About an hour before Uprising, the scene in the streets of New York City was uncharacteristically serene. The show had been sold out for months and the crowd inside was getting raucous, but outside of a handful of people desperately trying to scalp tickets, this was the calm before the storm.

Until a few residents craned their necks and saw the speck in the sky get bigger... and closer... and hurtling toward them at a not-so-breathtaking speed. Soon, the drivers on the street identified the impending traffic-blockade.

A hot-air balloon. Particularly one that read, 'TALON FUCKS HIS MOM' on it. The cars braked as the balloon hit the street with a surprisingly loud thud – a High Impact, if you will.

Jason Stone scurried out of the balloon and flopped onto the sidewalk, kissing the ground and forcing annoyed pedestrians to step over him.

Jason Stone: OH SWEET, PRECIOUS LAND! I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH! I'LL NEVER LEAVE AG--- OH GOD, PIGEON POOP!

As Jason sprinted into the arena in search of mouthwash, Jin Royale clumsily climbed out of the balloon, his trademark Ray-Ban glasses askew and cracked. He observed the wreckage and smiled confidently at the honking cars.

Jin Royale: Exactly as planned.

'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, followed by images of the last Uprising, where a multitude of debuts occurred. Eliminator defeated the leaving Dan Koehler. The debuting Talon defeated Inferno. In a match of two debutees The Jackrabbit prevailed over Plague. The returning team of High Impact engaged in a sparring match that got broken up by the long-absent Drake Hazard. Vincent Kane won a Six Pack Challenge match to secure himself a shot at the NLW Championship and in what was seen as many to be a huge upset The Ice Man captured the NLW Championship from Aphrodisia Jordan. The scene cuts to ringside, with Jake Steel and Caelan Tyler.

Jake Steel: This is going to RULE~!

Caelan Tyler: Um, yes well, hello everyone and welcome to Uprising! We got lots in store for you tonight!

Caelan Tyler: I am PUMPED about the main event.

Caelan Tyler: No doubt.

Jake Steel: Aphrodisia. Jackson. A cage. The Anarchy X title. There is nothing bad about anything in that match.

Caelan Tyler: Yes, Aphrodisia is taking on Jackson for the Anarchy X Champion, attempting to become the first Triple Crown champ in NLW history. Also tonight we got The Jackrabbit taking on the slumping Inferno, a triple threat match between The Black Phoenix, NLW newcomer Plague and the debuting Dillon Bourne, The requested match between Eliminator and Archangel, Jin Royale taking on Talon and The Phoenix squaring off against Harvey Danger!

Jake Steel: I can't wait!

Caelan Tyler: Vincent Kane has also been barred from the building, and we'll show you the footage why later on.

Jake Steel: It's awesome folks.

The scene cuts backstage, where known goofball Eddie Williams is in the back, talking to a few of the staff when suddenly he's hit from behind! Eddie stumbles forward, and the hooded figure attacking him quickly pursues, nailing Eddie with a forearm shiver to the back of his head. Eddie tumbles over a nearby catering table, knocking donuts and coffee everywhere as the hooded figure grabs a nearby chair.

Caelan Tyler: What the...

Jake Steel: This isn't scheduled abuse!

CRACK! The chair makes a sickening sound as it bounces off of Eddie's head, stopping the competitor dead in his tracks. Acting quickly, the figure pulls out a can of spray paint, and quickly writes '???' across Eddie's shirt. Seemingly satisfied, the hooded figure walks away, not once facing the camera.

Caelan Tyler: Eddie needs some help back there!

Jake Steel: Who care? It's Eddie!

Caelan Tyler: Still, we can't have hooded figures making this an unsafe work environment!

Jake Steel: Your mom is an unsafe work environment!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, this is our opening bout of Uprising, and is scheduled for one fall!

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: 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: Inferno's had a rough couple of shows, with losses to Street Shark and his opponent's partner, Talon. He needs a win here to get back on track in NLW.

Jake Steel: Yeah, but if he loses to this nut he deserves to be run out of NLW.

Caelan Tyler: Well Inferno's still a tough customer, Jake.

Jake Steel: If by that you mean 'he keeps coming back after getting his ass kicked by the jobbers,' you may be right!

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!

Jake Steel: And here is the resident lunatic of NLW.

Caelan Tyler: I thought that title was reserved for the Black Phoenix, Jake.

Jake Steel: No, the crazy bitch is different. This guy is just freaking nuts.

The bell sounds to start the match, and already Jackrabbit is up to his tricks as he gallops around the ring on an invisible horse, to the amusement of the crowd. Inferno shakes his head, apparently wondering who he angered in management to be ordered to face Jackrabbit. The strange one finally settles down, and there's a collar and elbow tie-up, with Inferno going behind with a hammerlock and transitioning it into a side headlock. Jackrabbit back to the ropes, and shoves Inferno away. Off the rebound, Inferno hops over his opponent, and gets caught on the second rebound by a hip toss, moved into a side headlock by Jackrabbit.


Caelan Tyler: Jackrabbit with the early advantage with his...unusual style of offense.

Jake Steel: Seriously, Cael, explain to me why in the hell we're supposed to take this guy seriously!

Caelan Tyler: I don't have an answer for that....

Inferno pauses for a moment before reaching the conclusion that he is having none of that. Quickly he gets back to his feet, and with a shove this time Jackrabbit is sent away. A shoulder tackle is attempted off the rebound, but neither man budges. Undaunted, 'Rabbit comes off the ropes again, but is caught in a drop toe hold by Inferno. Quickly, Inferno clamps on a seated rear chinlock, trying to immobilize 'Rabbit for the time being.


Caelan Tyler: Inferno going to his technical arsenal here, looking to control the unpredictable Jackrabbit for the time being.

Jake Steel: Oh, joy. Technical wrestling snoozefest. It's not fun unless it's Jason Stone, you know.

Caelan Tyler: What's so wrong with Inferno, Jake?

Jake Steel: It's simple. He sucks.

However, 'Rabbit finds that he doesn't really like this position, and crawls around on all fours, trying to escape. Inferno looks like an overgrown kid being given a horsey ride as he breaks the hold out of sheer bewilderment. However, Jackrabbit continues to circle the ring on all fours, looking to headbutt Inferno below the belt. With no certain way to defend against this, Inferno slides out to the ringside area. A lip reader can clearly see him say 'What the fuck is he doing' as 'Rabbit finally gets to his feet, jumping up and down.

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: Why do I feel like I'm stuck in a nursery school all of a sudden?

The referee seems confused as well, but starts to count Inferno out of the ring. Inferno slides back in at three, his eyes never straying from his opponent. As he comes to his feet, he catches 'Rabbit by surprise, sprinting in and dropping the man from Parts Unknown with a hard clothesline. 'Rabbit is quick to his feet, and is thrown halfway across the ring with a deep arm drag by the masked man. Once more he's quick to regain his footing, and this time goes down by way of a simple right hand to the jaw! Inferno drops into the cover...

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Not even two as 'Rabbit easily kicks out of the pin attempt.

Caelan Tyler: Too much in the tank this early as Jackrabbit easily gets out of the cover.

Jake Steel: And this is why Inferno has had no success, Caelan. You're never going to beat ANYONE with a punch.

Caelan Tyler: Never say never, Jake.

Jake Steel: Again...NEVER!

Wasting no time, Inferno now applies a dragon sleeper on Jackrabbit, looking to work over the neck of the slightly larger man. The masked man has some good torque on this hold, and is wrenching back on it quite hard, causing pain to flit across the face of 'Rabbit--which we cannot see as his face is hidden from view due to the hold. However, Jackrabbit manages to bring his right arm up in an arc and hit Inferno on the temple with a fist. It looked rather weak, however, but 'Rabbit repeats the move, this time hitting with more force. Inferno grabs the upper portion of 'Rabbit's right arm to prevent him from doing it again...but is unprepared to block the boot coming up into his face!

Caelan Tyler: Jackrabbit finds a way to get out of the hold. Nice counter there.

Jake Steel: Wait, you mean he actually thinks? This has to be a first!

Caelan Tyler: Would it kill you to speak decently of anyone besides Triple M or Titan 3?

Jake Steel: They're the only ones who matter!

Caelan Tyler: Why do I ask...?

That finally causes the break, but Inferno is first to recover from being stunned by that rather unorthodox counter to the dragon sleeper. Inferno closes on Jackrabbit...surprise small package from 'Rabbit!

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2!

Kickout at two and a half! Inferno is first up, his eyes narrowed into mere slits as he kicks 'Rabbit in the chest. He then pulls the opponent to his feet, and whips Jackrabbit into the far side ropes. Off the rebound, Inferno picks up 'Rabbit, looking for The Shovel but is countered in mid-move, as 'Rabbit manages to land a vicious, almost spike DDT on Inferno! Both men are down!

Caelan Tyler: Inferno landed with some major impact on that move!

Jake Steel: OK, that got my attention. Nothing like a little abuse!

The referee has little choice at this juncture but to begin the mandatory ten-count. Both men are moving slowly, but Inferno gets to all fours at the count of five, and using the ropes to assist him, gets back to his feet at seven. 'Rabbit is up soon after, looking almost punch-drunk as Inferno closes in. Right hand by the masked man, returned in kind by 'Rabbit! Another trade-off, and a third happens before Jackrabbit begins to force his opponent back to the ropes. Here's the whip, reversal by Inferno as 'Rabbit is sent away, clothesline attempt missed by Inferno! 'Rabbit comes back off the ropes...flying left-side clothesline drops Inferno like a bad habit!

Caelan Tyler: Air 'Rabbit takes flight there!

Jake Steel: Dude, no. That is just wrong.

Caelan Tyler: You have a better line, Jake?

Jake Steel: ...I don't feel like showing you up right now.

Caelan Tyler: That's what I thought.

Jackrabbit is back to his feet surprisingly quickly, a smile on his face as Inferno stands up. With a flourish, 'Rabbit heads to the ropes, and leaps over the top rope, his hands still holding onto the strand. Inferno closes in, and 'Rabbit slides back under his opponent's feet, coming up behind Inferno, and in perfect position for...

Caelan Tyler: That has to be the most unorthodox wrestling move in the business...the wedgie!

Jake Steel: What does he have with messing with guys' tights? He's not related to Skye Ricardo, is he?

Caelan Tyler: Why are you asking me?

Jake Steel: Well, you should know, you and him were real close!

Caelan Tyler: ....

Despite what has to be a rather uncomfortable wardrobe malfunction, Inferno finally turns back towards 'Rabbit, his eyes showing the anger that would otherwise be clearly evident on his face. He charges towards Jackrabbit, who is standing in the corner. 'Rabbit easily steps away, managing to drop toe-hold Inferno into the middle turnbuckle. The insane one crosses the ring and sprints back towards Inferno as he is standing...running butt smash into the corner, and Inferno gets squashed!

Caelan Tyler: Jackrabbit seems to be in firm control here. Can he finish things off?

The masked man now does his best imitation of a drunken fool as he staggers out of the corner, as 'Rabbit moves in behind him. Pump-handle slam seems to be coming up on the agenda, but instead it's twisted so that Inferno lands head-first on the mat!

Jake Steel: Hey, Cael, what was that move?

Caelan Tyler: Looked like a pump-handle slam transitioned into an Emerald Fusion--

Jake Steel: No, no, no. It was like your mom--a Standing Joke!

Caelan Tyler: ...You're trying too hard, Jake. Let it go.

Jackrabbit is back to his feet, wiggling his fingers in his 'pose' as he sets Inferno in position. A moment later, the modified Electric Chair Drop connects, as Jackrabbit has The Last Laugh! Rather lax cover by 'Rabbit as he simply leans against Inferno...

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2

3!

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

Jake Steel: And the lunatic wins another one.

Caelan Tyler: Inferno put up a good fight though, Jake.

Jake Steel: Like it matters! Inferno got beat by NLW's village idiot! What does that tell you about him?

'It's called Google, you nit, and it's, like, mankind's awesomely sweet savior! Check it out!'

Randall Johnathan-Uberteskee Smithson IV, age 25, knew everything there was to know about ...well, things no one else did. He knew, in order of first release, every movie Brad Pitt had ever starred in. He knew the exact distance, measured in Reese's cups, from the earth to the sun. He owns every video game to have ever been created for any kind of system, and he thinks it's cool.

Randall also knew other things -- other things that made him president of a world-wide club. A fan club. And never had the fan club been so active. Well, not as active as it was about to become.

At this particular moment, Randall pushed his double-lense glasses back into proper position on his nose. He pointed to a computer screen filled with a list of names. The screen was the only light to illuminate Randall's room.

Randall: See, there is no such person as Dr. Watja Mucullit!

Fan club Clerk-slash-Treasurer Jinxie Larew pulled the baby bottle pop out of her mouth, whiped some drool away, and glared at the list. Finally, she shrugged.

Jinxie: So what?

Randall, obviously disgusted, pushed his chair back and stood, nearly knocking Jinxie off her feat. She countered, caught her balance and continued sucking on the bottle-pop sucker.

Randall: Soooooooo, duuuuuuh! (ramming his hand into chest over and over) Don't you get it? If there's no such doctor, there's no such knee injury! He faked it!

Jinxie's eyes bulged and she dropped the baby bottle pop. She and Randall locked eyes for several seconds. Finally, she snapped out of it and reached down, picking up the sucker. The stickiness brought with it fuzz from the carpet, and a small ant. She pushed it back in her mouth with no thought.

Jinxie: He did NOT fake it! There must be some logical, totally explainable reason why he ... why he ... he's not a coward, Randall. He's a god, like Zeus or ...

She trailed off. Randall x'ed out of the screen, walked across the room and flipped on a light. Half of his entire room was decorated in chimpanzees; the other half, posters from the OCW, ICWF, and NLW. He rummaged through a closet.

Randall: Get the phone chain active. We need places, names, sightings, photos, anything! And get a team together. We need special ops, scientific analysts, you name it. We have the resources, and the funds!

Jinxie got excited and did a small dance-like move where she stood.

Jinxie: Randall, this brings new life to our club motto! Where do you think he is?

Randall: I dunno. Let's go to the library and print out some posters with his mug shot on it. We can staple them to trees and send them to police departments all across the world.

Randall finally grabbed a shirt and unfolded it, pulling it over his head. Jinxie looked at it and frowned.

Jinxie: How come I don't have a shirt like that?

Randall shrugged.

Randall: Prototype. I haven't ordered yet. They're sweet, huh?

He pulled the shirt between his hands to allow Jinxie to read all the words.

'Arkansas Army of Allen -- To Protect and Serve Josh Allen.'

Fade to black.

Caelan Tyler: People dedicated to protecting Josh Allen? No one's seen him in months!

Jake Steel: And I thought Phoenix fans were weird...

The camera fades into a rather sudden scene - Jin Royale nearly kicking down the door to an unknown office, looking irate and speaking to someone unseen.

Jin Royale: Where's Drake Hazard and why-

Jin stops, looking a bit startled - the camera whirls around to reveal a content-looking Silver Cyanide. The crowd reacts with some mix of boos and more boos.

Silver Cyanide: Jin. Jiiiiin. You seem to think you're a big wheel down here at the cracker factory, friend! Drake Hazard problems getting you down? Well, uh...I don't really care.

Jin Royale: But-

Silver Cyanide: Ah ah ah ah! Tell you what, Jinny - you prove yourself tonight against Talon, and you can have him. Eventually. Til then, I don't even want to see you in 20 YARDS of Drake Hazard, or...you're fired. Are we clear, then?

Jin stares Cyanide down.

Jin Royale: ...Crystal.

Jin departs rather quickly, Cyanide left grinning to himself.

Jake Steel: HA! JIN GOT OWNED!

Caelan Tyler: Well now that's...

Jake Steel: OOOOOOOWNED!

Caelan Tyler: *sighs*

The lights die down abruptly, as the opening drums of 'The View from the Afternoon' resonate over the dark crowd.

anticipation has a habit to set you up
for disappointment in evening entertainment but
tonight there'll be some love
tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah, regardless of what's gone before

A narrow spectrum of deep red lights illuminate Dillon Bourne's pathway to the ring, where he tests the ropes, somewhat tuned out to the scream of fans that surround him.

Zach King: The following is a triple threat match, and it is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Small Town, Florida... Weighing in at 200 pounds... Making his NLW debut... DILLON BOURNE!

Caelan Tyler: This is the debut match for Dillon Bourne, who had some success on the independent scene before taking some time off and signing a contract with NLW.

Jake Steel: Bleh, no name who cares.

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: Entering the ring next, from Toronto, Ontario... Weighing in at 200 pounds... PLAGUE!

Caelan Tyler: This is Plague's second match in NLW, and he's looking to bounce back from his loss to The Jackrabbit.

Jake Steel: Can't blame him there, that guy is weird weird WEIRD. I would've been thrown for a loop too, and I'm awesome.

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

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

She buuuuuuuuuuuuurns

Zach King: THE BLACK PHOENIX!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caelan Tyler: Black Phoenix looking to get back on track after a rough couple of shows here.

Jake Steel: She's still the crazy bitch regardless.

Bell sounds as all three competitors come up to the same conclusion. Throw caution to the wind. All three challengers charge to the middle of the ring with Black Phoenix baseball sliding between Plague and Dillon who start the match off trading forearms back and forth with each other. Black Phoenix gets up from her baseball slide and leans against the ropes and launches herself off of them hitting a dropkick on both of her opponents who fall to the mat. Plague and Dillon both attempt to get up as Black Phoenix choose Dillon for her attack hitting him with a variety of kicks. He hits a shot in the left leg, a shot in the chest, and then tries to finish it off with a round house kick to the chin but Dillon blocks it and punches her in the side of the face. Black Phoenix stumbles away from the shot into Plague who grabs her and attempts to throw her over the top rope. Phoenix goes over the top but lands on the apron and hits a palm thrust into Plague's face. Plague holds his face and turns around to see Dillon charging him so he side steps and throws him through the ropes into Black Phoenix causing her to fall down to the floor and Dillon to hang over the second rope.

Caelan Tyler: The action started off fast here, although it looks like a smart move on Plague's part has put him in control.

Jake Steel: Step to the side... Why didn't anyone else think of that?

Caelan Tyler: No idea...

Plague grabs Dillon and pulls him from between the ropes. He sets up him for a suplex and lifts him up but Dillon flips out of it and lands behind Plague with a waist lock from behind. He attempts to lift him up but Plague elbows him and reverses the waist lock and attempts a move of his own. He lifts Dillon up but Dillon is able to reverse whatever he was hoping to do and roll him up for the first pin attempt of the match but only gets a one count. Both men stand up with Dillon charging Plague but Plague hits a boot to the gut hunching him over. He tries to set him up for a suplex again but Dillon springs up to a full standing position and hits a surprise forearm that sends Plague back. Plague comes back though with a few forearms of his own. Meanwhile Black Phoenix has found her way back to the apron and jumps up on the top rope for a springboard attack. This time Dillon and Plague both see her out of the corner of their eye and turn around to catch her attempt at a double cross body. They both catch her and with a side ways glance at each other They both fall back hitting a double team fall away slam on Black Phoenix. Black Phoenix rolls to the outside apron again as both men stand up. Plague makes the mistake of heading in Phoenix's direction allowing Dillon to hit a textbook perfect dropkick to the back of his head sending him down to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: Beautiful dropkick there by Bourne.

Jake Steel: Man this match needs more Crazy Bitch action. QUIT DOUBLE TEAMING HER!

Caelan Tyler: I don't think they'll listen Jake.

Jake Steel: BAH!

Dillon picks him up and snap mares him down. He steps back a few and then comes back with a hard kick to the back of Plague who is in a sitting position. He then bounces off the ropes again and hits a dropkick to the back of the head of Plague causing him to have a whiplash effect as he bends forwards and snaps back down unto the mat. Dillon goes for the pin attempt but only gets a two count. Meanwhile Black Phoenix is standing out on the apron and prepares to re-enter the ring and rejoin the match. Dillon picks up Plague and backs him into the ropes and goes to Irish whip him but Plague reverses him sending Dillon into the direction of Black Phoenix. Black Phoenix nails a hard kick to the chest stopping Dillon right in his tracks and making him hold his chest. Black Phoenix then begins to throw the elbows right into Dillon's face grabs him and throws him out of the ring as Plague sneaks up behind her to hit a German Suplex. He throws her over him but she lands on her feet. As she charges and jumps up with a high knee but he gets his hands up and blocks it. Plague kicks her in the stomach and quickly sets her up for a fisherman suplex and hits it. He fails to bridge it though and instead releases to stand up and continue on the offense.

Caelan Tyler: Plague on a roll here with his offense.

Jake Steel: Smash him BP!

Plague throws her into the ropes and tries to clothesline her on the rebound but she ducks and dives through the ropes to the outside on Dillon. She's now on top of him on the outside reigning elbows down from above. She stands up, picking Dillon up with her, and throws him back into the ring. Dillon tries to stand up but Plague is waiting who grabs him from behind and hits a German suplex this time bridging for the one...two... He kicks out as Black Phoenix slides back into the ring. Plague stands up after the kick out only for Black Phoenix to run this time hitting the high knee taking him down. She goes for the cover... one...two...another kick out. Black Phoenix stands up as Dillon grabs her from behind. He spins her around kicks her in the stomach and sends her down with a DDT. He also goes for a cover. One...Two...KICKOUT by Black Phoenix. Dillon rolls off of him as he gets up to one knee holding his back. Plague is up to one knee holding the side of his face. Black Phoenix is also up on one knee holding the top of her forehead. The crowd applauds as all three competitors stare at each other in a stand still.

Caelan Tyler: The crowd is really getting into this match.

Jake Steel: BAH! I'm not. Needs more bleeding.

All three competitors spring up to their feet and meet in the middle all three taking forearm shots and punches at each other. After a few seconds of the three way battle Dillon seems to get the advantage as he hits two punches clearly on the side of Plague's and Black Phoenix's faces sending them both back. He grabs Plague and successfully Irish whips him into a corner. He then goes over to Black Phoenix and hits a few forearm shots on her. He goes to Irish whip her into Plague...but Plague moves out of the way at the last second causing Black Phoenix to crash into the corner. Plague charges Dillon, who grabs him by the shoulders and launches himself on top of Plague for a hurricanrana attempt. Dillon does not bring him down though as Plague slams him down to the mat with a powerbomb. Plague has him packaged up for a one...two... Dillon is able to kick out with authority. Plague attempts to stay on the attack but Black Phoenix is out of the corner and she spins him around and hits a hard kick to his arm causing Plague to grasp and stumble away as it hit plush. Black Phoenix realizes she has an opening as she comes in and hits a few more kicks in the exact same area before taking him down for good with a leg sweep! Plague's arm hurts as Black Phoenix drops down to the mat and prepares to attempt a submission hold on Plague. Plague is able to fight back ending up on top of Black Phoenix, but that seems to be the trap as she begins to contort her body and... SHE HAS AN OMOPLATA! The crowd gasps at how painful the hold looks as Plague tries to hold on. The Ref is asking if he wishes to tap but Plague has no desire to give up.

Caelan Tyler: OMOPLATA!

Jake Steel: ...Say wha?

Caelan Tyler: It's a hold Jake.

Jake Steel: Sounds more like an internal organ.

Plague is in trouble as Black Phoenix slowly leans forward to add more pressure. Plague is screaming no at the ref as his hand slowly rises up... possibly contemplating tapping. We'll never know as Dillon is back and he reigns down punches from over top of Black Phoenix finally forcing her to release the hold. He stomps on Plague's injured arm a few times before going back over to Black Phoenix. He puts her in a front face lock position and twists it around into a neck breaker attempt. HE NAILS IT! He doesn't go for the cover though as he picks Black Phoenix up again. He sets Black Phoenix in a suplex position and snaps her over and then quickly goes for the cover. He gets a two count before she kicks out. Meanwhile Plague is over at the ropes using his good arm to help pull himself up while at the same time shaking and moving his hurt arm to get some feeling back in it. Dillon has Black Phoenix back up to a standing position and goes to kick her but she blocks it. He goes for an Enzuguri but she ducks as he lands on the mat face first. Black Phoenix wastes no times as she grabs his hands pulls him up and CURB STOMPS HIM DOWN! Black Phoenix has no time for more action though as Plague charges and ONE ARM SPEARS HER DOWN! He covers her but only gets a two count as Black Phoenix gets her shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Plague going for the cover after that vicious spear but no good. Wonder how long that arm will hold out.

Jake Steel: Not long enough I bet!

Plague stands up and looks over to see Dillon is still down. Plague leaves Black Phoenix be and goes over to Dillon. He uses his foot to kick him and force him to roll over. Plague runs to the ropes and jumps on to the second and springboards at Dillon with a moonsault. Dillon rolls out of the way as Plague hits the canvas. Plague is able to get back up to his feet but he's bent over and Dillon runs grabbing him with one hand and taking him down with a one armed bulldog! No pin attempts on this occasion though as Dillon leaves him alone and walks over to Black Phoenix who is just getting herself up. He spins her around and begins his punk'd sequence! He's hitting punches in all areas but before he can complete the end of the sequence Black Phoenix comes back with an over hand chop right into the neck. And another...and another! They look like they hurt and Black Phoenix pushes off of his chest to give her some distance and KAWADA KICK AND DILLON IS DOWN AGAIN! Black Phoenix goes for the cover... one... two... Plague dives and breaks up the pin attempt! Plague picks up Black Phoenix as Dillon rolls out of the way to recover himself from the kick. Plague sets her up and suplexes her over. He holds on and gets back up with her still in the suplex position and hits another one! He goes to perform the final one to complete the trifecta but Black Phoenix is trying to block it. He lifts her up and ends up setting her down on the top rope.

Caelan Tyler: Plague looking for a superplex here!

Black Phoenix is on the top rope as Plague begins to climb up to attempt a superplex. Dillon though is up and he comes behind him and goes under him electric chairing him. He backs away from the corner and drops Plague down to the mat with an electric chair slam. Black Phoenix is still on the top rope though so Dillon climbs up to the top rope with Black Phoenix to attempt a superplex of his own. He has her in position... he has her standing on the top rope... he attempts it but she refuses to go. He attempts it again but she once again refuses to go. Plague is back up and he goes under Dillon but not in an electric chair position... but a powerbomb position! Dillon realizes he's in trouble breaks the superplex attempt to try to get out of it but Black Phoenix grabs him by the throat? Black Phoenix jumps off the top rope as Plague slams Dillon down as Dillon suffers a POWERBOMB/TOP ROPE CHOKESLAM COMBINATION! The crowd erupts as Dillon rolls out of the ring apparently out of the match for good as Black Phoenix and Plague pick themselves up and realize they are alone in the ring with no Dillon in sight!

Caelan Tyler: That was vicious!

Jake Steel: He'll be out of it for a while...

They lock up with Black Phoenix grabbing Plague's head and bending it down for some hard knee shots... She also hits few into the stomach for good measure. She runs into the ropes and pounces off only for Plague to greet her with a haymaker right in the cheekbone sending her down to the mat! Plague picks her up and hits his second fisherman suplex in the match this time though he locks his fingers and bridges for the one... two... KICK OUT! Plague wastes no time standing up and picking Black Phoenix up as well. He goes to set her up for another suplex but she small packages him for a one... two... kick out! Plague after kicking out tries to stand up put Black Phoenix approaches locks up with him... and takes him down with the Scream for Me! Plague is stretched out as Black Phoenix had the fortune of grabbing his previously attacked arm! Plague is flaying about trying to get any part of his body on, over, across the bottom rope. The crowd gives him some applause as one of his legs successfully drapes over a bottom rope causing Black Phoenix to break the hold.

Caelan Tyler: Plague able to break the hold, but no way his arm will last if she continues that!

Jake Steel: WHOO! CRAZY BITCH ABUSE!

Black Phoenix stands up and drags Plague to the middle of the ring. She goes to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. She wants to attempt the Beauty That Burns! She's on top... she measures Plague and she launches... SHE MISSES AS PLAGUE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Plague rolls all the way to the outside as Black Phoenix is back up on her feet but stumbling by the bad fall. She turns around and Dillon Bourne is on the apron and he springboards off the top hitting a hurricanrana for a one... two... no Black Phoenix is able to get out of it! Dillon isn't completely okay though as he does take forever to get up. In fact Black Phoenix is up before him as he's up to one knee. She goes in to attack him but he gets a shot into her mid section. He gets another one. He forces himself back up to his feet going for the Punk'd sequence again. He goes for the roundhouse dropkick and HE COMPLETES THE SEQUENCE! Black Phoenix is down as Dillon falls to the mat still hurt badly from the chokeslam/powerbomb combo. Dillon rolls out to the apron and stands himself up. He climbs up to the top rope. Black Phoenix is not moving in the ring. He goes for the Star is Bourne but at the moment he attempts the move Black Phoenix rolls out of the way. Dillon sees it coming and is able to end up on his feet. However as soon as he lands on his feet he is met with THE VACCINE from a now back in the ring Plague. Plague goes for the cover one...two... Black Phoenix dives and makes the save!

Caelan Tyler: Plague hit one of his finishers, but BP is able to break it up!

Jake Steel: GOOD! YOU CAN DO IT CRAZY BITCH!

Plague and Black Phoenix are both standing as Dillon rolls out of the way of the action. Plague hits a forearm and Black Phoenix responds with a spinning back fist nailing Plague right in the side of the face. He doesn't go down though and kicks her in the stomach. He goes for the Downward Spiral... But she stops it mid move and now has a waist lock on him attempting to suplex him over. He's fighting it hitting a hard elbow to the face. He runs into the ropes and bounces off coming off of them and attempts to hit another huge spear on Black Phoenix. Black Phoenix though catches him on the way down with the spear and gets him locked in with a triangle choke! She's careful to keep her shoulders off the mat as she has it locked in snug. Plague lifts his hand contemplating taping but then decides forget that and continues to fight it. He's slowly losing it though. Dillon is climbing the ropes on the outside. He's hurt badly but he won't stop fighting. He's on the top rope. The Ref is checking on Plague. Dillon jumps off the top rope and lands a leg drop on Black Phoenix breaking the hold! Plague is slumped out on the mat, he is completely out of it but the match continues thanks to Dillon. Dillon is up on his feet and he walks over to pick up Black Phoenix. He Irish whips her into the ropes and goes for a hard punch but she ducks it. She bounces off the ropes and jumps off with a cross body. She lands on top of him but he rolls through it and hooks the leg... one... two... THREE! Dillon rolls out of the ring as Black Phoenix is up on her knees in shock and Plague is on the outside recovering from the triangle choke.

Caelan Tyler: Bourne got it!

Jake Steel: NOO!

Caelan Tyler: He stole that one from her.

Zach King: Here is your winner... DILLON BOURNE!

Old Time Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen...

Jake Steel: What the hell is this crap?!

Old Time Announcer: Steel, you interrupt me again and I will show you that Phoenix isn't the only one who can choke.

Jake Steel: [mumble grumble]...Phoenix sucks [mumble]

Caelan Tyler: I don't know what is going on, but I love it already.

Old Time Announcer: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted–damn, amateur–NLW proudly you presents you with its number one ranked interview segment as conducted by an active wrestler...The Complaint Department!

The lights in the arena are turned down and spotlights start to circle the audience. A familiar theme begins to play and the announcer even seems to mimic the once afternoon game show program.

Old Time Announcer: Draco...come on down!

The spotlights focus on the entrance way and Draco comes through the curtain with a microphone in hand. He trots down to the ring give a wave and a few hand shakes to the fans. He rolls into the ring, which of course has been fitted with two director style chairs as it was last week. The same mirror hangs off behind the chairs showing off Draco oddly along with the segment's name. It will be showed again for all the people who neglected to burn the image into their brain last week.

Draco: Hello and welcome to The Complaint Department. It was such a hit last week that if I didn't do another one Joan was going to demote me to the independents. I don't want to be the New York State Corndog Champion anymore than I enjoy saying it.

Plopping himself down in the director's chair that has his name embroidered on the back, Draco is ready to get his segment rolling and invite this week's guest down. The lights dim down and the spotlights start to search around the audience.

Draco: This week's guest has been an active member of the roster for...ummm....sometime? Yeah! Well, anyways, he has the Rodney Dangerfield Syndrome as well. Help me introduce our guest...

Old Time Announcer: Harvey Danger...come on down! You are the next guest on the Complaint Department!

The spotlights stop on the entrance ramp and the curtain is thrown aside and a bubbly and excited Harvey Danger is seen standing there. A smile from ear to ear is on his face as he holds a folder close to his chest with one hand and waves to a few fans. That is before he sees Draco sitting there waving him down. He nods eagerly and makes his way down to the ring taking special care of the folder that seems ready to bust at the seems with what appears to be...birthday cards...?

Harvey Danger climbs into the ring with a giant smile on his face and nearly falls over when he sits on the chair next to Draco. Draco's smirk grows as he shakes his head seeing Harvey open up the folder and dozens of homemade cards are there just waiting for Draco to sign. Draco closes the folder gently on Harvey, who looks hurt for a moment by this.

Draco: At the end of the segment, Harvey. Now, I...and everyone out there...wants to know what you were doing in the six pack challenge last event? I don't want to say you cost me the event, but I was trying to get your head into the game.

Harvey Danger: I... I don't know what you mean. Of course I deserved to be there. What do you mean I cost you the match? I don't think I did that? I lost my car keys...

Draco: interupting with a less than happy tone Contact lens...

Harvey Danger: Ah, yeah... my contact lens had fallen out when I entered the ring and I was looking for it. Yeah, my contact lens. And I wouldn't have been able to help you without it you know? Umm...

Harvey holds the folder out to Draco. He drops his head a bit and opens it revealing all the cards that he and his mother made just for Draco's signature.

Harvey Danger: Would you mind... maybe just one? That way, maybe, you won't forget to sign them before you leave?

Feeling a bit annoyed, Draco shakes his head trying to be polite and assures Harvey he will at the end of the segment. He gently closes the folder and gives it a pat trying his best to be the gentle good guy.

Draco: This is the Complaint Department, Harvey. We need to do this and then I will sign each and every card you have there.

Draco reaches for the folder and takes it setting it down on the floor and gives Harvey a nod. He looks a bit weary not able to keep his eyes off of the folder for too long. Draco doesn't really notice the look on his guest's face. His own mind is still stuck on the loss in the six pack challenge.

Draco: I went to check up on you and got rolled up. I didn't know what was going on with you. But then you can't make up your mind on some excuse. I want the truth, Harvey.

Harvey stares at the folder for a moment, then points.

Harvey Danger: Be careful with that. My mother and I spent a lot of time making those so you can sign them. I even made one for you and signed it myself. It says: To Draco: My best friend in the whole...

Seeing Harvey having the one track mind was wearing on Draco's last nerve. He knows the guy is a little off, but there was only so much he could bare. Harvey was a good guy, but Draco wasn't the most patient guy in the world.

Draco: The question, Harvey. Answer it...

Harvey Danger: Oh, well... um.. I'm telling you the truth. I'm having a hard time understanding why you don't believe me. Mother said you wouldn't believe me, that you had been playing with my mind this whole time. I just keep telling her that my old pal Draco wouldn't do such a thing. I can't put it any simpler... My contact lens slipped out of my eye on my way into the ring and I couldn't find it. I didn't realize you had been getting double and triple teamed.

Draco goes to open his mouth, but soon the crowd begins to chime in with their thoughts. Starting a chant of 'Liar...Liar...Liar'.

Harvey Danger: No I'm not! It's not good to lie! You're all lying now! I'm no liar!

Draco reaches out to say something, but before he can Harvey turns around to see a fan in the front row. The fan makes an obnoxious comment about Harvey's mom, causing Harvey to leap out of his chair and up on to the middle turnbuckle yelling at him like a lunatic.

Draco can't believe what he is seeing. This was Harvey Danger? The timid, 'I get no respect' guy? Harvey was going nuts. Most of the fans shared the same shocked expression that Draco had at the moment.

Harvey has snapped, and Draco has to pull him down off the ropes. Taking some time to cool off, Harvey sits down in his chair. The noise from the crowd is deafening and Draco slowly returns to his seat. Harvey sheepishly uses his foot to slide the folder full of birthday cards back toward Draco.

Draco: Ok...ok...wow. I did not see that coming. Listen Harvey, I don't think you are lying. Shit happens, but next time; keep your head in the match. Alright?

Harvey Danger: Yeah. Can you please sign the cards, now?

Draco: I think it would be a better option at the moment. Yeah. Where did they go?

Looking where he first placed the folder, Draco doesn't see them. He steps down from the seat wanting to make sure nothing happened to the folder so Harvey won't 'hulk' up again. When Draco's foot hits the mat, a shriek is heard from Harvey. Draco looks around wonder what is going on and realizes his foot is crushing the folder and the cards as well.

Draco: ...oh shit.

Harvey shrieks like a teenage girl at a N'Sync concert. He begins shaking and his face grows red. Springing up from his seat, Harvey unleashes a hard punch knocking Draco down to the mat. Staring over Draco, Harvey is wild-eyed and red faced.

Scooping up the folder full of cards, Harvey tears it open to inspect them and sees most of them are ripped and crushed. Harvey throws them up in the air and yells up into the air. He drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring under the bottom ropes. Harvey storms up the isle kicking at the guard rail and yelling at the fans as they taunt and laugh at him.

Draco rubbed his jaw getting up to his feet. He was shocked at how Harvey reacted. He watched as Harvey makes his way to the back. All he can do is shake his head at the new side of Harvey Danger that had been displayed today. Making sure his jaw wasn't dislocated, Draco made his way to the backstage area shaking his head in disbelief.

Caelan Tyler: An abrupt ending to the Complaint Department, but where is–

Old Time Announcer: Huh? What? Go to get a cup of coffee and it ended? Damnit!

Jake Steel: Leave it to the pros, old man.

Old Time Announcer: Old man? I wonder how you can walk with a can shoved so far up your–

Caelan Tyler: Woah! FCC! BAD! Just do the closing, man!

Old Time Announcer: ...fine. This concludes this episode of The Complaint Department. Tune in next event, same NLW time, same NLW network!

The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Charisma Finch is standing, a slightly worried look on her face.

Charisma Finch: Joining me at this time is the number one contender to the Legacy Championship...The Phoenix.

The Phoenix enters the camera shot from the left side. Charisma looks a bit more worried due to his size as she addresses him.

Charisma Finch: In two weeks we know you have Draco in a best two out of three falls match for the Legacy title. What are your thoughts on that match?

The Phoenix can tell that Charisma is petrified--after all, most of her interviews have not gone well for her. However, he smiles and responds.

The Phoenix: First off, Charisma, you can relax a bit. I'm not like most of these people around here. I'm not going to spit on you, or attack you, or even verbally insult you. You're just trying to do your job and I respect that. I promise you, I won't do anything to give you grief while I'm talking to you. All right?

The relief on Charisma's face is palpable as Phoenix resumes his speaking.

The Phoenix: Now, as for your question, I cannot worry about that match at the present. I have another match to deal with first, and that is against Harvey Danger. Once that match ends, for better or for worse, then I will worry about Draco and the Legacy title.

Charisma Finch: So, then...what about tonight? It's Harvey Danger, after all. I mean...the guy hasn't been very impressive so far.

The Phoenix: That's the whole thing, Charisma. I saw what he did in his match against Draco, what he just did to Draco in that segment. I've seen what he can do when he's focused. I'd rather not be caught off-guard if I can help it. Harvey, I've got respect for you, as I would for any former champion. But once the bell rings, all bets are off. Prepare yourself; I'm coming to win. If you will excuse me, Charisma, I need to finish my preparations.

The Phoenix leaves the shot on the left side as Charisma addresses the camera.

Charisma Finch: Back to you guys at ringside.

Caelan Tyler: Well, that was a refreshing change of pace.

Jake Steel: Speak for yourself. I will laugh in his face when he chokes against Harvey Danger of all people!

Caelan Tyler: So is that why you're wearing the shirt Draco introduced last Uprising?

Jake Steel: Hey, it's not my fault if the shirt speaks for itself!

Caelan Tyler: Don't come crying to me when he comes after you, Jake!

Jake Steel: That will be the day his ass gets sued back to the Stone Age and NLW is rid of his fat, choke-artist ass! And you can quote me on that!

Caelan Tyler: I'm certain we can...

The bell rings, signifying that a match is about to start.

Zach King: This match is scheduled for one fall!

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: First up, coming down the aisle, standing at 6 foot 8 inches... Weighing in at 280 Pounds... TALON!

Caelan Tyler: Talon had an impressive singles debut defeating Inferno, but he's facing Jin Royale tonight, and he's a former OCW World Heavyweight Champion!

Jake Steel: Pssh...like that means anything anymore. Talon is here with his lead pipes, and that means only one thing...ABUSE~!

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: And his opponent, 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: Jin Royale is certainly pumping the crowd up!

Jake Steel: Sure, but he's going to get abused by Talon.

Caelan Tyler: Can you go five minutes without saying that word?

Jake Steel: What word?

Caelan sighs.

Caelan Tyler: Anyway, this should be a roughly even match. Both men are the same size, and will do whatever it takes to win! They just interpret it in different ways. You know, one will take to the air, and the other will take to bending the rulebook...

Jin Royale and Talon circle each other in the ring. Jin stops to offer a handshake and Talon slaps it away.

Caelan Tyler: All he wanted was a show of sportsmanship!

Jake Steel: There is no sportsmanship in wrestling. There is only ABUSE~!

Jin Royale takes control with an arm drag takedown. Jin yells for Talon to get up, and then gives Talon another arm drag takedown. Basic wrestling by Jin to begin with, but it's a classic opening sequence.

Strangely, however, the crowd seems to be chanting 'Talon! Talon!' When Talon gets up from the arm drag, he shrugs at the crowd cheering for him.

Caelan Tyler: For some reason, the crowd is cheering for Talon!

Jake Steel: They have finally seen the light! Talon is a much better wrestler than that hack Jin Royale!

Talon locks in a headlock on Jin Royale. He holds it in for a few seconds, until Jin shoves away. Or tries to, but Talon catches Jin Royale in the gut with an elbow. Talon cinches on another headlock, and then changes it into a waistlock. Jin counters into a headlock, but Talon counters into a back suplex and takes Jin down to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: There you go Jake, a move that wasn't invented in the 1920s.

Jake Steel: Yeah, but it's still far from what I like to see. Hopefully these two pick it up some.

Talon tries to suplex Jin, but Jin delivers a stiff right hand to Talon! Jin irish whips Talon and hits a sweet dropkick on Talon! Jin bounces off the ropes and hits a splash! Jin picks up Talon, whips him off the ropes and powerslams him! Talon is stunned!

Jake Steel: Hey Caelan, what do you call a Quarter Pounder in France?

Caelan Tyler: I don't know, what?

Jake Steel: Royale with cheese!

Jin takes advantage of this and goes to the top rope. He tries for a second rope legdrop but Talon gets out of the way and Jin is left to grab his ass in pain. The crowd cringes at Jin's misfortune.

Caelan Tyler: That had to hurt!

Jake Steel: No shit! Have you ever been in prison when a big dude comes up to you?

Caelan Tyler: No. No, I haven't. By the way, this is a family show. Or we try to be a family show.

Jake Steel: OK, Bozell.

Talon takes advantage of the miscue by elbowdropping Jin, then locking a reverse chinlock on him. It won't wow the IWC, but it's an effective hold! As Talon locks the chinlock in, he drives a knee into Royale's back. Jin Royale grimaces in pain as the crowd cheers for him to escape the hold. Jin stands up, and the move changes to a headlock. Jin Royale elbows Talon, but Talon keeps the hold on. He elbows Talon again, and finally the move gets released.

Caelan Tyler: Jin breaks the hold!

Jake Steel: It's been a few minutes, but I haven't seen any real action. What gives?

Talon whips Jin into the corner. Talon goes for a corner clothesline but out of nowhere Jin hits the Showstopper Superkick! Talon falls to the mat as the crowd goes nuts.

Caelan Tyler: It's the Showstopper Superkick! Talon is out! Jin should win it here!

Jake Steel: Hopefully not, as Talon should kick out and have this match continue!

Jin drops down and goes for the pin, neglecting to hook the leg. The referee counts.

1~!

2~!

NO~!

Talon kicks out with some force, proving that he still has some fight left in him.

Caelan Tyler: Jin couldn't do it there.

Jake Steel: It's still relatively early in the match, and plus Jin forgot to hook the leg, giving Talon an easy kick out. This match will go on! Go Talon!

Jin doesn't get frustrated at the kick out because he figures he still has Talon in a perfectly good position. Jin has given more than he has taken, and he plans to keep it that way. Jin gives Talon an inverted atomic drop, and then a knife-edge chop. And another, knocking Talon down to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: What makes Jin so great is that he can attack from all angles. You're not sure if he'll beat you from above, or wear you down with his plethora of holds, or outmuscle you.

Jake Steel: Don't get cocky about Jin, look!

Jin whips Talon off the ropes again and tries to back body drop Talon but Talon recognizes it and catches him with the flat of his foot. Jin grabs his head, and Talon lifts up Jin for a power bomb, and forces him down to the mat with an amazing amount of force.

Jake Steel: Talon finally getting a big move in on Jin, let's see what happens here.

Talon goes for the pin, hooking the leg this time.

1~!

2~!

NO~!

Jin kicks out. Talon stomps away at Jin in frustration.

Caelan Tyler: This is no way to take out your frustrations when your opponent kicks out.

Jake Steel: Au contraire, mein froinde, it is a perfectly good way to take out your frustrations, and deal extra damage, too!

Talon stomps away at Jin until he rolls away and gets back up. Jin and Talon trade hard right hands. Jin goes for a belly to belly suplex but Talon catches Jin hard with a kneelift. Talon throws Jin in the corner and lays a barrage of punches on him. The crowd goes 'ooh!' with each hit. Talon attempts to whip Jin into the other corner, but Jin reverses it into a short arm clothesline! Jin picks up Talon, who's wobbling, and attempts to Showstopper Superkick him again, but Talon ducks and Jin manages to catch the referee! The referee goes down, and rolls out of the ring to the ringside floor!

Caelan Tyler: Jin tried to go to the well once too often, and now the referee is out!

Jake Steel: Yes! Now the match truly begins as both competitors will try to unleash heaps of ABUSE~! on the other!

Caelan Tyler: An upstanding citizen like Jin wouldn't dare cheat!

Jake Steel: It's not cheating if the referee doesn't see it!

Talon recognizes that the referee is out, and grabs one of the lead pipes from the corner of the ring. He tries to bash Jin with it, but Jin ducks out of the way. Jin retreats to a corner. Talon rushes with the lead pipe again, but Jin gets the back body drop and Talon flies over the post to the ringside mats!

Jake Steel: Dammit, I wanted to see him get hit with the lead pipe!

Caelan Tyler: Both men need to be careful; if the referee catches either one doing something untoward, he won't hesitate to disqualify!

Jake Steel: Psh, disqualification. All matches in NLW need to be no disqualification!

Jin climbs to the top rope and sees the prone Talon lying on his back on one of the ringside mats. He thinks about doing a highflying move as the crowd chants for Jin, but what would be described as an out of character move for him, drops down to ringside as Talon struggles to get up.

Jake Steel: The so-called great Jin Royale is a chicken!

Caelan Tyler: It's called risk management, Jake Steel. He figures that if he misses, he might hit the barricade and that would be bad times.

Jin also knows that the referee is still out, he can see the ref lying facedown on the ringside mats, making no attempt to get up. He searches under the ring for a weapon; he stands up and holds up to the audience his prize, a Rock Band guitar controller! However, the cord of the controller that would normally go into the system has been replaced by barbed wire! It's carefully wrapped around the controller, and not around the fret board of the controller, so that Jin can grip it and swing it without fear of damage. The crowd laughs at the discovery.

Jake Steel: So that's where the backstage Rock Band guitar went to. I was looking for that thing for days. Still, what asshole replaced the cord with barbed wire? Now I have to buy another one!

Caelan Tyler can't speak because he's too busy laughing. Jin hoists the controller up and seeks to hit Talon with it, but Talon rolls out of the way! Talon hurriedly gets up. Talon gets up and snatches the controller out of Jin's hand. He swings at Jin with the controller and hits Jin in the face with it! Jin's glorious face is full of barb-holes in it, and his face quickly turns into a crimson mask!

Caelan Tyler: Noooo! This has turned horribly wrong! You can't do this to Jin!

Jake Steel: ABUSE~! BLOOD~! THE GODS SMILE UPON THIS MATCH~!

Jin feels his forehead to confirm that he is, in fact, bleeding. Talon goes to strike Jin with the barbed wire guitar controller again, but Jin catches Talon with a low blow uppercut! The male audience closes their legs as the guitar/controller drops to the ground. Jin picks it up, and whacks Talon in the face with it, scoring a double crimson mask. Jake Steel goes nuts.

Jake Steel: DOUBLE CRIMSON MASK~! DOUBLE JUICE~! I'M SO GLAD I CAME TO WORK TODAY~!

Caelan Tyler: Someone should check on the referee, he's been out for a while. Plus, we need law and order restored to the match!

Jin stands, looking at the fallen Talon as blood from his face is dripping to his chest. He picks up Talon and deposits him on the announce table. Jin punches Talon to make sure he stays down. Jin goes to the top rope and stands there for a few moments, soaking in the crowd cheers.

Caelan Tyler: No, don't do this! You don't have to win this way! Plus, we kind of need our announce table!

Jake Steel: Do it! Do it! I don't care about the announce table anyway!

Jin leaps off the turnbuckle, displaying an amazing amount of grace for someone as huge as he is, displaying perfect form on a flying elbow drop that hits its target. Both Jin and Talon are lying down on top of the wreckage newly created by the demolished table, with no referee in sight.

Jake Steel: I hope someone is taping this match! It should be on the next NLW compilation! I don't care if the next compilation is a Titan 3 career retrospective! I don't care! Put it on there anyway!

Caelan Tyler: Why hasn't an EMT to check on the referee?

Jake Steel: Referee, shemferee, let's get back to the action!

Action, or what remains of action, as both Jin and Talon's bleeding bodies remain on top of each other. Jin is squirming to get off of Talon, but both lack energy. If this was a hardcore match, Jin probably would have won by now. Jin squirms off of Talon, and is crawling to get back to the ring, but Talon has more juice in him, getting up first. He picks up Jin and rolls him into the ring, and follows suit.

Jake Steel: Come on guys, get up! I need more action!

Caelan Tyler: Give the guys a break, they're tired and beaten up.

Jin struggles to his feet first, showing the heart of a champion. He staggers for a bit, and then collapses toward a turnbuckle. Talon gets up soon after. He goes over to the turnbuckle Jin is resting on and gives Jin a few punches. Jin slowly falls toward the ground as Talon replaces punches with stomps. He picks Jin up by the hair and drags him toward the center of the ring, then bends him down.

Jake Steel: Talon is about to go for the Bloody Talons!

Caelan Tyler: This could signify the end of the match!

Talon bounces off the rope and hits his axe kick, the Bloody Talons! Jin falls face-first to the ground. Talon flips him over so he's lying on his back, and slowly climbs the turnbuckle to go for his finishing move, Death From Above! He leaps off the turnbuckle, falls forward, and hits the move! Both men are out.

Jake Steel: Death From Above!

Caelan Tyler: But there's no referee!

Talon drapes his arm over Jin in a weak cover, but there's no referee.

Jake Steel: Talon has Jin pinned for a ten count, but there's no referee so it doesn't count! This is an injustice! Stupid Jin, cheating to get the win!

Finally, a substitute referee tries to make a very good 40 yard dash time running from the entranceway to the ring, and drops to the ground to make the count.

1~!

2~!

2.99999999~!

NO~!

Jin just barely kicks out! Both men are lying down, bloodied, beaten, tired.

Jake Steel: No! The match should have ended there!

Caelan Tyler: How much more will it take! Both men are still down, so they are in danger of being counted out if they don't get up.

The referee looks at both of the broken bodies and exercises his ten count.

1~!

2~!

3~!

4~!

Jin and Talon show signs of life, crawling toward a turnbuckle, but not getting off the ground, so the referee is free to continue his count.

5~!

6~!

7~!

Both men get up to the turnbuckle and lean against it.

8~!

9~!

Finally, both men return to a standing position on their feet and the referee continues the count.

Jake Steel: There's no way this match could end on an in-ring countout! Not after how good it's been!

Jin Royale somehow catches a second wind and catches Talon for a clothesline. Talon quickly gets back up, only for Jin Royale to rock him with another clothesline. Jin picks him up and grabs his throat.

Caelan Tyler: I wonder what he's going for here!

Jake Steel: I don't know, but it's not as good as anything Talon would do!

Jin picks up Talon, as though he would go for a chokeslam. Instead of slamming him, however, he finishes the move as a sit-out powerbomb. The ref goes to make the count, since Jin has Talon in a pin.

Caelan Tyler: This could be over!

1~!

2~!

2.99999999~!

NO~!

Talon somehow manages to kick out. The crowd is going nuts, on the edge of the seat, not knowing whether one fall would be the end or not.

Caelan Tyler: At one point, Jin is in danger, at the next, Talon is in danger. What will it take to put one of them down?

Jake Steel: A supersized helping of abuse~!.

Slowly, both men get back to their feet, and the crowd roars as they exchange blows. They go back and forth before Talon reaches out and grabs Jin by the throat, apparently looking for a chokeslam of his own. Jin, thinking quickly, delivers an elbow then wraps his own arm around Talon and hits the Fade to Black! The crowd goes wild as Jin collapses on top of Talon for the pin...

1~!

2~!

3~!

Zach King: And the winner... JIIIIIIIIIIIIIN ROYAAAAALE!

Jake Steel: DAMNIT!

Caelan Tyler: Sometimes life's not fair Jake...

Jake Steel: BULL!

The camera cuts to the backstage area focused on a door with the words 'Silver Cyanide'. Charisma Finch is standing by, a microphone in hand.

Charisma Finch: Guys, I'm standing here outside the office of Silver Cyanide, where I'm told a current member of the NLW roster who's been injured for some time has just stormed in causing a big scene. The onlookers weren't sure exactly who it was, but I've been hearing rumors all week about a certain individual being poised to make a return and it might very well be him. I'm going to stand here and see if I can-

Suddenly the door swings violently open and out walks PIC, dressed in a black cut-off t-shirt with a new PIC logo written in purple on the front. He doesn't look happy and turns to face inside the door.

PIC: You just keep the checks coming and let me take care of the rest!

PIC slams the door and goes to walk away but stops as Charisma reaches out and grabs him by the arm.

Charisma Finch: PIC? So the rumors are true? You're fully healed and ready to make a comeback here in NLW?

PIC: Yeah, whatever. Look, I don't have a whole lot of time. I'm here to take care of some business, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Charisma Finch: What do you mean, business? It's your first night back, you don't have a match, what could you possibly have to do?

PIC: Well, let's just say I know who's behind the ???. People have been speculating, but I knew from the first viral campaign I saw online who it was. And let me be perfectly honest, this person makes me sick. I came back early, I'm not even cleared to wrestle, but I'm back...and if it's who I think it is, and I know it is...I'm here to take him out. No one ever crosses me and gets away with it. I'm generally a pretty laid back kind of guy and usually very forgiving. But this person has done something to me that can never be forgiven, and I'll turn over every corner of this building until I find him.

Charisma Finch: Wait. You're saying you know who's behind the campaign and that the person is in this building tonight?

PIC: Oh he's definitely here. And if I know him...he's not alone. But it doesn't matter, you'll all find out soon enough. Just look for the guy being carted out of here on a body bag. And as for the rest of the locker room...be forewarned. I'm PIC and I'm back...no catchphrase needed.

Charisma Finch: PIC, wait...

Charisma reaches out to grab his arm again, but he jerks away and walks off down the hall.

Charisma Finch: Well, PIC's back and he's got a score to settle with whoever's behind these crazy ??? promotions. I wonder who it could be?

Caelan Tyler: So PIC's back, and he says he knows who's behind all this craziness.

Jake Steel: I know who it is too!

Caelan Tyler: ...Who?

Jake Steel: Titan 3.

Caelan Tyler: No way!

Jake Steel: YES! He's returned to save us!

Caelan Tyler: ...Whatever.

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

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

Zach King: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan... Weighing in at 310 pounds... this is ARCHANGEL!

Caelan Tyler: Archangel asked for this match last week, although I'm still not entirely clear as to why.

Jake Steel: To get his fight on. Duh.

'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: And his opponent... from Nashville, Tennessee... Weighing in at 305 pounds... ELIMINATOR!

Caelan Tyler: Eliminator was victorious last week over Dan Koehler, think he'll have any problems here Jake?

Caelan Tyler: No idea, I'm just predicting ABUSE!

Before the bell even rings, the two massive competitors stand in the center of the ring, nose to nose as words are passed between the two. The referee calls for the bell, and all hell breaks loose in the ring, as the two men lay into each other, trading right-handed haymakers without backing down an inch. Slowly, Archangel gets the advantage as he rocks Eliminator with a shot to the temple. Another follows this, and before Eliminator can get his bearings back he is dropped by a vicious lariat-like clothesline from AA!

Caelan Tyler: And Archangel gets the first advantage of the contest with that hard clothesline!

Jake Steel: Good, the sooner this starts, the sooner we get to the abuse!

Eliminator is quick to get back to his feet, however, only to be dropped with another clothesline by the Detroit native. Eliminator is a bit wary to get up this time, and smartly ducks a third clothesline before hitting his own clothesline to drop Archangel to the mat. With no wasted motion, Eliminator drops to the mat in a full mount position as he rains down right hands on the skull of AA. After just a couple of these, though, Archangel shoves Eliminator off of him and the two return to a standing base.

Caelan Tyler: So far this appears to be an even match, Jake. This could go either way at this rate.

Jake Steel: Who cares? When are we going to get to the blood and the carnage?

Caelan Tyler: 'Carnage?' Where did you pick that one up from? ...Wait, on second thought, don't answer that. I'd rather not know.

Eliminator has a look of grudging respect on his face, while Archangel continues to look like he means business. They come to the center of the ring again, and this time they tie up, jockeying for position before ending up in the corner. Referee asks for a clean break, and Eliminator, who is in the dominant position on this exchange, gives him one. However, Archangel is quick to surprise Eliminator with a kick to the gut, and executes a side belly to belly suplex!

Caelan Tyler: So much for a clean break there.

Jake Steel: I like that about Archangel, he's got a mean streak. Now, open him up! I want BLOOD!

Caelan Tyler: You need help, you know?

Jake Steel: ...And your point is?

Eliminator is quick to roll to the ropes and to the floor as Archangel puts the boots to his opponent. Once he reaches the ringside area, Eliminator shakes his head and directs a kick to the steel steps as the ref begins to count. Archangel shakes his head and decides to come out after his opponent as the fight now spills to the floor!

Jake Steel: NOW things are going to get interesting! WHOOOO!

Caelan Tyler: Can I get a rag to clean up Jake's drool, please?

Archangel comes behind Eliminator, looking to turn him around. However, Eliminator senses his opponent was coming as he spins around to connect with a discus punch, sending AA to the protective mats. Archangel is quick to regain his feet, as Eliminator sets up for an Irish whip--reversal by Archangel, re-reversal by Eliminator and Archangel goes shoulder-first into the steel barricades! Eliminator has a determined look on his face as he charges in...but AA moves, and Eliminator spears the barricades!

Caelan Tyler: This match is becoming violent in a hurry!

Jake Steel: YES! ABUSE!

Caelan Tyler: Well, at least we know SOMEONE is enjoying the match....

Eliminator is slow to get back to his feet as AA breaks the count by rolling into, and back out of, the ring. Archangel grabs Eliminator by the head, and rams his head into the barricade before clotheslining him into the first row ringside! The fans scatter, except for one female who is holding a notepad and pencil sitting about five feet away from Eliminator. Archangel reaches over, cinches up Eliminator, and brings him back to the ringside area the hard way, via a vertical suplex!

Caelan Tyler: Well, at least one of our fans is showing some bravery at not leaving the middle of the action.

Jake Steel: Bravery? She looked like the vacant-headed type to me, Cael!

Caelan Tyler: Jake, you can't talk about our fans that way!

Jake Steel: They paid their money to come in, they take their chances by sitting where they do!

Caelan Tyler: ...

The ref's count is again at six by the time Archangel rolls in to break it. Soon after, he's back outside the ring, smashing Eliminator's head into the ring apron. He looks around for a minute before a smile crosses his face. AA walks over and forcibly evicts Zach King from his seat before folding it up and carrying the chair back to where Eliminator is still slumped against the ring. With a sadistic grin, AA raises the chair, then brings it down...but Eliminator moves, and Archangel drops the chair due to the vibrations from striking the ring apron! Thinking quickly, Eliminator kicks Archangel and the gut and drill shim with a DDT onto the fallen steel chair!

Caelan Tyler: For a regular match, this looks more like a street fight than anything.

Jake Steel: WHOO!

Caelan Tyler: What the hell was that for, Jake?

Jake Steel: BLOOD! Archangel got busted open but good!

Caelan Tyler: ...As a matter of fact, you're right.

Eliminator is now the one in charge as he grabs Archangel and throws him back into the ring before the ref finally finishes his count. Archangel isn't bleeding too badly, but it's definitely a target as Eliminator goes back to the mount position, piston-like right hands driving into the laceration in order to make it worse. After a few seconds, Eliminator stands, measures his opponent and drops a driving elbow into the forehead of his opponent. Eliminator looks for a cover...

1

2--and that's all he will get, as Archangel has a foot on the bottom rope.

Caelan Tyler: Nice ring presence by Archangel to get a foot on the rope to break the pin.

Jake Steel: Good, gives us the chance for more ABUSE!

Eliminator senses that the end may be near as he gets Archangel to his feel and sets up for the Prelude to a Fall. However, Archangel manages to drop out of the set-up, and catches Eliminator unaware with a Head Rush takedown! Both men are face-down on the canvas as the referee begins his mandatory count.

Caelan Tyler: Archangel showing he's not out of this yet, Jake.

Jake Steel: But...more abuse...we haven't had enough abuse yet!

Archangel is up at six, and hauls Eliminator to his feet before delivering a ring-rattling powerbomb to the man from Nashville! Archangel now drops into a cover...

1

2

Shoulder up at two and a half! Undaunted, Archangel points to the turnbuckle, signaling that the Hedon Bomb--and thus the end of the match--could be mere moments away! AA picks up Eliminator and hauls him into the corner, looking to end the match...but Eliminator has a death-grip on the ropes, not letting Archangel get the move off. Angered, AA steps back to pound the back of Eliminator for his insolence, only to catch a kick to the gut and the Prelude to a Fall for his troubles!

Caelan Tyler: Double-arm DDT by Eliminator, will this do it?

Eliminator pulls AA to the center of the ring, and cinches him into position. He lifts Archangel into the air, and drops him with a piledriver-type impact; Archangel has experienced the Process of Elimination! Weary, Eliminator collapses into the cover...

1

2

3!

The bell sounds as Eliminator gets to his feet, his arm raised in victory by the referee.

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

Caelan Tyler: Archangel tried his damnedest, but in the end Eliminator managed to pull it out.

Jake Steel: Still had some great abuse though.

Caelan Tyler: That it did.

The NLW Jumbotron flicks on to show the outside of an undescribed arena. With a pan of the shot, the camera moves into focus of the parking garage which is only attended by one parking attendee who seems to have fallen asleep. It's dark and the garage seems to be nearly empty, a few seconds go by and the back of a fairly large man can be seen. The camera pans in and the man has the NLW Championship belt over his shoulder, it's Ice Man. The shot is your standard shot of the newly crowned champion as he leaves the arena, but for a split second - the Jumbotron flickers to static and switches to security cameras.

Caelan Tyler: So this is what took place after last Uprising.

The screen is now split into six different camera angles, obviously taken from the cameras inside the parking garage. You see Ice Man walking alone with the belt over his shoulder from a top down view in one camera, straight on in another, and behind from the third. The other cameras show another man who can hardly be made out leaning up against a car.

Caelan Tyler: As you can see, Ice Man was trying to exit the arena after his hard-fought victory over Aphrodisia.

The screen flickers again and the cameras all change to different views, and Ice Man has now walked past the man. A few seconds go pass and the man gets off the car and begins to follow Ice Man.

Caelan Tyler: The man there is following Ice Man, and it's not clear yet why.

Jake Steel: Yawn.

The screen flickers for the last time to one camera that is focused right in on the unknown man and Ice Man. The screen has changed just seconds before the man, who can now be made out as Vincent Kane, comes up from behind Ice Man and cracks him across the back of the head with a foreign object. Ice Man falls to the ground holding the back of his head, and Kane proceeds to start stomping and kicking Ice Man. In between kicks and stomps, you can make out that VK is yelling at Ice Man, but there is no sound on the camera.

Caelan Tyler: There's Vincent Kane, and he jumped Ice Man!

Jake Steel: SNAP!

The brutal attack carries on for a few moments before a third figure can be seen in the picture walking up on the attack. It's a smaller frame, obviously female, and she just stops in her tracks for a moment. It looks like she's trying to get a grasp for what's going on, and you'd expect her to call for help, but no! The figure sprints into frame and you can see that it's Aphrodisia Jordan!

Caelan Tyler: The former champ showed up... That wasn't mentioned... What do you think she'll do?

Jake Steel: Well what do you think?

Caelan Tyler: I have no idea.

Vincent Kane doesn't notice at first in the midst of his shouting and beating of Ice Man, but after a moment, he realizes that Jordan is right across from him laying down the boots as well. Kane stops and just looks confused for a second before saying something to her. The two exchange words, their expressions showing nothing but anger. After a moment, Aph raises a fist quickly and looks as if she's going to slug Vincent, but he manages to push her back a bit and motions back to Ice Man.

Caelan Tyler: Kane was trying to get her to help him.

Jake Steel: And she should've. Bitch took her title.

Having his back to the security desk, Vincent doesn't notice when the group of security guards are charging to the situation. With Ice Man down and the guards a good fifteen seconds away from helping him, Vincent drags him to his feet and yells something at Aphrodisia, you see her bend over and grab something from the ground and toss it at Vincent, who then is about to crack Ice Man in the head one last time, but he quickly reaches out and catches Aprodisia in the mouth with a hard jab, she stumbles backwards holding her mouth which shows blood beginning to flow. VK than turns and goes to whack Ice Man one more time, but before he is able to - security tackles him to the ground.

Caelan Tyler: Thank God security showed up when it did!

Jake Steel: DAMN! I wanted more abuse...

Ice Man collapses, VK is being restrained, and Jordan is being lead away by the guards. She seems to be mocking Kane, as he lay on the ground underneath the guards as the scene cuts to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: So there you have it folks, the reason why Vincent Kane is being held from tonight's Uprising.

Jake Steel: Needed more abuse...

Caelan Tyler: Since seeing the video from after our last uprising many people have been wondering what shape our new NLW Champion is in. As it turns out we have a satellite link to his house in Portland right now, and he has agreed to give us an impromptu interview. So here he is ladies and gentlemen, The Ice Man!

The lights in the arena dim and the jumbotron flickers a few times before finally coming into focus, displaying The Ice Man, belt over his shoulder, sitting in his living room. He takes a sip from a glass on the table next to him before replacing it and looking into the camera.

The Ice Man: Hello Caelan, how are you tonight?

Caelan Tyler: I'm doing well, let's get to this, shall we? Earlier tonight we saw footage from the security cameras that showed Vincent Kane and Aphrodisia Jordan both attacking you after last uprising. I guess the first question on everybody's mind is, how are you doing? Is there any lasting damage from that savage attack?

The Ice Man: Well, between my actual match that night and that event I was a little sore, but it wasn't anything that could keep me down. It takes more than that to keep me down, I think everybody knows that by now.

Caelan Tyler: I see. Well then what do you say to the rumors that you had to be hospitalized after the attack? Along with the rumor that it is the reason you are not here in person tonight?

The Ice Man: Caelan you know as well as I do that people talk. Did I go to the hospital? Yes, but if you lost as much blood as I did during that match wouldn't you? And as far as me not being there, well I earned a night off and so I decided to use it to relax, is there something wrong with that?

Caelan Tyler: No, of course not. Well I guess the last thing I have to ask is, do you have anything to say to either of your attackers?

The Ice Man: Well first off, I can't blame Aphrodisia one bit, believe it or not. She was obviously very angry, and very confused. She thought she was unstoppable and I proved her wrong. Those are natural feelings, ones that I can at least understand. That's not to say that there won't be some repercussions along the way, but that can wait.

The Ice Man takes another sip out of the glass and takes a deep breath.

The Ice Man: On the other hand we have Vincent Kane. Kane is scared, and his fear lead him to attack me. He is trying to project his fear onto me, and it won't work. I will not bend to the will of a coward. Soon enough the time will come when he will have to face me in the ring, and he won't have the advantage of a sneak attack. He won't have the advantage of fighting an exhausted man. When the time comes he will have to try and stand toe-to-toe with me in the ring, and he will know what fear really is.

Caelan Tyler: Well there you have it folks, strong words from a very strong man. I would hate-

The Ice Man: Oh, and one more thing. Kane, if you really think you are tough enough to come after my title, how about we make things interesting. How about we make your title shot an Ice Box match? First man to lock his opponent in the freezer wins.

With those words the jumbotron goes black, and the arena lights come back up.

Caelan Tyler: The champ calling Kane out. Any idea what Kane's response will be?

Jake Steel: Nope!

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

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

Caelan Tyler: Harvey's out here, surprisingly not looking as angry as he was last time he was here.

Jake Steel: Harvey no smash?

Caelan Tyler: Apparently not.

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

Zach King: Coming down the aisle... from the End of Nowhere, weighing 365 pounds... this is THE PHOENIX!

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

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix looks ready as usual.

Jake Steel: I wonder if he'll notice my shirt...

Caelan Tyler: God I hope so.

The bell rings as Harvey Danger and Phoenix lock up. Harvey Danger succeeds in getting a side headlock on The Phoenix but the success is short lived as Phoenix backs into the ropes and is able to repel Harvey off into the opposite side. Harvey bounces off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt. He rebounds once more and ducks one more clothesline attempt. He bounces off again and hits a running drop kick and quickly stands up and throws his hands up to the crowd in celebration... and the crowd is cheering! Of course, the reason they are cheering is that Phoenix with stood the running dropkick that barely grazed him and is just watching Harvey celebrate with much amusement. Harvey finally turns around and face palms himself as Phoenix walks in lifts him up and bodyslams him to the mat.

Jake Steel: ...Yeah, so much for Harvey smash...

Caelan Tyler: Yep, Phoenix in control here.

Harvey is rattled but isn't given much time to recover as Phoenix picks him up and sets him up for a suplex. He lifts Harvey Danger up and holds him up! Three seconds... Four seconds... Five Seconds... Six Seconds... and he finally drops him down as Phoenix is definitely in control this match. Harvey isn't completely down though. Despite the suplex he is able to roll over and get on his knees but is sent back to the mat when Phoenix stands over him and drops an elbow on him. Phoenix rolls him over and goes for a pin attempt without hooking the leg. Harvey easily kicks out right at two. Phoenix picks up Harvey Danger and throws him into the ropes. He ducks down for a back body drop but Harvey Danger flips over him and attempts to take him down with a sunset flip. He's trying... he's trying... he's... Phoenix isn't going over. Phoenix looks down at Harvey shaking his head so Harvey does the 'smart' thing... he keeps trying. Phoenix drops down and sits on him as the ref who saw that coming way before Harvey did drops down quickly for a count. Harvey gets his shoulder up for a two count though.

Caelan Tyler: CRUNCH!

Jake Steel: ...Ow. Poor Harvey.

The beginning moments of the match definitely haven't gone Harvey's way as Phoenix stands up and drops another elbow into his chest. Phoenix stands up while picking Harvey up by the head and lifts him up and rams him into the corner. Harvey is trapped in the corner as Phoenix rears back and CHOP into the chest. It echos as Harvey hunches over grabbing his chest. Phoenix forces him to straighten back up in the corner just so he can deliver ANOTHER HARD CHOP into the chest. He then hooks Harvey's arm and hip tosses him high and hard out of the corner. Harvey Danger decides this is a good time to take a break and rolls out of the ring to recover a moment as Phoenix stands in the middle of the ring, ready for anything Harvey brings at him. The Ref starts a count and at the count of six Harvey hops on the apron and then enters back into the ring. Phoenix goes to lock up with Harvey again but Harvey ducks the lock up attempt. Phoenix turns around and gets hit with a drop kick. Harvey stands up and Phoenix tries for another lock up attempt but Harvey ducks it. Phoenix turns around and Harvey goes for another dropkick but this time goes low hitting Phoenix in the knee. It succeeds in forcing Phoenix to drop to one knee much to the amazement of both Harvey and the crowd. Harvey bounces off the ropes and attempts a cross boy on the kneeling Phoenix... who catches him! Phoenix stands up and front slams Harvey landing on top of him for a one... two... Harvey gets a shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix is just dominating Harvey so far.

Jake Steel: DAMNIT! You're *supposed* to be choking!

Phoenix stands up and goes for another elbow drop but Harvey rolls out of the way this time. Phoenix rolls over to his stomach and goes to push himself up so Harvey quickly gets a front headlock on him. Harvey's really wrenching up on the headlock but it doesn't stop Phoenix from standing up. Phoenix easily picks Harvey up and charges him into the corner once again ramming him once more. He then irish whips Harvey into the other corner. Phoenix charges thinking of hitting a running clothesline but Harvey ducks and Phoenix hits the corner sternum first! That takes the air out of Phoenix who stumbles out of the corner as Harvey comes up behind him and sets him up for a neckbreaker and gets it! Harvey goes for the cover thinking he might get the win... but Phoenix kicks out right at two. Harvey gets Phoenix in a sitting position and puts him in a sleeper hold! He's doing all he can to wrench the sleeper hold in as Phoenix very quickly gets himself to a standing position. He tries to back peddle into the corner squashing Harvey but Harvey releases the hold and side steps out of the way causing Phoenix to hit the corner back first. Harvey gets a running start and goes in with a running drop kick in the corner! Phoenix is stunned in the corner as Harvey climbs up on the second rope and raises his hands up trying to get the crowd pumped for the corner mount punches! It fails miserably.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey's in control no, going for some corner punches.

Jake Steel: HA! CHOKING!

Harvey begins to punch Phoenix over and over again counting along with himself since the crowd won't. 1...2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... Harvey pauses before the tenth punch letting Phoenix think about it and throws his fist down... Somehow over shooting Phoenix and hitting the steel rod behind the turnbuckle. Harvey screams and jumps off Phoenix shaking his fist and blowing on it. He turns around in time to see Phoenix coming out of the corner after him and he's able to react quickly enough and get Phoenix in a drop toehold causing Phoenix to crash face first on the mat. Harvey stands up and... well he's unsure of what he should do next. Harvey thinks about it for a moment and goes out to the apron and climbs up to the top rope. Phoenix is standing up and Harvey waits for him to stand. Phoenix is up and he turns around as Harvey comes off the top rope with a flying cross body. Phoenix catches him and HE TOPPLES OVER! The Ref not expecting it to actually work is late in getting down to the mat we got a one... two... Kick out! Harvey's frustrated and goes to argue with the ref who just ignores him like he's not even there. Harvey takes to long to realize the ref isn't interested in listening to him though and is spun around by a recovered and standing Phoenix who nails him with an inverted atomic drop. Phoenix doesn't let go though and lifts him up again with another inverted atomic drop. Harvey's face says it all as he's grimacing in pain as Phoenix lifts him up again for a THIRD inverted atomic drop. He now grabs one of Harvey's legs and is setting him up for a dragon screw but Harvey attempts an enzuguri but Phoenix ducks it and Harvey flops to the mat. Harvey stands up and Phoenix grabs him with a waist lock from behind and nails him with a released German suplex!

Caelan Tyler: Harvey just can't seem to catch a break.

Jake Steel: DAMNIT he needs to!

Harvey is in pain as he's near the ropes and is pulling himself up by the ropes. Phoenix comes up behind him and grabs him and spins him around. He walks to the center of the ring and drops Harvey with a regular atomic drop. He doesn't let go as he lifts him up again and drops him down with a back suplex as well. He goes for the cover the ref getting a two count with Harvey successful in getting an elbow up. Phoenix picks up Harvey again and irish whips him into the ropes. Harvey comes off and this time Phoenix successfully nails the back body drop! He grabs Harvey's arm and drags him into position as he goes outside to the apron and begins to climb up to the top rope for his secondary finisher. Harvey wasn't as finished as he thought though as Harvey is able to stir and rise up to his feet causing Phoenix to contemplate plan B while he's up on the top rope. Before he can formulate such a plan though Harvey trips over his own feet and stumbles into the ropes shaking them resulting in Phoenix crotching himself on the top rope the audience groaning in response.

Caelan Tyler: OUCH!

Jake Steel: HAHAHAHAHA!

Harvey is ecstatic. Phoenix is in position for his finisher! Harvey makes it to the corner as fast as he can and climbs up to the top rope with Phoenix. He grabs him in a front headlock and prepares to drop him down with the Danger DDT! Harvey's pulling back... trying to force Phoenix to come down but he's just not having it. After a few tries Phoenix gets his hands up and pushes Harvey off who falls on the mat in position for the Flashfire! Phoenix is standing on the top rope and he jumps off. Harvey rolls out of the way and Phoenix crashes down unto the mat! He rolls over in pain as Harvey dives on top of him for a pin attempt. One... Two... KICK OUT! Phoenix doesn't plan on staying down long as he's already on his feet but hunched over. Harvey grabs him in a headlock and drops him down with a good old fashion normal DDT! The crowd is stirring! Harvey thinks it's for him so he waves and plays to the crowd when in reality they are only stirring cause Legacy Champion Draco has made his way down to ringside to get a closer look at his next opponent who is currently losing to Harvey Danger.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like curiosity has gotten the best of Draco in the case of both men here.

Jake Steel: Especially after that vicious attack by Harvey earlier. You know what they say...

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: PHOENIX SUCKS! BWHAHAHA~!

Harvey doesn't even notice Draco. He keeps on accepting the reaction from the crowd before turning around and seeing Phoenix was standing back up from the DDT the effects completely worn out. Harvey walks over to the bent over Phoenix and nails him with a European uppercut. He bends him over and hits another European uppercut. Harvey has some momentum now and he's feeling it! He bends Phoenix over and sets him up for another DDT attempt! No... succeeds in sending him down with a second DDT! He goes for the cover one... two... Phoenix gets a shoulder up! Harvey stands up goes out to the apron and begins to climb up to the top rope. Phoenix is standing himself up and he turns around as Harvey comes off the top rope with a missile dropkick but Phoenix moves out of the way and Harvey lands on the mat hard. Phoenix backs up into the ropes and leans on them for a moment shaking some cob webs as Harvey stands up from the fall. Phoenix walks over to him as Harvey spins around and gets caught in a bear hug. Phoenix lifts him up and nails a belly to belly suplex landing on top of him for a two count!

Caelan Tyler: Draco doesn't seem to be interested in interfering here.

Jake Steel: He should if it looks like Phoenix might win though!

Draco continues to watch the match from outside the ring as Phoenix picks up Harvey and sets him up for a butterfly suplex. He lifts him up and nails the move and again goes for a quick cover which again only gets him a two count. Phoenix picks up Harvey Danger and spins him around and grabs one of his legs and pulls up on it. He lifts him up and does the atomic drop dropping Harvey's leg across his knee. Harvey drops down rolling around in pain as Phoenix prepares to start softening him for his finisher. He grabs Harvey's leg and begins to kick at it as Harvey grabs the ropes causing the ref to break up the assault! Harvey pulls himself up so Phoenix walks up and kicks his leg out from under him. Harvey falls back down to the mat. Phoenix grabs him by the leg and pulls him toward the center of the ring. He extends Harvey's leg flat out and drops the knee down on it a couple of times! Harvey is in pain as he forces himself up on his feet with a noticeable limp. Harvey turns around as Phoenix grabs the hurt leg and sets it for the Dragon Screw Leg Whip for the second time this match! Just like earlier in the match Harvey goes for the enzuguri but this time he nails it! Phoenix drops to his knees holding the back of his head and then falls down to the mat rocked!

Caelan Tyler: Harvey back in control here!

Jake Steel: YES!

Harvey tries to roll Phoenix over for the pin attempt and finally does. One... Two... Phoenix kicks out again. Harvey attempts to stand and succeeds but he is still limping at the assault of his leg. He walks over to the down Phoenix who to the surprise of Harvey grabs his leg and takes him down. Harvey frantically fights while Phoenix stands up and begins a... SPINNING TOE HOLD?!?! Harvey is not enjoying this as Phoenix keeps apply pressure after each spin. Harvey attempts to kick Phoenix off but the kick has no effect as Phoenix attempts a fourth rotation. Finally Phoenix stops the spinning and instead begins to position Harvey's legs for a figure four! Phoenix drops down and locks it in! Harvey Danger is in pain! Harvey is near the ropes though so he reaches out behind him but the ropes are just barely out of reach. He's in deep trouble as Phoenix really has the hold locked on! Harvey stretches out again... he's near he's near... His fingers are barely touching the ropes but the ref says that's enough and counts to five. Phoenix yells at the Ref for help in releasing the hold and the Ref comes down to help break it up. The hold is released as Harvey pulls himself out to the apron in pain. He pulls himself up as Phoenix walks over and grabs him by the head. He's going to attempt to suplex him back into the ring. He tries to lift him up but Harvey gets one of his feet through the rope to keep him from rising. Phoenix attempts to lift him up again but Harvey's leg is still through the rope. Harvey grabs on to Phoenix's head and drops down to the floor snapping Phoenix's throat over the top rope. Harvey winches in pain as he lands and uses the apron for support but is all smiles when he sees Phoenix down from his defensive maneuver.

Caelan Tyler: Vicious move by Harvey there in order to get himself free.

Jake Steel: Loving that!

Harvey climbs up to the top rope and decides now would be a good time to attempt a springboard move despite the bad wheel. He pulls back on the top rope and leaps up on top of it... maintaining his balance despite the bad leg. He jumps off going for an elbow smash but Phoenix rolls out of the way and Harvey comes crashing down to the mat! Both men are now down as the ref begins to administer a ten count to both participants. As he starts the count Draco decides this would be a good time to get some taunting in and he jumps up on the apron grabbing his own throat with both of his hands making choking noises at Phoenix. Phoenix seems to not hear him though as he's away from Draco trying to pull himself back up with the ropes. Draco stops the choking noises and just begins to flat out shout at Phoenix to get his attention as Harvey is able to get to his feet. He limps around and sees Draco yelling and mistakes it for encouragement. With a smile he waves at Draco and thanks him for coming down! Draco shakes his head and begins to point behind Harvey while screaming 'NO NOT YOU!' Harvey's smile disappears as he realizes Phoenix is now behind him.

Caelan Tyler: Doh!

Jake Steel: HARVEY NO!

Harvey tries to spin around with a forearm shot but Phoenix blocks it. He wastes no time in grabbing Harvey's bad leg lifting it up and NAILING THE DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP! Draco drops down from the apron and slams the palm of his hand on it in frustration. Harvey is in pain as Phoenix forces him back up on his feet. As soon as he has Harvey back up he immediately takes him right back down with an armbar take down! He then quickly repositions himself and has Harvey locked in the BLAZE OF GLORY! Harvey frantically looks around to see if he's near any ropes and upon realizing he's not taps out to the submission. Phoenix immediately lets go of the hold after the tap out as Harvey rolls to the apron in pain as Phoenix finds Draco on the outside and points at Harvey as if to say 'how about that?'. Draco makes one final choking motion before turning around and walking to the back..

Zach King: Here is your winner... THE PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: I can't believe Harvey thought Draco was rooting him on after what happened earlier.

Caelan Tyler: ...Some people are gullible I guess...

Caelan Tyler: Well that was interesting. He's debuting next Uprising!

Jake Steel: Whoop-de-freakin'-doo!

The scene cuts into Drake Hazard walking along backstage, looking, well, pissed, but he usually looks that way. He stops, however, blinking at a note on the ground. He picks it up...

EL GOTCHA!

He blinks again before an assailant from out of nowhere appears, steel chair slamming into Drake Hazard's back! Hazard is laid out cold, the assailant, oddly shaped like...*someone* familiar, possibly partial or 80% of the Freakin' Show, with a luchador mask on...or is that a ski mask?

Masked Man: El Robador has come...for your VALUABLES.

The self-professed El Robador slams the chair against Drake's head once more time before...walking off. A hand appears from off screen, taking Drake's wallet, before disappearing once more...

Caelan Tyler: What the hell?

Jake Steel: El Robador?!

Caelan Tyler: ...Wow.

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

Zach King: The following match is a steel cage match and is for the Anarchy X Championship! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois... Weighing in at 277 pounds... BRAD JACKSON!

Caelan Tyler: Well it's the match you've been waiting for Jake, Jackson versus Aphrodisia.

Jake Steel: WHOOHOO!

The image flashes briefly on the screen before the lights go out suddenly. Rapid riffs on a guitar begin to play. With every major beat where the other instruments join in, purple and white lights flash across the audience and the ring. After a few bars, the other instruments join in. The lead guitar takes off in a downward scale as 'Dead Man Walking' by Bloodsimple starts.

The song takes off in a flurry of cords and drum strokes as purple flames explode from the turnbuckles and around the stage. Sparks rain down from above the entrance way as the video begins, displaying images of Aphrodisia Jordan's triumphs and infamous bumps.

Imagery of black panthers and the Omega symbol flash in between the videos of Aphrodisia. A figure begins to appear behind the shower of sparks. She steps forward through the rain, followed by her manager, Joseph, who promptly lights her cigarette for her.

Aphrodisia, trailed by Joseph, starts down the ramp towards the ring. She seems unphased by the heavy boos from the crowds. Her eyes are focused on the ring as she continues her casual stroll downward.

Joseph stays outside of the ring as Aphrodisia climbs the stairs. Using the top rope, she springboards herself into the ring, landing deftly on her feet. She smoothes out her wife beater as she exhales a lungful of smoke through her nostrils. She begins to pace in the corner slowly as the music begins to fade out.

Zach King: And his opponent, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana... Weighing in at 168 pounds... APHRODISIA JORDAN!

With both individuals in the ring, the steel cage begins to lower.

Caelan Tyler: This is Aph's chance to Triple Crown the three singles titles in NLW, a feat not yet accomplished in NLW.

Jake Steel: She's got a 277 pound wall to go through if she's gonna do that though.

Caelan Tyler: No kidding, this is going to be violent.

Jake Steel: WHOO!

The two combatants stare a hole through each other as the cage finishes its final descent, ominously dropping into place around the ring. The stage crew finishes securing the sides as the bell rings. Immediately the two charge each other, Aph attempting to catch Jackson with an elbow that fails as Jackson grabs her with a collar and elbow tie-up, shoving her into the corner. Once in the corner, Jackson unleashes a headbutt on the former NLW Champion, cracking skull across skull with a sickening sound. Jackson follows it up with a back elbow, driving his limb into Aph's head and neck with as much force as he can muster. Stepping back for a moment, Jackson gives Aph the old one finger salute before rifling his fist into her temple.

Caelan Tyler: This start does not bode well for Aphrodisia at all. Her main advantage against Jackson is her speed, and being in this cage really hurts that.

Jake Steel: She's a Crazy Bitch, she'll find a way to deal.

Caelan Tyler: Not to mention that Jackson wrestles essentially the same style as Ice Man.

Jake Steel: Just meaner.

Caelan Tyler: Exactly! This could only end poorly for her.

Jake Steel: Them Crazy Bitches always find a way...

Regardless of Jake's confidence in her, Aph is no doubt not quite feeling as good as she struggles to shake the cobwebs as Jackson decides now is as good a time as any to try to escape the cage. Jackson heads to the opposite corner, starting to climb the turnbuckle as Aph realizes what he's doing and heads over. Jackson is on the top rope, trying to get a foothold onto the cage when Aph charges the corner, jumping up and slamming into his back! The blow sandwiched Jackson between the cage and Aphrodisia, and Jackson slips from his perch, dropping down onto the top turnbuckle. Aph quickly drags him down into a tree of woe position, stomping his mid-section a few times before going to the other side of the ring and climbing the turnbuckle, taunting the fans briefly before issuing a Face Full of Steel to Jackson!

Caelan Tyler: Vicious move by Aphrodisia there, leaping across the ring for it!

Jake Steel: Told you she'd find a way!

Caelan Tyler: Well it's going to take a lot more than that to keep Jackson down.

Pulling Jackson out of the tree of woe, Aph continues the assault, stomping on him before delivering a knee to the side of Jackson's head, knocking him onto his back. Aph follows it up with a quick kneedrop and a pin, hooking the leg.

1...

2...

No! Jackson got his shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: It should be noted that this match can be ended in one of three ways: pinfall, submission, or by escaping from the cage.

Jake Steel: Preferably not by escaping the cage though, that'd be some weak shit.

Caelan Tyler: Says you.

Jake Steel: I want abuse damnit!

Ask and you shall receive, as Aph is apparently in a giving mood as she drags Jackson to his feet, hitting him with forearms while doing so. Aph grabs Jackson's arm, attempting to crank it with an armbar when Jackson springs to life, leveling the former champion with a lariat. Shaking his head, Jackson quickly levels her a second time when she bounces back up. Pulling her up by her hair, Jackson drags her to the steel cage, slamming her into it. Not the least bit satisfied by just that, Jackson grinds Aph's head and face across the steel mesh, grinning all the while. Jackson follows it up with a one finger salute to the fans before hitting the Memory Lapse and going for a pin.

1...

2...

No! Aph manages to kick out, punishing Jackson for not hooking the leg.

Caelan Tyler: Another pin attempt and another kickout in this match-up.

Jake Steel: It's way too early for that noise, not nearly enough abuse has been handed out yet.

Caelan Tyler: Apparently not. It should be interesting to note that the last time the Anarchy X title changed hands it was also in a cage match.

Jake Steel: What else needs to be said other than cage matches are badass?

Caelan Tyler: I guess that does sum it up pretty well.

Undaunted, Jackson drags Aph up to her feet, locking on a mandible claw before lifting her up and driving her to the mat with a chokeslam. Aph lies prone as Jackson climbs the turnbuckles, but rather than escape Jackson decides that more punishment is in order and leaps off, dropping his leg across Aphrodisia's throat. Once again Jackson goes for the pin:

1...

2...

...And again, Jackson is denied.

Caelan Tyler: Whoa! I believe that's the first truly high risk move we've ever seen out of Jackson.

Jake Steel: Didn't finish the job though, Aph's too tough to get so easily.

Caelan Tyler: That I concur with, look at what Ice Man had to do to her in order to get the pin last week. It was insane.

Jake Steel: I told you, Crazy Bitches are Crazy.

A tad frustrated that he wasn't able to finish Aph with the leg drop, Jackson drags Aph to her feet, looking to set up Something Wicked when Aph shoves Jackson, freeing herself from his grip. When Jackson turns around, Aph catches him with the Purrfect Ending, dropping Jackson like a sack of potatoes! Aph falls down as well, catching her breath for a moment before making her way to the top rope, leaping off and hitting the Twisted Loathing, immediately going for a pin attempt.

1...

2...

Shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Aph managed to get herself back in control here, but the high risk move wasn't enough to put Jackson away.

Jake Steel: Jackson lives for this kind of crazy shit.

Caelan Tyler: Escaping the cage might end up being the best option at this point for the both of them since neither is likely to back down here.

Jake Steel: Hell no! That's boring!

Caelan Tyler: Their decision to make Jake, not yours.

Jake Steel: Still!

Shaking her head in disbelief, Aph mounts Jackson, delivering rights to his forehead before moving over and grabbing his legs, hooking them at the knee. Aph looks behind her before falling back, using her weight to lift up Jackson and catapult him into the side of the cage! Jackson slams against the mesh once again, and Aph quickly gets to her feet, driving a knee into Jackson's back before grabbing him by the head and taking him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Aph then climbs to the top rope, his gaze fixated on Jackson as the big man struggles to his feet. She then takes to the air, jumping onto Jackson's shoulders and hitting the Final Aphrodisiac! Aph holds it for the pin attempt:

1...

2...

NO! Jackson just barely manages to free himself from the hold!

Caelan Tyler: Aph is trying really hard to put Jackson down, but nothing seems to be working so far for her.

Jake Steel: He's a machine!

Caelan Tyler: ...Oy.

Jake Steel: What?

Caelan Tyler: That was bad Jake, even for you.

Jake Steel: Well you know who else is bad? Phoenix. So just deal!

Pulling Jackson up, Aph puts him into a standing headscissors, looking for the Cat's Cradle when Brad regains his composure, lifting her up and tossing her across the ring with a back body drop! Aph springs back to her feet, only to get caught by Jackson with the Ego Trip! Jackson stays down as well for a few moments, still groggy over the barrage of attacks Aph had unleashed on him. After a few moments Aph begins to stir, and Jackson sees that as his cue to also get up. Jackson pulls her up with him, hooking her head and lifting her up, holding her straight up in the air before driving her skull to the mat with a brainbuster! Jackson quickly hooks the leg:

1...

2...

No, at the last moment Aph manages to get her shoulder off the mat!

Jake Steel: They are just going all out with the pins in this match... It's starting to annoy me!

Caelan Tyler: Well Jake it's called smart wrestling. This is for a title, and neither person is interested in dragging this out.

Jake Steel: Bah! That ruins my entertainment though.

Caelan Tyler: Somehow I doubt they care too much about that Jake.

Jake Steel: Well they should!

Grabbing Aph by her hair, Jackson decides to bring the cage into play again, launching Aph like a missile towards it. Aph bounces off of the steel, her body starting to show the wears and scrapes of metal on flesh as Jackson continues his assault, slamming his arm across her back with a hammering blow before again slamming her into the steel. Using his arm to prop her up, Jackson continues to grind Aphrodisia into the steel, eventually opening up a cut on Aph's forehead. Satisfied with that, Jackson lets her fall to the mat before mounting her, driving his fist into her forehead in an attempt to open up the gash even more. After a few jabs Jackson hooks her leg for a pin:

1...

2...

NO!

Caelan Tyler: Jackson's continued use of the cage has opened up a nasty gash on Aph's forehead.

Jake Steel: YES! ABUSE WHOO~!

Caelan Tyler: Now time is definitely not on Aph's side with that wound bleeding like it is.

Jake Steel: I'd say not, but still, needs more ABUSE~!

Jackson drags Aph up, but before he could do anything Aph shoves him hard, following it up with a knee to the midsection to cut off his momentum. Jackson charges towards Aph, but she catches him with a roundhouse kick! Pulling Jackson up, Aph again tries for the Cat's Cradle, managing to hit it this time! Slowly, Aph pulls herself up towards the top turnbuckle, perching herself up before she leaps off and hits her Divine Intervention 450 Splash! The move took just as much out of Aph as it did out of Jackson, however, and she's unable to pin him immediately. After several seconds, Aph is finally able to pull herself over Jackson for a pin attempt.

1...

2...

3...NO! Jackson barely manages to get his shoulder up at the last possible time!

Caelan Tyler: The amount of punishment these two have dished out to each other is incredible.

Jake Steel: I could always go for some more abuse if they're willing to do it!

Caelan Tyler: I don't think their bodies can take much more of that Jake.

Jake Steel: Not my problem!

Shaking her head, Aph makes her way back to the corner, slowly climbing up to try to put away Jackson with another big move. As she climbs up the turnbuckle Jackson stirs, and as she turns to position herself on the top rope she catches a punch right to the stomach from Jackson, doubling her over. Jackson grabs her arm and twists it into a hammerlock position while climbing onto the turnbuckle as well. Hooking Aph with a front facelock, Jackson lifts Aph up and over, slamming her to the match with a Machine Superplex!

Caelan Tyler: Welcome to the Machine!

Jake Steel: DAMN! That looked painful!

Groggily, Jackson draps his arm over Aphrodisia.

1...

2...

3!

The bell rings, and a chorus of boos hits as the stagehands unhook the cage and it starts to ascend.

Zach King: Here is your winner and NEEEEEW Anarchy X Champion... BRAD JACKSON!

Caelan Tyler: Impressive win by Jackson here, although Aph gave it everything she got.

Jake Steel: That had some abuse I won't soon forget.

With Jackson in the ring recovering, the crowd begins to cheer, boo, and just become loud in general. After a few moments everyone's head is turned and Vincent Kane can be seen running down the steps towards the ring.

Caelan Tyler: What's Vincent Kane doing here! He's not supposed to be here! He's been suspended!

Jake Steel: Don't be a hater Caelan!

Caelan Tyler: It's assumed that when you're banned from an arena you stay out of it.

Jake Steel: Did you really think he would just leave his partner high and dry tonight?

Caelan Tyler: It doesn't matter! Rules are rules!

VK makes it down to the barricade and jumps it. He circles the ring looking in at the carnage and the two bloodied warriors. Once he makes it to the cage door he steps in, slowly, taking his time. He eyes up Aphrodisia and than glances back at Jackson. Aphrodisia is curled up on the mat, clutching her head. Vincent takes a few steps towards the down Jordan and stands over her. Thinking she isn't a threat, he turns his back to her, faces Jackson, and nods in approval. Jackson wraps one arm around his middle, exhausted and dripping sweat as he leans against the ropes, smirking down at Aphrodisia. He spits out a mouthful of blood to the floor, and then reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a bloodsoaked pack of smokes and slipping one between his lips.

Caelan Tyler: The very picture of cocky! Look at Jackson lighting that cigarette while Aphrodisia suffers!

Jackson takes a long drag of his cigarette than looks towards Vincent, who's shaking his head with a twisted smile on his face. Jackson laughs to himself, revealing a bloodstained toothy grin. Giving his partner a few seconds to enjoy his cigarette, VK takes a few steps across the ring and begins to converse with Jackson.

Jake Steel: Isn't that just a Kodak moment? Those two are perfect each other... And I mean that in the manliest way possible.

Caelan Tyler: Yes, it's quite touching.

The two members of Society are still talking to one another, every few seconds glancing back down at Jordan who is still writhing in pain on the mat. A few more seconds go by and the crowd is silent. Both Jackson and Vincent reach their hand down to Aphrodisia.

Caelan Tyler: What the hell is going on?

Jake Steel: Oh man, she's screwed! This isn't going to be good.

A tense few seconds go by before Jordan reaches up and grabs their hands. The two men lift the smaller female to her feet. The three stand together just glancing around looking at each other. A few more suspense-filled seconds pass and then 'Biggest and The Best' by Clawfinger hits the PA system, the music is deafening. Aphrodisia grins widely, reaching her bloodied hand up to mess up Jackson's hair before gesturing to his cigarette pack.

Caelan Tyler: Seriously, what the hell is going on?!

Jackson opens the blood-drenched pack again, allowing Aphrodisia to grasp a smoke, which he then lights for her. Meanwhile, Vincent Kane has called for a microphone.

Vincent Kane: Did you honestly think after what happen last week, we wouldn't come to some sort of agreement?

Vincent pauses and the crowd lets off a chain of boos that rocks the arena.

Vincent Kane: Anyone who watched the main event from the last Uprising knows exactly what I'm talking about. It couldn't have been a more perfect example of the bullshit that goes on here, and it couldn't have happen to a better person... For Society anyway, not so much for everyone else.

Caelan Tyler: What the hell is he talking about? Last weeks main event was a great, fair match!

Jake Steel: He's probably referring to how fast the ref counted the three... Or the fact that Ice Man never really pinned Jordan, he just kind of fell on top of her.

Caelan Tyler: That's such a load and everyone in Society knows it!

Vincent Kane: I'm not going to lie, Society has been getting a lot of heat lately. I honestly find it rather upsetting. We're just here to help and all these... Nobodies. Just can't seem to grasp it. They're so enthralled with what they are doing and how it's being done, that they actually think we're the bad guys! As much as we try and tell them that we just want to help, it doesn't get through, and that's the real shame. Aphrodisia Jordan though has come around. She's seen what we're fighting for. She now understands, and it is unfortunate that it took her getting screwed out of what is rightfully hers to finally see.

The crowd begins to let off more boos and taunts at the three in the ring. VK just waits for it to die down and speaks to Jackson and Jordan in the mean time off mic.

Vincent Kane: The road between myself and Aphrodisia has been rocky to say the least. Anyone who pays attention knows that I've taken my fair share of shots at her, verbally and physically. That's all in the past, we've had our differences and that's exactly what they will always be. She may be a fucking lunatic, but she's a lunatic I want on my side. She's a lunatic that belongs in Society. She's a lunatic that is going to help make a difference, something I assume she's been trying to do for a very, very long time.

Kane stops and turns to Jackson, extending the mic in his direction. Jackson snatches the mic, blowing a plume of smoke as he nods at Kane and Jordan in turn.

Jackson: You talk too much, Vinny.

The crowd pops at this statement, and Jackson chuckles, turning to look around the sea of fans that pack the arena.

Jackson: They know what we stand for, these guys, right here, all around us right fucking now, they know what this rebellion is all about. They support our cause, every time we bust heads, and spread a little blood around.

The crowd boos loudly, and Jackson laughs it off, rolling his eyes as he looks at Aphrodisia. Aphrodisia just laughs and shakes her head, exhaling a lungful of smoke through her nostrils.

Jackson: Fuck you all, very much. You pieces of shit are so damn fickle. You were screaming your heads off just a few minutes ago, when Miss Jordan and I were ripping each other apart like animals... and now, you can't even give us the courtesy to listen? Seriously, go to hell, all of you. We don't get paid enough to listen to this shit. Right, Aph?

He shoves the microphone in her face, putting her on the spot. She blinks for a moment before grinning again.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Right.

Feedback and echo ripples across the packed arena, and Jackson throws the microphone back at Vincent Kane, draping his arm over Aphrodisia's shoulder as though the talking has tired him out. Jordan pats Jackson's hand as she flicks her smoke away.

Vincent Kane: So much to do, so little time. I can only imagine what's happening in the back. Should they throw me out and make themselves look like idiots? Should they let me speak? You all saw what happen to Ice Man last week after the show. You all saw what I did to him, the chump.. Erm. Champ couldn't even defend himself and everyone expects him to be the savior of NLW? Give me a fucking break. Unluckily for him, I earned the shot at the championship last week on Uprising, and quite frankly - I have full intentions on making his reign much shorter than anyone could have ever dreamed of. The limelight is on you now, Ice Man. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Vincent takes a few steps around the ring and than motions to Jackson for a cigarette. Jax takes one out of his pack and lights it, than proceeds to hand it over to Vincent who takes a few drags and gives Jackson a 'thank you' nod.

Vincent Kane: The way I see it, it will only be a few short weeks until Society holds three out of the four titles in NLW. Won't that just be dandy. And yes, I do mean three. Does anyone really think we're going to drop the tag titles to Fusion? I know they want their shot, and they're going to get it - but really... What's the point?

Vincent turns and tosses the microphone back to Jackson. Jackson snags it from the air, straightening up from his slump as though energized by the passing.

Jackson: Fusion? Who the hell are they? Wait... wait... are you talking about those two botards, Jackass and Titman...?

The microphone picks up Aphrodisia's voice as she corrects Jackson.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Jackrabbit and Talon.

Jackson: Right, my bad. You seriously think Titmouse and Tool can beat us? Um... no. Sorry. You people want to see that happen?

The crowd roars with approval, and Jackson turns to Vincent Kane, an exaggerated look of sadness on his face.

Jackson: The masses have spoken. A funeral it will be, with Fusion heading the line, the first real victims of the runaway train that is Society. Y'know, provided they have the balls to accept the challenge and actually follow through.

Jackson turns his back to the camera, half the crowd boos, and Jackson hands the microphone back to Vincent Kane. With the cigarette hanging from his lip, he begins to say something but then stops himself. He drops the microphone, but with the cameras in his face, you can hear him speaking to his partners about Phoenix.

Vincent Kane: Fuck Phoenix. Not even worth my time anymore. How many times do I have to make him look stupid before he just goes away?

'Biggest and the Best' by Clawfinger slams over the PA system as the three Society members exchange another bemused look before sliding out of the ring. Vincent Kane leads up the ramp, with Jackson following. Suddenly, Aphrodisia grins, and sprints towards Jackson, jumping on his back and surprising the hell out of him. She smacks him on the back of the head, and forces him to carry her the rest of the way up the ramp with an impromptu piggy-back. She mouths 'you owe me' before Uprising fades to black.