!

Caelan Tyler: Seriously, Jake, you need help.

Jake Steel: Just like your mom did last night!

Caelan Tyler: Why do I bother...?

Grabbing the head of Koehler, Eliminator whips him into the far side ropes, and nearly decapitates him with a hard lariat on the rebound! Eliminator seems to be in total control at this point as he closes on his prey, not even trying to be the least bit cautious.
Koehler is unceremoniously pulled to his feet and is quickly wrapped up in a side bearhug by his larger opponent.

Jake Steel: THERE WE GO! KILL HIM! WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!!!

Caelan Tyler: You've been asleep for over half this match! Why are you getting into it now?!

Jake Steel: This is my favorite part of any Dan Koehler match!

Caelan Tyler: The end?

Jake Steel: For the most part.

The crowd starts to come alive, trying to will some life back into Dan Koehler as Eliminator cinches on the hold a little tighter. A bell clap to the head seems to shake Eliminator, but the hold is not broken. A second nearly does it and the third finally causes the breaking of the hold. Eliminator looks to rush in with a clothesline but Koehler catches him instead with a STO-type throw to stop the momentum, as both men lay winded on the mat once again.

Jake Steel:Damn, I thought it was over!

The referee begins to once again exercise his ten-count, although this time it's Koehler to his feet at the count of eight that stops the procession of numbers. Eliminator staggers back to his feet and walks into a vertical suplex from the Canadian, who is starting to
come alive. Eliminator is slow to get to a sitting position, but Koehler catches him in the back regardless with another dropkick to the shoulder, still trying to weaken the arm for the submission finish.

Jake Steel: What is it with Canadians and submissions anyway? Is it something they get at birth?

Caelan Tyler: I think not.

Jake Steel: I know you don't. HAH!

Koehler lines himself up behind Eliminator, looking to apply The Bitter End and finish the match, but as he tries to get his opponent in position, Eliminator drops straight south, using a modified jawbreaker to stop the momentum. Koehler staggers back for a moment, and then is propelled forward by the ropes into the grasp of Eliminator, who despite the weakened arm subjects Koehler to The Process of Elimination! Koehler is not moving at all as Eliminator makes the cover...

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2

3!

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...
ELIMINATOR!

Caelan Tyler: Eliminator with the impressive win here!

Jake Steel: Dunno if I'd call beating up a Canadian impressive.

Caelan Tyler: He still got the win.

The scene cuts backstage, where Charisma Finch is stood, doing her best to look good for the cameras.

Charisma Finch: And I'm being joined here now by two of NLW's newcomers, they are Talon and The Jackrabbit, but together they are...

The Jackrabbit: Shortbread?

Charisma Finch: Uh.. sorry?

The Jackrabbit: Shortbread? Do you want some?

The Jackrabbit has stepped on-screen, waving his sugary snack in Charisma's face. He is wearing his usual get-up of NLW T-shirt and blue tartan shorts, kneepads and elbow pads already on, ready for tonight's action. He is flanked by the large figure of Talon, clad in his usual leather trenchcoat.

Charisma Finch: Uh, no thanks. I'm on a diet...

The Jackrabbit: Your loss, y'know?

Charisma Finch: Sure... uh.. yeah, together they are...

The Jackrabbit: Chocolate crispy cake?

Talon: Enough Jay. We did not come to trouble with talk of biscuits. As was almost stated, we are Fusion. Through pain both inflicted and felt, and paths walked innumerable, we are as one in the fight. And such must we take our fight to NLW.

Charisma Finch: Uh... yeah. Talon, Jackrabbit, why did you challenge Society?

Talon: For that the reason is simple. We come to fight, for such is our trade. When the requests for fighters went out, and we received no invitation, we were slighted. Such slights are deep and biting, and can only be repaid in blood. Of course, it would be unseemly to seek the blood of those who sent the invitations - at this stage. So when I sought a pair of sacrificial lambs to sate the outrage, Society was our evident choice.

The Jackrabbit: Heya 'Rabbit Fans! Darn... did I miss my cue?

Charisma Finch: Just a little. Jackrabbit, do you have anything to add? A comment to your opponent tonight, Plague, perhaps?

The Jackrabbit: Oh yeeeeah, Plaque! I nearlys forgot about him. There's so much to remember in this En-El-Dub y'know, Carrotsma...

Charisma Finch: Charisma...

The Jackrabbit: First I gotsa remember this Plaque, 'cos he's real important here. They needs people to lose matches. It's okay, though, cos Plaque is an angel. A tooth fairy, sorta. Then I gotsa remember the Sauce City peoples... they've got something we want. That Tag Team title is gonna be ours... if Sauce City can even find the guts to be accepting the challenge we made. They should have guts.. well, there's two of 'um, so at least one of them must have guts. If Sauce City don't listen to us, though... well, we'll make it loud and clear for 'um. Then I've gotta remember crazy announcer women's names, like yours, Carrotsma...

Talon places a hand on The Jackrabbit's shoulder, bringing the animated man immediately to silence. He pushes Charisma's microphone away as she moves it towards his mouth.

Talon: The interview is over.

The Jackrabbit: Ciao for now, bucko!

Caelan Tyler: Well at least now we know why Fusion challenged Society, but not sure if they'll accept or not.

Jake Steel: Man, I like Talon's style.

Caelan Tyler: You would.

Within Temptation's 'See Who I Am' plays as Inferno comes out from the back. The masked wrestler salutes the fans before making his way down to the ring.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from London, England... Weighing in at 230lbs... INFEEEEERRRRNNNOOOOO!

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

Caelan Tyler: This is Inferno's second match here, as he lost his first against Street Shark two Uprisings ago.

Jake Steel: So what you're saying is we shouldn't care about this guy?

Caelan Tyler: No, I'm not saying that at all!

Jake Steel: Too bad, that's what I'm doing.

The crowd cheers loudly and then 'I Stand Alone' by Godsmack blares across the arena. There's complete black out, then from behind each turnbuckle a spotlight shine into the center of the ring. On the last is Talon, arms out-stretched to his sides, with two lengths of lead piping in his hands. After a moment's pause, Talon jumps into the ring, and paces around, throwing his piping to the turnbuckle.

Zach King: And his opponent, standing at 6 foot 8 inches... Weighing in at 280 Pounds... TALON!

Caelan Tyler: Talon is one of the several newcomers here in NLW, and a very well decorated one at that.

Jake Steel: He's got an awesome style.

The bell rings as both men approach each other. Talon's size and weight advantage is quite obvious. Inferno opts out of beginning the match with a lock up and runs into the ropes and comes with a flying dropkick that rocks Talon but doesn’t take him down. Inferno hits another dropkick that again rocks Talon but doesn’t take him down. He attempts to Irish whip Talon but Talon reverses it. Inferno comes off the ropes and Talon with a shoulder block knocks Inferno down on his back. Talon attempts to drop the elbow but Inferno moves out of the way causing Talon's elbow too crash into the canvas. Before he can get up Inferno quickly grasps a side headlock on Talon and wrenches it in. After a few seconds on the ground Talon pushes himself up but he's still in the headlock. He backs up into the ropes and throws Inferno off. Inferno bounces off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Talon. Talon spins around as Inferno bounces off the ropes again and attempts a cross body but Talon catches him. Talon holds on him for a few seconds before giving him a hard body slam on the mat. Inferno arches his back in pain.

Caelan Tyler: Inferno trying to use his quickness here but Talon was ready for him.

Jake Steel: Crush, kill, destroy!

Talon bends down and grabs Inferno by the throat and picks him up. With a hard thrust he throws Inferno into the corner and begins to wail away at his body with shots to the ribs, chest, stomach then finally a hard forearm smash to the chin. Inferno is rocked but he doesn't fall as he's leaning into the corner. Talon grabs him and pulls him into the middle of the ring. He throws him into the ropes and as he comes off he attempts to big boot him but Inferno slides under it. Talon turns around but Inferno grabs a leg and successfully does a single leg take down! Inferno attempts a spinning toehold but Talon gets his free leg and kicks Inferno in the butt throwing him into the ropes again. Talon is quickly up to his feet but Inferno holds on to the ropes so not to rebound. Talon charges but Inferno drops down pulling on the top rope causing Talon to go over and crash to the outside. Talon shakes his head trying to dust the cob webs off from the fall. He stands up and looks up in time to see Inferno attempt a tope through the ropes... but Talon counters...with a closed fist into the face of the diving Inferno. The crowd groans as Inferno flops to the ground holding his face.

Caelan Tyler: OUCH!

Jake Steel: WHOO! I knew I'd like Talon! Ground that high-flying twit!

Talon wastes no time picking him up realizing he just got himself an opening. He lifts Inferno up over his head in a gorilla press position on the outside as the ref is count. He charges and throws Inferno while diving to the floor on top of the guardrail. After a second or so of lying on top of the guardrail Inferno falls off landing back in the ringside area. However, he's badly hurt. Talon walks over to Inferno and picks him up. He throws him back in the ring and steps up on the Apron and re-enters the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Talon seemingly just toying with Inferno at this point.

Jake Steel: This is awesome, like cat and mouse, except the cat is 'roid raging!

Inferno is rolling on the ground hurt trying to roll away from Talon who puts a foot on him to stop him from rolling. Talon bends down and picks Inferno up. He Irish whips him into the ropes again and this time he nails the big boot Inferno falling on his back unmoving. Talon finally goes for a pin attempt but only gets two as Inferno despite the pain and abuse is able to get a shoulder up. Talon lifts Inferno's head up a bit and delivers some punches to the head before helping him stand up. He puts Inferno's head between his legs going for an early Hunter Instinct but Inferno drops to a knee to keep him from pulling off the move. Talon punishes him for doing so by giving repeated and continuous double ax handle smashes into the back of Inferno before scooping him up on his shoulder taking a few steps and power slamming him down to the mat! He goes for another cover... one... two... Inferno again gets his shoulder up keeping the match alive as the crowd applauds Inferno's will to continue.

Caelan Tyler: Talon continues his assault, but Inferno is hanging in there.

Jake Steel: He's hanging in there like an idiot! Just give up already! Sheesh!

Talon mounts Inferno and begins to deliver a variety of punches to the face as the Ref gives him a five count to stop. Right when the ref is about to count to five Talon gets off of Inferno and picks him up. He picks Inferno up and rocks him with a few head buts before lifting him up in another gorilla press position. Instead of falling forward and tossing him though he just does the usual gorilla press slam. Talon drags him into place and goes to the apron and begins to climb the top rope. The crowd stirs knowing what is coming. Talon is on top preparing for death from above. Talon launches himself but at the last second Inferno moves out of the way and Talon crashes to the mat his head giving a sick bounce. The crowd roars knowing the match is going to continue. Inferno is pulling himself up while Talon is pushing himself back up with his hands. Inferno decides to make a quick move and does a baseball slide into one of Talon’s arms knocking him back down.

Caelan Tyler: Inferno doing what he can to survive here.

Jake Steel: It's all for naught.

Inferno's strategy is now set as he extends the arm out and begins to repeatedly drop a knee on it. He then stands up and leaps in the air double stomping the out stretched arm. Significant damage has now been done to Talon's arm as Talon tries to push himself back up. He’s up on his feet but Inferno hits a drop kick hitting Talon in the injured arm. Inferno then takes Talon down with a single arm take down... AND LOCKS IN A FUJIWARA ARMBAR!!! The crowd is going on their feet anticipating the possibility of seeing a submission from Talon. The Ref is checking Talon asking if he wishes to submit but there's no way that's happening it seems. Talon with his free arm begins to inch toward the ropes as Inferno is really pulling back up on the arm now. Talon's almost there... but his movement's now been stalled due to the pain.

Caelan Tyler: That armbar by Inferno could steal it here!

Jake Steel: PSH! And I'm the King of Europe.

Inferno really pushing up with his feet applying all the pressure he can. Talon pushes himself up with one arm and finally moves to the side with a burst of power to and gets his hand to the ropes. Inferno releases the hold cleanly and backs up... annoyed that he couldn't make Talon submit. Talon begins to stand up but Inferno is climbing up to the top rope. Talon looks around trying to find Inferno. He turns around and sees Inferno who tries to hit a cross body from the tope rope. TALON CATCHES HIM AGAIN THOUGH! He goes for another body slam but Inferno holds on to the arm flipping Talon over in the process... Inferno quickly sets up and CROSS ARM BREAKER APPLIED! Talon wastes no time scooting across the ring and getting his foot draped over the ropes. Inferno twice has had Talon down for a submission hold and it's failed, despite working on the arm for most of the match.

Caelan Tyler: Inferno keeps trying to win with those armbars, but no dice.

Jake Steel: No dice indeed, only a matter of time before snake eyes and BAM! Talon strikes!

Caelan Tyler: ...That didn't even make sense.

Inferno decides to go for his signature finisher as he pulls on Talon's leg and pulls him to the middle of the ring. He begins attempting to set him up for the Furnace but Talon is fighting it. Inferno bends his head down to low and Talon hits him right in the face with a closed first keeping the hold from happening. The one fist is good enough to cause Inferno to spin around and drop to a knee. Talon forces himself up and as Inferno gets back up and turns around he’s nailed down with a clothesline. However, Talon hits him with the hurt arm and does damage to himself as he tries to shake it off. This gives Inferno time to get up and go for another drop kick but Talon swats it away with his good arm! Inferno stands back up and with his good arm talon grabs him in a blatant choke... setting up for a choke slam.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like Talon is looking for a chokeslam here!

Jake Steel: Yes! Finish this!

He lifts Inferno up with one hand but Inferno is able to reverse it... grab Talon's head on the way down and send him crashing with a vicious DDT! He crawls on top of Talon and hooks the leg... ONE... TWO... KICK OUT BY TALON! Inferno can't believe it as Talon rolls over to his side. Inferno comes over and locks on a half nelson on Talon and turns him over in a half nelson pin attempt for one... Two... Talon is able to kick out of that amateur wrestling pin as well. Talon drops an elbow on Talon and goes to the apron and begins to ascend to the top rope. Talon though is back up on his feet and with his good arm punches Inferno neutralizing him on the top. Talon climbs to the second rope and begins to hit forearms to Inferno’s chin. Inferno attempts to fight back though hitting open hand strikes at Talon. He puts Talon's head between his legs... going to attempt a sunset flip from the top rope but instead... TALON BACK BODY DROPS HIM FROM THE TOP ROPE!! Inferno hits the mat hard as Talon comes down from the second rope and turns around.

Caelan Tyler: HUGE back body drop there by Talon.

Jake Steel: OW!

He picks up Inferno and sets him up for a one handed choke slam again. He lifts him up and DRIVES HIM DOWN TO THE MAT! Inferno is out cold or at least that's how it seems as Talon goes for the pin attempt. One... Two... KICK OUT AGAIN! Talon just picks Inferno up again. He stands up Inferno who is wobbly on his feet. He backs up. Talon cold and calculating... hits Inferno in the face with an ax kick causing him to fall down to the mat and roll over on his back. Inferno despite his valiant effort in this match has no more energy in the tank. That's not enough for Talon though who goes out to the apron and begins to make his way to the top rope. He's up on the top and he doesn’t waste any time at all this time as he comes off with the DEATH FROM ABOVE! His Head smacking right into Inferno's head. He covers Inferno the crowd doesn't even count along cause they know it's over. ONE... TWO... THREE!

Zach King: Here is your winner... TALLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

Caelan Tyler: Talon with an impressive victory here over the young Inferno.

Jake Steel: The jobber goes CRUNCH!

As the show gets started the cameras cut to the parking lot. All is silent for the first few moments, but then a low roar can be heard coming from outside. The camera man begins walking towards the entrance to see what it is making the noise as it gets louder, but before he can make it The Ice Man turns the corner on his Harley. As the camera man quickly moves out of the way we can see that The Ice Man is wearing a Boston Celtics jersey. The camera man turns quickly as he passes and focuses in on the back of the jersey which simply reads 'ICE'. A few moments later Ice finds a parking spot and climbs off of his motorcycle and turns towards the camera, removing his sunglasses and taking a deep breath.

The Ice Man: Ahhh, Boston. Home of the NBA champions. I love this town.

With that The Ice Man puts his glasses back on and turns back around, walking towards the locker room as the crowd can be heard screaming in response to his comments.

Caelan Tyler: Ice man has arrived, and he looks ready for tonight!

Jake Steel: He better be.

Zach King: Our next contest is a singles bout and is
scheduled for one fall!

The arena goes still as the lights go black and a spot light shines on the entrance ramp. It reveals a man standing alone a guitar slung in front of him, wearing a black leather trenchcoat.

PLAGUE STANDS ALONE!

The figure turns around and slides the pick up the guitar string, creating a loud screech of feedback throughout the arena.

1, 2, 3, 4! AWWWWHHHHA FUCKIN HOSTILE!!

The pyros flash behind Plague, creating a wall of sparks and smoke. He begins his way down to the ring, sliding the guitar behind him. The words the PLAGUE HAS STRUCK appear individually on the jumbotron behind him.

Almost every day, I see the same face
on broken picture tube, it fits the attitude
if you could see yourself, you put you on a shelf
your verbal masturbate, promise to nauseate
today I'll play the part of non-parent
not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself
not lie and make you believe what's evil
is making love, and making friends, and meeting god your own way
the right way.

He stops halfway down to the ring and smiles at the crowd, before pulling his shades off and sprinting forward leaping up onto the apron and turns back towards the entrance and jumbotron. It now shows Plague's greatest feats in OWF, ASW and other feds.

To see, to bleed, cannot be taught
in turn, you're making us fucking hostile
we stand alone.

He walks along the apron and climbs onto the right turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd, before stretching his arms out, holding his guitar in his left hand and his right balled into a fist.

The truth in right and wrong
the boundaries of the law
you seem to miss the point
arresting for a joint?!
you seem to wonder why
hundreds of people die
you're writing tickets man
my mom gets jumped, they ran!
now I'll play a public servant
to serve and protect by the law and the state
I'd bust the punks that rape, steal, and murder
and leave you be, if you crossed me, I'd shake your hand like a man,
not a god.

Plague seamless leaps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring awaiting his opponent as his music fades away into the last chorus.

To see, to bleed, cannot be taught
in turn, you're making us fucking hostile
we stand alone.

Zach King: Making his way to the ring first, from Toronto, Ontario... Weighing in at 200 Pounds... PLAGUE!
Caelan Tyler:And here's Plague! Expecting some good things from this gentleman!

Jake Steel:Maybe, but I don't know about this match.

The arena lights dim, and hysterical laughter sounds through the arena. 'Out Of My Head' by Puddle Of Mudd begins to play, as smoke fills the entrance-ramp and blue strobe lights scan the arena. Onto the ramp steps The Jackrabbit. He is wearing one of his trademark 'Jackrabbit' T-Shirts, and his plaid, wrestling shorts, with black elbow pads and boots. The Jackrabbit begins to walk down the ramp as the music picks up, and he then runs and slides into the ring as blue strobe lights scan the arena. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and laughs out loud to himself, raising both arms and wriggling the index fingers on each (doing his pose) as the fans cheer him. The Jackrabbit then jumps back down, and paces the ring.

Zach King: And his opponent, from parts unknown... Weighing in at 256 Pounds... THE JACKRABBIT!

Caelan Tyler:...

Jake Steel:I'm lost for words as to how this is going to go. I feel like I'm watching Space Jam.

The bell sounds, and this match is underway. Plague looks deadly serious in the ring, while Jackrabbit seems to be having a bit more fun than anyone should be allowed to have in the ring by law. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, and Plague with a standing switch, leading to a waist lock takedown. Jackrabbit is quick to sit up out of it, then gets back to his feet. Standing switch again and now Jackrabbit is in control...and he gives Plague a wedgie??

Caelan Tyler: A wedgie?

Jake Steel: A Greco-Roman wedgie!

After a few seconds of embarrassment, Plague escapes the hold as Jackrabbit jumps up and down, as if he just won the NLW Championship. Shaking his head, Plague comes in again, locking Jackrabbit in an arm wringer. Jackrabbit reverses, getting Plague in the same move, except that Plague rolls forward to lessen the torque on his arm before a back leg trip sends Jackrabbit to the mat. Quickly Plague gets his opponent in a seated chinlock, driving his knee into the back of Jackrabbit as he wrenches back on the head.

Caelan Tyler: Plague laying down the law here!

Jake Steel: I keep expecting Jackrabbit to pull a hammer out of his ass or something.

Once again, Jackrabbit is able to make his way to his feet, forcing a transition into a side headlock. A shove into the ropes follows, and a shoulder block attempt by Plague backfires, sending him down to the mat. He's back up quickly, though, and comes off the ropes again, ducking a Jackrabbit clothesline and transitioning it into a crucifix for the cover!

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2, and Jackrabbit is out right after the two. Both men back to their feet, and a snap mare sends 'Rabbit to the mat, and that is quickly followed by a dropkick to the back from the Toronto native, as Jackrabbit winces in obvious pain.

Caelan Tyler: I don't think he thought that was funny at all!

Plague seems to be in control in the early going, as he pulls his opponent to his feet, and promptly kicks him in the gut. He then hooks him up and grabs the leg, landing a textbook fisherman's suplex that he likes to call Quarantined. He doesn't bridge into the cover, however, preferring to let Jackrabbit feel all of the impact as he gets back to his feet. A mixed reaction from the crowd follows as he taunts his opponent, who is slowly getting back to his feet. 'Rabbit finally gets to a vertical base, and closes in on Plague, who returns fire with a Dropkick from Hell! Another cover from Plague:

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Kickout at two and a half, as Jackrabbit gets the left shoulder off the mat!

Plague has hit a couple of high-impact maneuvers, and as 'Rabbit slowly tries to get to his feet Plague looks to hit another, as he is lining his opponent up...charge out of the corner, but 'Rabbit leapfrogs the spear attempt and gets Plague in a school boy!

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2--easy kickout by Plague, who might have been caught napping there. Plague still has the advantage, however, as 'Rabbit regains his vertical base yet again. Plague off the side ropes, misses a clothesline as Jackrabbit ducks under and heads to the ropes himself... springboard dropkick catches Plague off-guard, as both men are still on the mat!

Jake Steel: Wah!

Caelan Tyler: Nice dropkick there by the Rabbit! Can he capitalize?

This doesn't remain the case for long, however, as Jackrabbit gets to his feet, a smile crossing his face. Apparently he's decided that it is HIS turn to have some fun, as Plague gets to his feet. 'Rabbit closes in...slap to the face? He does it again, then raises his arms and wiggles his fingers--

Caelan Tyler: Wait, is he using spirit fingers?

Jake Steel: You did not just say spirit fingers. Wait, I just said that too. Oh, hell.

Caelan Tyler: Sure I did! You've never seen Bring It On?

Jake Steel: And people think I am the annoying one. Grow
a pair, would ya?

--and proceeds to slap the taste out of Plague's mouth with a hard right-handed slap! Plague actually drops to the mat from the force of the blow, and 'Rabbit goes for the cover!

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2, and again Plague is out early!

Undaunted, Jackrabbit brings Plague up to his feet, kicks him in the gut for good measure and levels Plague with a thunderous Implant-style DDT! This time 'Rabbit doesn't look for the cover, instead glancing at the turnbuckles. Another grin, this one larger than the last, crosses his face as he climbs up the turnbuckles...and 'Rabbit thinks it's a Laughing Matter as he crashes down onto his smaller opponent! Another cover by 'Rabbit here....

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3? No, two and three quarters as Plague barely escapes!

Jake Steel: I thought that was it for sure!

Caelan Tyler: Plague apparently had other ideas, and he's not ready to pack it in just yet!

Jake Steel: I just want him to deck that Rabbit one. Just one, straight in the mouth. He doesn't even have to win!

Once again, Jackrabbit leaves the ring and heads upstairs, looking for one more big-impact move to put this match away. However, Plague is up and crashes against the ropes, causing 'Rabbit to crotch himself on the top turnbuckles! Plague climbs up on the second rope, lands a heavy right hand to the jaw, and cinches up Jackrabbit for a superplex! On landing, Plague floats over into the immediate cover!

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Thre--no! Jackrabbit's left shoulder comes up at the last minute! Frustrated, Plague pulls 'Rabbit up to his feet, hooks up another suplex, and it's a textbook vertical suplex...wait, Plague still has the hold applied as he pulls his opponent for a second! The hold is
still locked in, and there is the trifecta, as 'Rabbit is put through Three Stages of Hell! Plague seems to think that he has this match finally in hand as 'Rabbit gets to his feet on shaky legs...and a rib-crushing spear sends Jackrabbit to the mat!

Caelan Tyler: SPEAR! Plague wants to finish this up and head home!

Plague now wants to go to the top rope as he climbs up for a high-risk maneuver...but this time it's 'Rabbit who shows the wherewithal to get out of the way as Plague misses a guillotine leg drop! Both men are incredibly slow to get up--in fact the ref had reached a count of four before one of them got to a knee--but it is 'Rabbit first up as he closes in...left hand to the jaw, a second, and 'Rabbit shows off a bit for the fans with a little dance before a blatant poke to the eye gets a small bit of laughter from the crowd!

Jake Steel: DISQUALIFICATION! REF! REEEEF!

Caelan Tyler: I don't think it works that way...if it was, YOU would have been disqualified in a lot more matches!

Jake Steel: ...What you trying to say?

Plague spins around for a bit, disoriented, before Jackrabbit closes in on him from behind, and sets Plague up in a pump-handle position...and then throws him over his back. Plague nearly lands on the top of his head as 'Rabbit lands the Standing Joke! 'Rabbit stands in the middle of the ring, soaking up the adulation from the crowd
before running to the ropes... and jumping over them to the outside?

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: It's kind of a sad state of affairs in NLW when I'm not even f*cking surprised when this happens. I should be walking out of here, not this goddamned Rabbit.

The ref is as confused as the announcers and fans, but has no choice to count while 'Rabbit is outside. In the meantime, 'Rabbit is doing a sort of moonwalk, getting a fair amount of cheers from the fans before rolling back into the ring at four. Plague is standing now, albeit with no sense of where he is as 'Rabbit closes in from
behind. A bit of maneuvering leads to Plague being in position for what appears to be an Electric Chair Drop, but as Jackrabbit falls to a sitting position, Plague falls backward, his head bouncing off the mat as 'Rabbit has The Last Laugh! Here is the cover by Jackrabbit:

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3!

The bell sounds as 'Rabbit gets to his feet, a smile on his face as the ref raises his hand in victory.

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout... THE JACKRABBIT!

Caelan Tyler: Well that was definitely one of the more unique matches I've seen in a while.

Jake Steel: No shit...

The camera cuts to Eliminator pacing back and forth in one of the arena hallways. He is interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. He turns around and sees Archangel, his tag partner from last week. Even though Eliminator lost the match for the team, Archangel doesn't look too angry, but Eliminator does.

Eliminator: What do you want?

Archangel: Shit nigga, calm tha fuck down. I'ma just thinkin' 'bout our match las' show.

Eliminator: Yeah, what about it?

Archangel: I'm thinkin' we made a good team. Look, I got my niggas ta chill wit, but I ain't got no one ta watch ma back in the biz.

Eliminator: I tapped out. Why would you choose to team with someone who's all-too-willing to surrender? Willing to fold with all the chips on the table?

Archangel: Shit dog, jus' cuz the endin' sucked don' mean it ruined tha show. We scared tha lil goth gang. Don' be lettin' that go ta waste. I think we got somethin' as a team, but jus' ta rest ma mind...prove you gotta pair. Face me next show. You don' gotta win, you jus' gotta bring yo A game, show me this could be worth it all.

Eliminator: Seems like a hell of a plan. Saves me from facing the likes of Dan Koehler, for at least another week, anyway. I have no idea what the NLW Booking Committee is thinking.

Archangel: I'll let 'em know. Don' hold back 'gainst me, nigga, cuz I ain't. Good luck.

Eliminator steps up to Archangel, Archangel doesn't back down.

Eliminator: I'll see you in the ring. But if I team with you, don't expect this to be a regular thing, and don't expect me to save your ass. I have my own battles to fight, too.

Eliminator walks away, leaving the camera to focus on Archangel, who nods in satisfaction.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like we got a match planned for next Uprising already!

Jake Steel: Snoozefest.

Caelan Tyler: Whatever Jake.

Soon, the crowd's quiet, nearly hushed as one single line screams through the speakers-

I AM THE WHOOOOOOOOOOOOLE FREAKIN' SHOW!

The lights dim and focus towards the entrance ramp as Through the Fire and Flames by DragonForce begins to play, the guitars building up anticipation.

Zach King: Making his way to the ring...

As the intro kicks off, Jin Royale appears amid blue and white pyro, hands in the air and spinning on his heels, smile bright on his face. He gestures to the fans before spinning and throwing his trademark Ray-Bans into the audience, where a crowd rushes to grab at them without breaking them.

Zach King: Weighing in at 280 pounds, from Houston, Texas, Mr. Showtime...Jiiiiiiiiiiiiin Royaaaaale!

Jin moves rather quickly down the aisle, slapping and oddly enough, shaking hands the whole way down, before sliding into the ring, running to the turnbuckle and raising his hand high, pumping the crowd up before the match even begins.

Caelan Tyler: This is the first time Jin's been in a NLW ring since 2003, and he still looks to be in great shape.

Jake Steel: Whatever, he'll always be the loser that Jack Sullivan slapped around back in the day to me.

'The Coolest' by Lupe Fiasco begins to play as Jason Stone makes his way from the back to the ring, the fans cheering as he slides into the ring, coming face to face with his High Impact tag partner.

Zach King: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 240 pounds... JASON STONE!

Caelan Tyler: It should be noted that this is only a sparring session, and that this won't actually count towards their NLW records.

Jake Steel: WEAK!

The two athletes circle each other for a moment, grinning wildly at one another before Jin steps forward with a handshake, which Jason Stone accepts easily. The fans give a rather respectful applause.

Jake Steel: Sweet Mother of God, these guys are so queer.

Caelan Tyler: I don't see what's wrong with actually showing respect to your opponent, particularly when he's your best friend. This IS just a sparring match.

Jake Steel: Don’t remind me. If I wanted to see people wrestle fakely, I'd watc-

Caelan Tyler: For the love of our lawyers, Jake, don't finish that sentence...

After a bit, the two circle each other again before locking up, Jason Stone immediately trapping Jin in an armbar.

Jake Steel: JASON STONE WORKING ON THE ARM AGAIN! THE LEGACY OF THE BEST ARM SPECIALIST IN WRESTLING CONTINUES!

Caelan Tyler: It's...just an armbar...

Stone holds the armbar for a bit on Royale before Jin sweeps in with a quick movement, grabbing Jason's tights and hurling him into the corner rather forcibly - so much that Jason flips over the turnbuckle and out of the ring!

Jake Steel: Wah!

Jin seems as surprised as anyone else, blinking, then smiling slowly, looking out of the ring to check on Jason, who's already getting on his feet, more surprised than anything. He points at Jin and yells something unintelligible, pointing at the turnbuckle.

Caelan Tyler: I don't think Jason Stone is used to Jin being the sheer power of High Impact!

Jake Steel: I bet it's roids.

Caelan Tyler: WHAT?

Jake Steel: Think about it. The guy was a 180 pound lightweight - he won the OCW Lightweight Title, even - and now he's some behemoth? Roids.

Caelan Tyler: That was four, five years ago!

Jason slowly gets back into the ring, looking warily at Jin, who's just *smiling*. They clash again, Jason again going for the armbar, but turning it into an armbar takedown nearly immediately, followed by another armbar takedown as soon as the pair get up, followed by *another* one! The two stand, after that, and stare each other down, grinning wildly, nearly maniacally.

Caelan Tyler: Uh oh...

Jake Steel: This is a sparring match, right? Or can I actually wake up now?

They both charge each other at the same time, trading thunderous rights as the crowd nearly erupts.

Caelan Tyler: OH, THE GLOVES ARE OFF NOW!

Jake Steel: HAHAH! GET HIM, STONE! GET HIM!

Caelan Tyler: They don't even have a referee out there!

Jin manages to get a few uninterrupted shots, Irish whipping Jason into the ropes, going for a back body drop - Jason Stone with a counter swinging neckbreaker! He goes for the pin, hooking the leg.

...

There's no referee!

Undaunted, Jason begins to count the pin himself, hand slapping the mat!

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2!

Kickout by Jin Royale!

Jake Steel: THAT WAS A SLOW COUNT!

Caelan Tyler: WHAT? How can you...you know, I'm not going to ask.

Jason Stone rolls over and away, while Jin moves to a kneeling position, with a 'WTF was that?' look on his face, only answered by a sheepish shrug from the Canadian. Getting to their feet, they charge again!

Caelan Tyler: This is the most unorthodox sparring match I've seen in some time. They do know it's a sparring match, right?

Jake Steel: Damnit. Now I'll just have to sleep during the commercials or something...

Jason Stone immediately cinches in another armbar takedown before moving into a cross armbar, Jin writhing in a good measure of discomfort. Stone cinches the hold in expertly, not moving much room for escape...but Jin's managing to get to his feet, grabbing Jason's tights again...POWERBOMB on Jason Stone! The ARMBAR'S STILL ON! Jin sways with the impact, but he's undeterred - DOUBLE POWERBOMB on Jason Stone! The Canadian's tenaciously hanging on!

Jake Steel: ROYALE CAN'T ESCAPE! THAT ARMBAR'S LOCKED ON TIGHT!

Jin looks shaky, eyes blinking, trying to process the pain he's going through...before he brings Jason up again, holding him up in the air for a few seconds before...RUNNING POWERBOMB OVER THE ROPES! Jason actually hangs on STILL, threatening to pull the arm out of the socket before momentum forces him off to the outside. Jin Royale's left in the ring standing and holding his wounded right arm as the crowd begins the first 'HOLY SHIT' chant, a JvJ mainstay.

Jake Steel: WAH!

Caelan Tyler: I don't know who that hurt more! Jason Stone powerbombed to the outside, but at what cost?! That arm almost got torn off!

True to form, Jin doesn't stay nursing his arm for long, bounding into the ropes - Jason staggers to his feet on the outside just in time to get hit with a baseball slide! He's sent crashing into the barricade, Jin rolling out to pursue.

Jake Steel: That bastard Jin Royale! This is a sparring match! Jason should have time to rest!

Caelan Tyler: He almost had his arm taken off! I think he needs the rest more, but it's obvious that these two have thrown your conventional sparring match rules out the window!

Jin advances and mistakenly tries to turn Jason around with his right arm - Stone is quick to capitalize, twisting his own body behind Jin's, grabbing the wrist and turning it around, setting in a very special reverse DDT! Jin's left arm is wrapped behind his back, landing full-bore onto it!

Jake Steel: STONE CRUSHER ON THE OUTSIDE! STONE CRUSHER! STONE CRUSHER!

Caelan Tyler: Jason Stone's finisher! He can and will literally pull that out ANYTIME he sees fit! And there's rarely a time when he doesn't!

A referee finally appears from the outside just as Jin goes tumbling down; he looks sort of clueless, since well...this is a sparring match, wtf is he supposed to do? No one said the rules!

Caelan Tyler: Finally! A referee!

Jake Steel: For what? How do you get disqualified from a sparring match?

The Canadian doesn't waste time, getting Jin in a standard hammerlock before he shifts his weight...performing a hammerlock suplex outside of the ring! The full weight of Jin Royale lands on his near-broken arm, as he rocks back and forth on the arena floor, screaming. Jason seems a bit wary, but presses on with a few kicks to Jin's arm!

Caelan Tyler: You would never know these two were the best of friends! My God, if Jin Royale's been taking this sort of abuse to his arms for years, his arms must be pure metal!

Jason hurls Jin into the ring and goes for the cover, referee scrambling after!

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KICKOUT BY JIN ROYALE!

Caelan Tyler: Early kickout!

Jason thinks for a moment before moving to the other side, holding down Jin's good arm and leaving only his damaged arm unpinned, as he covers again!

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JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME KICKOUT BY JIN ROYALE!

Caelan Tyler: Jason Stone has not lost one bit of his presence of mind! It's eerie the way his mind works; he will use every advantage he has to win!

Jason looks like he expected as much from his best friend, picking Jin up by the hair along with a kneelift for good measure. He bounces Jin into the ropes, going for a back body drop - *HUGE* EUROPEAN UPPERCUT BY ROYALE! And it's a huge one, sending Jason Stone nearly into a 360, falling neckfirst onto the mat! Both competitors are down, Jin having used everything for that knockout shot, with his hurt arm, no less!

Jake Steel: GET UP STONE!

Caelan Tyler: What a shot from out of nowhere! Royale, former boxer that he is, with that huge uppercut that could've put Rocky to shame!

The crowd seems evenly divided, a few more 'ROY-ALE' and 'STONE-ER' chants going up than before. Jin's the first one to his feet, before he moves into a crouch, waiting for Jason Stone to get up...

Caelan Tyler: Jin's waiting for something! Could we see it?!

Jake Steel: LOOK OUT, STONER! LOOK OUT!

Jason staggers to his feet, holding his jaw and moving towards Jin's outstretched arm, which wraps around Jason's torso quickly, landing a Rock Bottom - FADE TO BLACK!

Jake Steel: NO!

Caelan Tyler: JIN ROYALE'S FINISHER! THE FADE TO BLACK! FADE TO BLACK ON JASON STONE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOUR YEARS!

Jin goes down just as Jason does, barely managing to get the pin with his good arm...the referee swoops down to count!

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THR-KICKOUT BY JASON STONE!

Jake Steel: AHAH!

Caelan Tyler: JASON STONE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!

Jin looks like he's nearly out of gas, crawling mostly on his left arm towards the rope, Jason doing the same after taking two thunderous moves one after the other. Jason charges into a Jin Royale-brand spinebuster that shakes the ring! The powerhouse Texan seems to be getting a new second wind now, bounding into the ropes as Jason scrambles to his feet - BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! The two get up again - BACK BODY DROP BY JIN ROYALE! The superstars both get to their feet yet again, and Jin rushes at the smaller Jason, who sidesteps and whips his arm around his neck - SLEEPERHOLD! SLEEPER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Jin Royale's newfound momentum screeches to a halt!

Caelan Tyler: Jason trying to put Jin away the old fashioned way! I'm not sure that Jin can withstand it for too long, after four years of inactivity! His stamina can't be at its prime!

Jake Steel: And this is a sparring match! There needs to be more chairs, though.

Caelan Tyler: How can you say that?! This was supposed to be a simple exhibition! It's gotten out of hand enough as it is!

Jake Steel: If it had been any more of an exhibition, I would've put myself in a sleeperhold.

Caelan Tyler: Jake...

Jin struggles for a bit, sleeper having a very quick and obvious effect, Jason leaning Jin heavily towards the left - the referee lifts Jin's right arm since it's closest, and Jin can't seem to lift it back up when he drops it, though his face is scrunched up slightly in pain...

Caelan Tyler: ...That ingenius man...

Jake Steel: What? I mean, he is, but what?

Caelan Tyler: Jason Stone's purposely moved Jin's good arm away from the referee so he has to lift Jin's bad arm up to check if he's out cold! Jin has to lift that badly, badly injured arm in two more passes, or he'll lose the match! Even if he's conscious, there's a good chance he can't, after all the abuse it's taken!

Jake Steel: ...Oh. HA HA! THAT'S MY BOY!

The referee tries to lift Jin's arm, and Caelan's theory proves true; you can see Jin try, just for a second, to lift that arm, but he can't! The referee signals two!

Jake Steel: He's done! Jin's finished!

Caelan Tyler: He's got one more shot!

The referee moves to lift Jin's arm again before Jin suddenly twists and shakes a little bit, jockeying for position...Jason lets the hold sag down just enough...unfortunately it's *just enough* to facilitate a LOW BLOW MULE KICK from Jin Royale! The referee looks slightly stunned as such a brazen low blow, and also confused, since a sparring match doesn't have set match rules! The crowd breaks into a decided 'ROY-ALE' chant now at the escape, both competitors down again: the Canadian holding his crotch in pain, Jin near passed out!

Jake Steel: WHAT IS THE REFEREE WAITING FOR?! DISQUALIFY THAT DIRTY TEXAN! DISQUALIFY HIM RIGHT NOW!

Caelan Tyler: It's...it's a sparring match...

The referee again doesn't really look like he knows what to do...and begins a 10 count, out of lack of any better ideas! Jin seems to be the first up at 7, waiting in a crouch again as Jason gets up...Jin goes for a flat to the foot, and things suddenly click together - Jason Stone grabs the foot and falls to one knee, right hand enclosed in a fist, Jin's eyes growing to the size of walnuts, both hands waving at Jason, begging for mercy, nearly as he hops up and down...Jason signals for the High Impact Trademark Move!

Caelan Tyler: THE MOVE THAT TORE OPEN JASON STONE'S SCROTUM IN 2003!

Jake Steel: What?

Caelan Tyler: The Low Blow Uppercut 10 Count!

Jake Steel: !!!

Jason swings his fist directly into Jin's crotch with a uppercut that would make Ryu jealous - he might as well have said Shoryuken - and continues to wail away on his target as the audience chants along!

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The referee looks like he gives up as Jin falls to the mat, looking *dead*. In fact he looks like a Mack truck just ran into a very specific area, flopping very slightly.

Caelan Tyler: ...sparring...match...

Jake Steel: ...That...that's my new finisher...JIN ROYALE'S SEXUAL CAREER IS OVER, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! YOU SAW IT HERE FIRST!

Jason goes for the cover - the referee actually has to shake himself back into a sense of duty as he swoops down!

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KICKOUT BY JIN ROYALE!

Jake Steel: HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!

Caelan Tyler: Sparring...match...

Jason tugs Jin up by the arm, and doesn't waste any time at all, looking like he wants to finish it off, looping Royale's right arm around his back...STONE CRUSHER!

Jake Steel: STONE CRUSHER! HE'S GOT HIM NOW! STONE CRUSHER!!!

Caelan Tyler: O...okay, that was a wrestling move...I'm...I'm okay now...

Jason goes for the cover again, looking a bit surer of himself now!

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2!

JIN ROYALE'S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES!

Jake Steel: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Caelan Tyler: JIN ROYALE BETTER THANK EVERYTHING FOR THAT ROPE! THERE IS NO WAY HE COULD HAVE KICKED OUT OF THAT!

Jason Stone now looks out of options, on his knees for a while, staring at Jin Royale's beaten form before he moves to pick Jin up by the hair, whipping him into the ropes...Jin bounces back, ducking under a clothesline...Jin bounces back, ducking and stopping under a second clothesline, picking Jason up - FADE TO BLACK AGAIN! FADE TO BLACK! Jin somehow manages to get off a Fade to Black on Jason with that bum arm! But it seems to pay off, as Jason Stone looks DEAD on the mat, sprawled out!

Caelan Tyler: OUT OF NOWHERE! ROYALE WITH A SECOND FADE TO BLACK!

Jake Steel: NO!

HE INSTANTLY GOES FOR THE COVER!

Jake Steel: NO! NO! NO!

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2!

KICKOUT BY JASON STONE!

Caelan Tyler: WHAT A MATCH! AND THIS IS A SPARRING MATCH!

Before either man could recover, 'For Love and Falling' hits on the PA system, and both men look confused as the long-missing behemoth Drake Hazard makes his way down the entrance ramp, a shit-eating grin on his face. He slides into the ring, causing the referee to try to cut him off, but he's merely shoved out of the way for his trouble. Jin staggers to his feet, but catches a solid right followed by A Cold Breath of What It Takes, Drake's reverse Death Valley Driver! Jin is laid out as Stoner gets to his feet, and he quickly suffers the same fate. The crowd boos loudly as Drake stares down at the two downed men before giving them a thumbs down and exiting the ring, a huge grin on his face.

Caelan Tyler: That bastard! Drake ruined an awesome match here! But why?!

Jake Steel: Just when I thought this match couldn't have gotten better, WHOO!

The camera fades to black for a moment, then fades into what appears to be a barren land. In the far distance is some sort of vegetation, but between the camera and that point is a vast stretch of barren, dry land. From the right side of the camera shot, The Phoenix enters to a decent amount of cheers. After a moment, he begins to speak.

The Phoenix: Hail, and welcome to my home. This is the End of Nowhere. Not a whole lot to see, as you can easily tell. Now, you may be asking yourselves, 'Why in the heck are we looking at this?' The answer is simple. Come...walk with me.

The shot fades, and now we are standing atop a gorge, with the wind whistling softly through it. Once again, Phoenix is on the right side of the shot as he speaks.

The Phoenix: You see, most people would not be able to deal with the environment I live in. I thrive in this environment, at one with the elements. With no one within a mile of me, I feel at ease in this desolation. I promise you, ninety-five percent of most wrestlers would not feel at all comfortable here, with no 'modern training facilities' to work in and no modern conveniences to ease the strain.

The Phoenix steps off camera, and the scene changes. We're now at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the sun starting to set in the west. Phoenix now stands at the left side of the shot, in profile as he continues to speak.

The Phoenix: That leads me to the real reason I wanted to show you this place I call home. You see, it's been brought to my attention that there are a few people in NLW who think to 'purge' us of those who are not ideal, who do not fit into their aptly-named Society. One of those people, Vincent Kane, decided to make his debut by ambushing me after a match. Now, I can accept it to make an impact. That is no problem.

The camera transition fades again, and now we're in front of his cabin. Phoenix is sitting on a large stone in front of it, facing the camera as he continues to speak.

The Phoenix: The problem begins when you just think that because I'm not one of 'the beautiful people' like yourself, I'm not worthy of anything but scorn. I deal with enough of that crap each show without you three jack-holes adding on to it. As someone who lives outside of the mainstream society--as you can see--I'm probably the last person who has a right to say something. But say something I shall anyway.

Once again, the camera fades...but this time, the background fades into one of the locker rooms backstage. Phoenix has not moved--he remained in focus the entire shot as the background changed--and is now sitting on a bench facing the camera.

The Phoenix: Vincent Kane, I have not forgotten what you did. All too soon, your time will come. And that leads me to wonder...what happens when you and the rest of Society gets purged?

I think the answers will be all too soon in coming to light. (smirks) And you can thank me later.

The camera fades to black, before fading back in on our announcers.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix issuing a challenge to Vincent Kane.

Jake Steel: First Fusion now this dip, Society just can't get a rest from the haters.

The scene cuts back to ringside, where the six men are in the ring, each eagerly waiting for the match to start. Standing in the center is Zach King, who doesn't look all too pleased to be in the middle of the action.

Zach King: The following six pack challenge match is to determine the #1 contender for the NLW Championship! The participants are HARVEY DANGER, 'THE HELLACIOUS ONE' DRACO, BRAD JACKSON, VINCENT KANE, THE PHOENIX AND ARCHANGEL! The first man to score a pinfall or submission will win the match and the right to challenge for the NLW Championship!

Caelan Tyler: This match is going to be huge, with any man having equal chance of winning the #1 Contendership here.

Jake Steel: BWAHAHA!

Caelan Tyler: What's so funny Jake?

Jake Steel: ...You...You seriously think they all have an equal chance? Good Lord that's HILARIOUS!

Caelan Tyler: ...I fail to see the humor in it Jake.

Jake Steel: Obviously you don't Caelan. You got Harvey Danger and you got the King of CHOKE in there, they sure as hell aren't winning this.

Caelan Tyler: Jake...

Jake Steel: Secondly, you got Society the team in there. Money says they weren't out some sort of agreement and they'll be working together in there to win this!

Unfortunately for those involved, Jake's words were prophetic in the opposite way as the bell rings, and Zach quickly gets the hell out of dodge, leaving the other four men to quickly gang up on the Society members. Both Kane and Jackson are forced into separate corners, with Draco and Harvey stomping on Kane and Phoenix/Archangel bringing it to Jackson. This newfound togetherness quickly deteriorates as Archangel clubs Phoenix in the back of the head before tossing him across the ring with a belly to belly. Both Harvey and Draco spot this, and Draco quickly breaks off from Kane, drilling Archangel with a Savate kick.

Caelan Tyler: Society both started out getting double teamed here, but that quickly lost its luster for the groups as it is every man for himself.

Jake Steel: See, this is why Society will win, because people like Archangel will waste their time on useless troglodytes like The Phoenix.

Caelan Tyler: ...Wait that word is way too big for you, who told you that?

Jake Steel: Well my nephew just got 4e and...

Caelan Tyler: ...Honestly I don't even want you to finish that sentence, as I have no idea where it's going or what it's about.

Draco continues to deliver kicks to Archangel as The Phoenix slowly rises to his feet, only to have Jackson cut him off with a short arm lariat. Phoenix pops back up, and then men begin to trade rights as elsewhere Harvey has stopped stomping on Kane and is instead down on his knees, apparently scouring the mat for something. Shaking his head in confusion, Kane grabs Harvey and tosses him out to ringside before going over to his partner, catching Phoenix in the ribs with a side kick. Both men then whip Phoenix to the ropes, nailing him with a double clothesline as he bounces back. Draco looks up from his assault on Archangel just in time to eat boot from Jackson, knocking him out to ringside as well.

Caelan Tyler: Society in control here, although I have no idea what-so-ever what Harvey was doing, it looked like he was searching for something...

Jake Steel: Dunno, maybe the dipshit lost a contact?

Caelan Tyler: Hmm, that could be possible, but that should be something you should worry about after the match, not during.

Jake Steel: It's Harvey, what did you expect? Intelligence?

Caelan Tyler: Umm... Well... You got me there.

Sliding out of the ring, Kane continues the assault on Draco, slamming him into the barricade and unleashing a barrage of chops on Draco's exposed chest. Around the ring Harvey continues to look, this time on the protective mats out on the floor. In the ring, Jackson lifts up Archangel, bringing him down with a Memory Lapse. Jackson pops to his feet at the same time as Phoenix, and the two men stare each other down for a moment before Jackson goes for another lariat. This time Phoenix sees him coming and ducks in, quickly shifting and grabbing Jackson with a waistlock. Jackson struggles to free himself but is unable to before Phoenix brings him up and over, bridging for a pin.

1...

2...

No, Kane rushes in and breaks it up!

Caelan Tyler: Quick pin attempt there by The Phoenix, but he wasn't able to sneak it in fast enough.

Jake Steel: Bah! As if they were going to let The Phoenix win this match! It's a miracle in and of itself that he has his Legacy Championship shot.

Caelan Tyler: You need to quit riding on him, remember what happened last show.

Jake Steel: No, that was inexcusable and completely unprofessional behavior on his part. I'm currently in talks with my lawyer about suing his ass back to the Stone Age where brutes like him belong!

Caelan Tyler: Right...

Kane quickly puts the boots to Phoenix while Jackson tries to regain his composure, but before that can occur the very angry black man decides that he needs to make himself known and does so with a Head Rush, driving his shoulder into Kane's ribs. Archangel then drags Jackson to his feet, body slamming him on top of Phoenix. Outside the ring, Harvey continues his search as Draco shakes the cobwebs. Sliding back in, Draco charges at Archangel, who attempts to clothesline him. Draco ducks, and on the way back takes to the air, nailing a sick kick right to Archangel's jaw!

Caelan Tyler: This has broken down quickly, with Draco having the immediate advantage after Archangel put down the other three men for the moment, and Harvey...

Jake Steel: Harvey is being Harvey. No one knows, no one even gives a shit.

Caelan Tyler: This is very odd behavior for someone who is in the biggest match of his career.

Jake Steel: Of course it's odd, it's Harvey!

Draco waits as the first one to get to his feet is Kane, and Draco quickly greets him with a European uppercut (and no that does not mean hello). Jackson gets up and likewise gets the five knuckle surprise wake-up call. Draco glances out of the ring, confused by Harvey as Danger continues to look around with a confused look on his face. Shaking it off, Draco turns to get speared by Phoenix, who follows it up with some heavy rights before pulling Draco up off the mat. Phoenix looks around briefly before lifting Draco up onto his shoulders. Draco manages to slip out of Phoenix's grip, landing on his feet and immediately stepping back. Phoenix turns to face Draco, causing Draco to lash out with a superkick. Phoenix is able to avoid the kick though, and quickly grabs Draco leg and hit him hard with a dragon screw leg whip, taking down the Legacy champion.

Caelan Tyler: Whether you like him or not Jake, The Phoenix is in control here, having just taken down Draco with that dragon screw leg whip that's so effective as softening people up for the Blaze of Glory.

Jake Steel: He's a damn criminal! He needs to be marched out of here like Venom was for injuring Titan 3! Hell, both men were responsible for driving your hero and mine Triple M out of here, and that is a sin I just refuse to ever forgive.

Caelan Tyler: Well Jake, you still definitely have your flair for the melodramatic.

Jake Steel: What?!

Caelan Tyler: You heard me.

Quickly reaching down, Phoenix grabs Draco's leg, hooking the ankle for the Blaze of Glory when Jackson levels him with a shoulderblock. Jackson then forces Phoenix into the corner, delivering boots to his stomach when Archangel slams into him with a massive clothesline, sending both men flying over the top rope to the outside. Bother recover quickly, and Jackson and Archangel begin to exchange rights. Phoenix sees this and quickly takes action, leaping out of the ring through the ropes and hitting the two big men like a torpedo, sprawling out all three on the entrance ramp. Inside the ring, Kane gets to his feet, quickly putting the boots to Draco.

Caelan Tyler: Kane on the offensive now after a suicide dive by Phoenix might've taken him, Jackson and Archangel out of this.

Jake Steel: Good riddance, we're down to the only two that matter now, Kane and Draco.

Caelan Tyler: I think the others would beg to differ.

Jake Steel: Let 'em, I ain't got no time to waste on no losing bitches.

Caelan Tyler: You'd consider Jackson a 'losing bitch'?

Jake Steel: No but if he gets taken out by that then he shouldn't be competing for the NLW Championship.

Draco gets to his feet, and the two men begin to trade rights before Draco gets the upper hand with a kneelift, catching Vincent off guard. Draco quickly follows it up with a double arm DDT and a quick cover:

1...

2...

No, Kane gets his shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Draco tried to pick up the win with the others all taken out at ringside, but Kane was through yet.

Jake Steel: Of course not, soon Society will have all the belts, and I for one will welcome our new masters.

Caelan Tyler: I'm sure you would Jake...

Frustrated, Draco looks out to see Archangel, Jackson and Phoenix all still sprawled out, and Harvey still deep in his search. Draco goes over to Harvey, yelling at him confused as to what's going on. Harvey doesn't respond verbally, instead waving his hand as he continues to look. Draco shakes his head as Kane quickly moves behind him, grabbing him with an inside cradle!

1...

2...

3!

The bell rings right as Harvey stands up with a huge smile on his face and his missing contact lens on his finger. The smile quickly sours as Kane exists the ring quickly, leaving Draco with a pissed off look on his face.

Caelan Tyler: Kane stole it!

Jake Steel: Told you!

Zach King: Here is your winner and the NEW #1 Contender to the NLW Championship... VINCENT KANE!

Draco can only stare as Harvey in anger as Harvey holds up the contact, still seemingly a bit confused about what happened.

The scene cuts to backstage, where Drake Hazard is triumphantly walking down the hallway, a huge grin still plastered on his face when who should step into his path but Charisma Finch of all people.

Charisma Finch: So, what's the deal Drake?

Drake Hazard: Excuse me?

Charisma Finch: Um, why did you attack High Impact?

Drake Hazard: I don't remember giving you permission to address me.

Charisma Finch: But...

Drake Hazard: SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH! Those sorry sons of bitches will find out what they want to know when I feel like telling it.

With that, Drake shoves Charisma out of the way, continuing on his walk through the backstage area.

Caelan Tyler: Still no answers from Drake.

Jake Steel: Charisma needs to stop being so damn stupid.

Jake Steel: What the hell is in the ring?

Caelan Tyler: You really do sleep during the staff meetings, don't you?

Jake Steel: The what meetings?

Caelan Tyler: Staff meetings.

Jake Steel: The staff what?

Caelan Tyler: Staff meetings!

Jake Steel: The what what?

The obviously frustrated Caelan Tyler falls forward banging his head on the announce table because let's face it, dealing with Jake is not better than giving yourself a concussion. The cause for all this confusion and self inflicted pain is the ring being redecorated. There is a few potted plants here and there along with two director’s chair sitting on either side of a mirror with...well, it is just so hard to describe. Just look at this.

That about covers it...yeah. The man in charge of this shenanigan inducing segment comes down to the ring with a smirk on his face. He has his ring gear on and a black suit coat instead of the usual bare chest. He gives a wave or two to the fans and then does the pose in front of the mirror before stopping looking at himself. Giving it a quick polish. He gets a microphone and sits down in one of the seats.

Draco: Now, I know what you are all thinking. Why in the hell did I do this? Well, Joan Sullivan, yeah the boss lady who is married to a hellspawn, came up to me and wanted me to put on a little show each week? Was it because I am the most entertaining wrestler on the show? ...I think so, she doesn't. Was it because you guys love me?

The fans cheer a bit at the mention. A few fans stay silent or even boo. Draco shrugs it off and continues without missing a beat.

Draco: I guess you want to see action. Let's get to the point. Joan said she wanted something to stop Society from appearing again and again on her show. Nothing can make the ratings plummet like putting Vincent Kane and Brad Jackson on the screen. Yes, the two guys who form Society. Society this. Society that. Blah, blah, blah. If you wanted to see society, you would go to the mall.

Draco gets up from his chair and the fans start to cheer him on as he mentions the bad guys of the show. He chuckles a bit and gives them a thumbs up as he starts walking between the two chairs set up.

Draco: So I said, 'Self...what can we do to ensure that this little peach of a boss gets her way and we can get under people's skin?' Simple...interview segment. Oh yes. Each week I will bring out people to air dirty laundry. Think of it as the Jerry Springer of NLW. The best part? No bald guy to break up the fights.

Draco settles back down into his chair, lazily with one leg over the arm of the chair and his back against the opposite arm.

Draco: Now, let's get on with our show. This week is our first show and I would like to start off by bringing out a man that NLW has something against. It seems everyone is out to get him except me. All the things I hear in the back from the interviewers, staff, refs, ring workers, day labors, and on and on. Our first guest is The Phoenix!

Phoenix emerges from the back, a look of confusion evident on his face. He obviously wasn't expecting to be called out to the ring after the Six-Pack Challenge, and a part of him is wary to say the least as he gets to, and slowly enters, the ring. He pulls a microphone off one of the chairs and turns to face Draco.

The Phoenix: I would hope you have a good reason for this.

Sitting up straight now Draco extends a hand to The Phoenix who just looks at it and leans back in his chair obviously annoyed with this surprise. Draco shrugs it off and continues on with the show, so to speak.

Draco: Well, I guess the pleasantries aren’t happening? No, well, ok then. That match was over rated, I have a title, remember? But for the reason I called you out to my Complaint Department was because of something I saw backstage that I thought you would like to address. It comes from the head office themselves.

Reaching behind his chair Draco pulls out a black cloth and shakes his head. He hesitates for a moment before handing it to Phoenix mouthing the word, 'sorry'. Phoenix unravels the cloth and sees the surprise. It is a new shirt design. On the front is his picture with K.o.C. stamped across it. K.o.C. of course stands for King of Choke. On the back it reads, 'Uncontrollable Gag Reflex'. There is a pause as Phoenix looks at the shirt. His gaze moves from Draco, to the shirt, then back to Draco before he responds.

The Phoenix: All right. You pulled one over on me. How much did that whoreson (points to Jake Steel at ringside) pay you to bring that out here?

Draco: You insult me by saying Jack Steel can bribe me? He is just a whiny bitch who some late night sneaky uncle had fun with. I am looking out for you, really.

The Phoenix: But if he–

The Phoenix is cut off as a choking sound is heard through the PA system. Draco stands up and looks to the back shaking his head. The fans start chuckling as Draco leans on the ropes staring down the big screen.

Draco: Ok, guys, I am trying to do some serious stuff here. Knock it off! This man is a competitor! He is a wrestler with NLW! This federation doesn’t hire anything but the best...and Plague.

The look on Phoenix's face says it all. Heads will roll for this at some point. However in an attempt to remain civil, he forces himself to calm down. Draco sees this as he turns around and puts on his best poker face.

The Phoenix: If I did not know you any better, 'champ,' I'd say you're just trying to throw me off my game before I take that belt from around your waist. You're wasting your time. Regardless of what happens here, when next we meet, I WILL be taking that belt back to the End of Nowhere. Who would you blame it on then? The invisible people that always seem to be goosing you when no one is around? Because it seems to me that for someone who is as talented in the ring as yourself, you're rather paranoid about something. Afraid Aphy's going to come kick you in the balls while you sleep or something?

The Phoenix is glaring down Draco. Draco's response is to shiver and rub his arms slightly. A smirk plastered on his face ear to ear as he speaks again.

Draco: The big bad Phoenix came out, did he? Oooooh, I got shivers from that, buddy. I like it. Do that more often. I don’t like to beat on the wounded puppy dog type.

Draco walks back over to his chair obviously ignoring the paranoid comment from The Phoenix. He sits down dodging the question and speaking again before Phoenix has a chance to chime in again.

Draco: Now, this is the Complaint Department after all? You were invited and willingly came out here. Is there something you want to complain about? NLW giving you too many title shots to deal with? Your back hurts from laying down so much? Something in your throat? You know, that sort of nature.

For a split second, it seems like Phoenix is going to snap back with some half-assed answer...but then a slow grin crosses his face.

The Phoenix: Actually I do have something to say. However, I think I'll let our friendly federal agents in the second row have there say first before I add my two cents.

Phoenix gestures to behind Draco, at that side of the audience. Draco jumps up from his chair and looks where Phoenix directed. It was an overweight red head screaming that she wanted to have Draco's babies. Draco pounded the arm of the chair and realized he had been caught in his own trap. He sighs and nods a bit.

Draco: Good one. Very good, Phoenix. But it could have been better.

The Phoenix: From the way you jumped I doub–

In the middle of his sentence, Draco unleashes a superkick into the jaw of The Phoenix. The kick echoes in the arena with a sickening crack. The fans are a mixture of cheering and booing at Draco's actions. The chair and Phoenix tip backwards and his eyes look lost in the lights. Draco grabs his Legacy Title and holds it in front of Phoenix’s face. Draco screams at his number one contender obviously annoyed he had been tagged at his own game.

Draco: Ah ha ha HA! Very fuckin' funny, isn’t it?! How the fuck do you like my punch line?! It gets even better when you CHOKE again! This is MY title and YOU won't be coming anywhere near it!

Before exiting the ring, Draco throws The Phoenix K.o.C. shirt on top of his dazed adversary. Draco marches to the back stopping at the entrance ramp and glaring down at The Phoenix who is getting back up to his feet.

The Phoenix: Coughs Hey, Draco! Choke on this, you son of an ever-loving bitch!

As the fans gawk in surprise at the ferocity of Phoenix's language, he wipes his ass with the K.o.C. shirt and throws it in Draco's general direction.

The Phoenix: I challenge you for your Legacy title...BEST TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS!

Draco sneers at The Phoenix before patting the Legacy Title over his shoulder and nods accepting the challenge. He quickly turns and heads to the back leaving the fans cheering for the match that will soon be happening. The Phoenix glares at the entrance way and makes the motion of the title around his waist.

Jake Steel: Holy shit!

Caelan Tyler: The Legacy Title match just got even more intense!

Jake Steel: Not that! I found the truth!

Caelan Tyler: About what?

Jake Steel: NLW is selling T-shirts for the The Phoenix! Draco wasn’t lying at all!

Caelan Tyler: ...that can’t be true.

Jake Steel: Straight from the merchandise section of NLW.com. The Phoenix shirts. Look!

The crowd erupts as 'For Boston' by the Dropkick Murphys begins to blare throughout the arena while a spotlight searches the crowd. Finally it stops and we see The Ice Man in the back, amongst the crowd, still wearing his Boston Celtics jersey and yelling along with the song as he makes his way towards the ring.


For Boston, for Boston,

we sing our proud refrain

for Boston, for Boston

'tis wisdom's earthly fane

for here are all one

and our hearts are true

and the towers on the heights

reach the heavens own blue.

for Boston, for Boston

'til the echoes ring again

For Boston, for Boston

thy glory is our own

for Boston, for Boston

'tis here that truth is known

and ever with a right

shall our heirs be found

'til time shall be no more

and thy work is crowned

for Boston, for Boston

thy glory is our own

The Ice Man reaches the guard rail just as the Murphys begin to repeat the first verse. Circling the outside of the ring Ice takes his time to shake hands with the fans at ringside. Finally he takes off his jersey and tosses it into the crowd before climbing into the ring as the song comes to an end.

Zach King: The following is a Taipei Death Match and is for the NLW Championship! Making his way to the ring first, the challenger, from Portland, Oregon... Weighing in at 275 pounds... He is the Anarchy X Champion... THE ICE MAN!

Caelan Tyler: The Ice Man is really playing to the crowd tonight, no doubt hoping that he'll be able to use their support to overcome the champion Aphrodisia.

Jake Steel: Good luck there, Aph has proven herself to be one tough cookie to crack. She's never been pinned or submitted in NLW.

Caelan Tyler: Excellent point there Jake, Aph's been a problem no one had been able to solve in NLW until the end of the tag tournament, where a 450 splash off of a ladder by The Phoenix took her out of commission long enough for Jackson to retrieve the tag titles for Society.

Jake Steel: Even still, that crazy bitch didn't get pinned, nor did she tap out. Ice Man might've had some luck in taking out the Black Phoenix and destroying that competitor's aura of invincibility, but Aphrodisia will be a different story.

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 and the NLW Championship slung over her shoulder. 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 opponent... From Baton Rouge, Louisiana... Weighing in at 168 pounds... She is the NLW Champion... APHRODISIA JORDAN!

The crowd boos loudly as Aphrodisia removes the NLW Championship from her shoulder, handing it to the referee as stagehands wheel out the carts containing the glue and the glass shards that will be used in this match-up. Aph grins with sinister delight as she slides out of the ring, her hands already adorned with the tape. One of the stagehands enters the ring, quickly applying tape to Ice Man's hands.

Caelan Tyler: This is a Taipei Death Match, meaning that anything goes. There will be no countouts, no disqualifications. Winner will be determined by pinfall or submission and each competitor will have hundreds of tiny glass shards on their hands to use to try to beat the other competitor.

Jake Steel: You know, the abuse from last Uprising in that Hazardous Ladder Match was great, but this should be EPIC!

Caelan Tyler: Indeed. Aphrodisia selected this match as per her stipulation from winning a tag match several weeks back, but when she selected it she thought she would be facing Kevin Heat, although to her credit she didn't back down once she found out she'd be facing the bigger and stronger Ice Man.

Jake Steel: Did you expect her to? Aph is no chicken; she's not going to shy away from a match because her opponent is bigger.

Caelan Tyler: True.

Aph quickly dumps her hands in the glue and then the glass, covering her fists with the shards. Ice Man looks at her as she continues to grin, the lights in the arena glistening off of the broken glass. Ice Man begins the same process, the crowd clearly behind him when he dips his glued fists into the glass. As he does so Aph takes action, kicking the cart and sending it skidding down the aisle, with Ice Man wincing in pain as the glass rakes across his hands. The bell rings as Aph follows it up with a chop, dragging her glassed hand across Ice Man's chest and opening up numerous small scrapes and cuts.

Caelan Tyler: Aph's not about to waste any time here, quickly taking advantage of the glass, no doubt hoping to use it to even the odds against Ice Man.

Jake Steel: Even the odds? Dude, this is Aphrodisia. She doesn't need any silly tricks, she'll kick your ass nine ways to Sunday and there's not a damn thing you could do about it.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man will be looking to disagree with you.

Jake Steel: As good as he's been I doubt he'll be able to.

Completely oblivious of Jake's verbal support (and not likely to give a damn anyways), Aph continues her assault on the Anarchy X Champion, driving her steel-toed boot into his gut before raking his back with glass. Aph then attempts to straddle Ice Man's back, reaching forward to rake at his face when Ice Man issues his retort in the form of a stiff elbow. The elbow keeps Aph from straddling her opponent, and ice Man quickly gets back to his feet, driving his fist into Aph's gut. Aph stumbles back a bit as Ice Man quickly glances down on the blood now trickling from the numerous holes in his chest. Seemingly motivated by the sight, Ice Man lunges forward, connecting with a vicious clothesline that sends Aph down to the floor hard. The crowd cheers as Ice Man grabs her and rolls her into the ring, quickly following suit himself.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man quickly recovered from Aph's assault and is looking to get something going here himself.

Jake Steel: God damn, we already got blood and this match is just starting!

Caelan Tyler: No kidding, I'm expecting this match to be short and brutal. I don't care how well-conditioned an athlete you think you are, broken glass being thrown in your face will wear you down quickly.

Jake Steel: That's why the smart money is on Aph, the short game favors her aggressive nature and willingness to do anything to get the job done.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man is definitely the more methodical wrestler of the two, making sure his opponents were good and worn down before trying to win.

In the ring, Ice Man drags Aph up by her hair, a pissed off look on his face as he pulls her upright. He quickly wraps his right hand around her throat, applying a choke hold and pulling her in close for a chokeslam. Realizing his intentions Aph lashes out, catching him in the side of the head with an elbow. Dazed by the attack, Ice Man releases his grip, and Aph quickly makes him pay with a steel-toed punt that's bound to leave him singing Soprano for a while. With Ice Man down Aph quickly climbs to the top rope, leaping off and crashing into Ice's prone form with a Twisted Loathing! Aph quickly makes the cover:

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No, Ice with the shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man with the shoulder up, although Aph is sure to stay in control with her choice of offense.

Jake Steel: That's just not right...

Caelan Tyler: ...Wait, a form of abuse that Jake is objecting to?

Jake Steel: Dude, that's just not cool.

Caelan Tyler: Anything for a win I'm sure.

Jake Steel: Still...

Not wanting to let up, Aphrodisia quickly mounts the downed Ice Man, pummeling him with punches and opening up his eyebrow. Blood starts to pore down Ice Man's face as Aph dabs two fingers into the crimson stream and runs it across her cheeks as war paint. Sliding out to ringside, Aph quickly reaches under the ring, pulling out several light tubes. The crowd roars as Aph slides them into the ring, but before she can enter the ring herself Ice Man slides out, nailing her with a haymaker. Taking advantage of his size, Ice Man quickly whips Aph into the stairs before grabbing the tub of glass off of the cart and dumping it over Aph's head and back.

Caelan Tyler: Aph's been messing up Ice Man pretty good here, but Ice Man is back in control and I don't see this ending well.

Jake Steel: BLOOD! ABUSE! STUFF!

Caelan Tyler: ...Yeah.

Aph tries to shake the glass out of her hair as it cuts at her scalp and back as Ice Man grabs the cart and charges with it, slamming it into Aphrodisia and sandwiching her into the stairs! Ice Man wipes some of the blood from his face as Aph struggles to get up from the impact. After a few moments to catch his breath, Ice Man tosses the cart to the side and tosses Aph into the ring. Climbing in himself, ice Man whips her into the ropes, and grabs her as she bounces back, spinning and driving her into the light tubes with a spinebuster! Ice Man quickly goes for the cover:

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No, Aph just manages to get her shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: The champ started out strong here, opening up Ice Man, but now the Anarchy X champion is solidly in control, bringing it to Aphrodisia.

Jake Steel: She should've finished him when she had the chance!

Caelan Tyler: When did she have the chance?

Jake Steel: When didn't she?

Caelan Tyler: ...

A bit disappointed that he wasn't able to get the win there; Ice Man pulls Aph back to her feet, taking her up and over with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as Ice Man walks over to Aph, grabbing her by the hair and rifling a shot across her forehead. Another shot, and the trickle of blood starts to flow from the champ's head. Ice Man attempts another shot, but a rake to the eyes cuts off that option. Looking to take advantage of the situation, Aph quickly follows it up with a roundhouse kick, dropping Ice Man to the mat. Aph then drops down and applies a crossface onto Ice, trying to grind the glass into his face.

Caelan Tyler: Aph with a crossface applied, which no doubt hurts all the more with the shards of glass digging into Ice Man's face.

Jake Steel: The abuse factor of this match is insane!

Caelan Tyler: No doubt, I'm not sure the winner is even going to be able to walk away from this.

Jake Steel: Who cares if they can walk as long as I am entertained?

Caelan Tyler: ...I'm sure they care.

Jake Steel: Too damn bad!

Aph continues to apply the hold, pulling back on it to try to force Ice Man to tap. The glass continues to scrap at Ice Man's face as the referee asks him if he intends to give up, which prompts Ice Man to spit out a glob of blood and continue to strain. Frustrated, Aph hits him with forearm before getting up, pulling Ice Man up and tossing him over the top rope to the outside. A sneer crosses her face as she reaches up, touching the blood leaking from her forehead before going in pursuit of Ice Man, driving her boots into his stomach.

Caelan Tyler: I think Aph has had it with Ice Man at this point.

Jake Steel: You think? She looks downright PISSED.

Caelan Tyler: That she does, this certainly doesn't bode well for Ice Man.

Walking over to announcers, Aphrodisia shoves Zach King off of his chair, drawing the ire of the crowd as she snatches the chair up and folds it. Ice Man has staggered to his feet by this point, a fact that doesn't do him a lick of good as Aph quickly makes him taste steel. Rising the chair, Aph brings it back down onto Ice Man's back as the crowd roars in disapproval. Blowing a kiss to the crowd, Aph slides Ice Man back into the ring, bringing the chair with her. Draping the chair onto Ice Man's chest, Aph drags him to the ropes before standing on the second rope while gripping the top, bouncing and then driving her boots into the chair, driving the steel into Ice Man's chest.

Caelan Tyler: Aph has been on the offensive for a while now, trying to wear down the larger Ice Man and seemingly doing a damn good job of it.

Jake Steel: It's only a matter of time at this point, Aphrodisia has this defense in the bag.

Caelan Tyler: I'm not quite ready to write off Ice Man yet, but this looks really bad for him. He's lost a lot of blood in this.

Tossing the chair to the mat, Aph drags Ice Man to his feet, looking to set up the Cat's Cradle. Shifting so that she's positioned over the chair, Aph attempts the move, but Ice Man manages to put his weight down, keeping her grounded. She tries again, and this time Ice Man pushes up on her legs while standing up, sending her flying over the top rope to the floor with a back body drop! Sliding out of the ring, Ice Man grabs Aph, attempting to slam Aph into the steel post. Aph manages to reverse it though, and it's Ice Man who slams into the post.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man made a valiant effort to block Aph's Cat's Cradle, but all he's seemed to have done is delay the inevitable at this point.

Jake Steel: I told you, Aph isn't about to lose this.

Caelan Tyler: Doesn't seem that way. Gotta wonder what kind of toll the blood loss has done on her as well though, this hasn't been easy street for either competitor.

Jake Steel: Well so far on the 'Scale of Abuse', this is rating a HOLY FUCK/10.

Sensing it's time for the kill, Aph stalks Ice Man, waiting for him to get back to his knees. Looking down with a gleam in her eye, Aph rips back the protective mats, exposing the concrete below.

Caelan Tyler: ...She wouldn't...

Jake Steel: This might be the single most brutal move in NLW history that's about to happen!

As Ice Man stumbles up Aph grabs his head and again sets up for the Cat's Cradle, this time looking to spike Ice Man's skull onto the concrete instead of the steel. As Aph tries to flip over ice Man drops down, quickly scooping her up onto his shoulders before spinning and planting her right onto the announcers' table! The table explodes into splinters upon impact, with Jake and Caelan scurrying away to safety. Exhausted, Ice Man collapses on top of Aph.

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3!

The bell rings as the Boston fans erupt, with 'Ice Man!' chants starting to fill the arena.

Zach King: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEW NLW Champion.... THE ICE MAN!

Ice Man rolls onto his back, and the referee drapes both the Anarchy X and NLW Championship belts onto his body.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man did it! He's beaten Aphrodisia!

Jake Steel: Well I'll be damned...

Caelan Tyler: We're out of time folks, see you next Uprising!

Slowly, Ice Man comes to, a look at once both of disbelief and joy fills his face as he looks at the two titles while the scene fades out.