The loud snap of gunfire fills the blank screen before the image begins to build. Cement walls and little cubicles. The camera bypasses a few of them until it finds the source of the shrill sound. The view stops, focused on the back of an hour-glass figure with long, black hair that was tucked down by heavy earmuffs. The gunfire ceases as the hammer of the offending weapon clicks forward and no bullets are fired. The gun was placed down with a solid clank of metal on metal as the woman turned around, removing her safety goggles and pulling the earmuffs down around her neck. Aphrodisia Jordan smiled broadly as her fingers moved to a switch that began to draw her targeting paper forward.

Aphrodisia Jordan: My name is Aph Jordan, and I'm here to talk to you about gun control. Now, we all know that guns are awesome. They make a lot of noise and kill the things you point them at.

The targeting paper stops with a shudder behind her, allowing her to cross her arms over her chest.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Now... as great as that is, gun size does not equal penis size. For the love of Christ, do not pick up a Deagle because it's long and thick. The recoil will blast your arm out of its socket and you won't even be able to masturbate. So please, for me... stick with a Derringer.

Aphrodisia turns and walks off camera, revealing the targeting paper that has a few dozen bullet holes in it, that make the shape of an 'S'.

'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, followed by images of the last Uprising. The Jackrabbit defeated the departing Inferno. Jin Royale managed to get by Talon after a crazy brawl. The debuting Dillon Bourne got a quick roll-up on Black Phoenix, beating her and Plague. Eliminator and Archangel went all out on each other, with Eliminator coming out on top. The Phoenix beat Harvey Danger with the unintentional help from Draco. The biggest surprise of all though was the main event, where not but a few minutes after Jackson defeated her for the vacant Anarchy X title Aphrodisia Jordan joined forces with Society! The scene cuts to ringside, with Jake Steel and Caelan Tyler.

Caelan Tyler: Hello folks and welcome to Uprising, and what a crazy few weeks it's been in NLW.

Jake Steel: For once Caelan is right.

Caelan Tyler: Aphrodisia sided with Society, and now we'll see tonight how that will pan out, with her facing Harvey Danger and Society's other members taking on Fusion for the NLW Tag Team titles!

Jake Steel: That's going to lead to abuse of epic proportions!

Caelan Tyler: Not to mention the other matches we got tonight, with Plague taking on the debuting Bill Housetin, Jin Royale facing Eliminator, a triple threat match between NLW Champion The Ice Man, the returning PIC and the debuting Sebastian Ashe, and last but certainly not least, our main event putting the Legacy Champion Draco against The Phoenix in two out of three falls!

Jake Steel: Psh, the important thing is more Society beatdowns! Whoo!

The scene fades into the dressing room, where Jin Royale and a number of other jobb- uh, unnamed wrestlers gather around a cake, with several tables around them.

Jin Royale: Alright, you goons, now I know a lot of people don't know it, but today's Ice Man's birthday. Seeing as how he's the champ, I figure that we could, y'know, give him a party. A little oomph or somethin'. So I got him this -

Jin gestures to the cake, which looks...mountainous, really.

Jin Royale: And got all you guys together for it. Now th-

Suddenly, Jin is whacked with a chair from behind with nearly no warning - it's Brad Jackson, looking like he's having the time of his life! A couple of the more brawny looking nameless wrestlers look a bit flabbergasted, but move in to help Jin, but they're cut off by vicious right hands, again out of nowhere, by Aphrodisia and Vincent Kane, intent on spoiling the party! Which is evidently successful.

Caelan Tyler: What the hell is this?!

Jake Steel: CARNAGE! WHOO!

The other wrestlers don't seem to stand a chance - one's powerbombed into a table by VK, even, and soon the room's piled up with bodies. Eventually the only one putting up any sort of a fight is Jin, but his tank runs empty with a kick to the gut, then a hiptoss - into the cake! It's demolished, and a sharp scream emerges from it, revealing a hapless stripper being crushed by Jin's now unconscious weight.

Caelan Tyler: Aaah!

Jake Steel: OH, THAT'S PRICELESS! I'M TAPING THIS.

Society looks damn satisfied; Aphy in particular runs her finger through the demolished cake and takes a taste, then leaves with a hop and a skip trailing a little behind VK and Jackson, who make their exit with satisfied grins.

Caelan Tyler: Wake of carnage left by Society early on here tonight.

Jake Steel: Told you!

***LORD PLEASE HAVE SYMPATHY, AND FORGIVE MY COOL YOUNG HISTORY***

Portions of the crowd cheer wildly, while a younger generation of NLW fans seems to applaud out of obligation, as Jason Stone's music unexpectedly hits and the old-face-turned-new struts out to the crowd wearing plain black wrestling trunks, a change from his usual wrestling attire. Jason's not scheduled for a match, but he walks briskly to the ring with a special microphone in hand, adorned with a maple leaf instead of the usual NLW logo. Before rolling inside, however, he takes inventory of the people sitting ringside for Uprising and quickly scopes out a teenage fan sporting the newest piece of Jason Stone apparel: A lime green t-shirt that reads in big, black print: I WANT TO BREAK YOUR ARM.

Jason whispers something to the kid that the microphone doesn't quite pick up, and the kid starts to wiggle and scream excitedly. He turns to plead to his parents about something, as Jason flashes an affirming thumbs up to the worried pair. The kid reaches out his hand and Jason lifts him over the barricade and helps him into the ring, then enters himself.

Jason Stone: Ladies, gentlemen, Canadians and other folk, welcome...

A blaring trumpet riff deafens the arena.

Jason Stone: ...To the Jason Stone Technical Tutorial! From time you to time, I will take a moment out of my busy training schedule to show all you promising young technicians in training the finer points of my wrestling style in an effort to breed a generation of Stoners! Now, we've got a happy young vict--, er, volunteer here to help me convey to you fine viewers and you patient folk in attendance just what it takes to be a mat master. What's your name, kiddo?

Kid: Harry! Harry Porter!

Jason Stone: Harry... wait, are you serious?

Harry: (shrug)

Jason Stone: That's unfortunate. Well, Harry, are you familiar with my finishing move?

Harry: Yeah, The Stone Crusher! It's so cool! One time I stone Crushered my friend at school through a table except it wasn't one of those breakaway tables you guys use to break the fall, it was a real school desk and the principal told me he'll never play the piano again!

Jason Stone (flustered): Whatareyoutalkingaboutbreakawaytables? Idon'tknownothinboutnobreakawaytables! Ahem, anyway, yes, The Stone Crusher is a finisher designed to capitalize on a match's worth of arm brutality. It is essentially a Hammerlock Reverse DDT, the point being to use the weight of the individual to crush the arm trapped behind his -- or hey, her -- back as he -- or hey, she -- slams to the ground. While there are ever-so-minor points of weight deference, momentum and pressure points that could make or break this devastating move, that's not what we're here for.

Harry gives Jason his best doe-eyed look, obviously wanting to see Jason exhibit how to properly deliver a Stone Crusher.

Jason Stone: No, no, no. The Stone Crusher will not be effective unless you do the dirty work first. That's why today...

Another blaring trumpet riff forces many in attendance to cover their ears.

Jason Stone: I'll show you how to properly apply a cross armbar!

Jason holds out his arms and flashes a joyous smile, but draws almost no reaction from the crowd.

Jason Stone: Now, the cross armbar is also referred to as the juji-gatame, a name coming from the move's roots in judo. The history of the move is rich, popular in martial arts, professional wrestling and your standard backyard hijinks. Man, I remember one day growing up, I had a friend over and he put me in a headlock to try and give me a noogie. If I remember correctly... this was when I was 15, which in Toronto meant I had already spent 10 years attending wrestling camps. I rolled backwards, snagged him in a headscissors, then quickly repositioned my legs across his chest while putting pressure on his elbow. It was my first hyperextension! Anyway, now I'm going to use my volunteer here to --- Harry, where'd you go? This is your prophecy!

Harry had quietly retreated back to his seat, resorting to reading his copy of Jin Royale's unauthorized biography, 'The Show Must Go On,' to pass the time.

Jason Stone: Gah! Get back in here, kid, or I'll go all Dolores Umbridge on you!

Reluctantly, Harry climbs back over the barricade and rolls into the ring, as his parents' faces grow whiter by the second, concerned about what Jason will do to their kid.

Jason Stone: Time to demonstrate. We'll just forgo all the medical waivers, since you're clearly a willing participant and it's caught on film for all the lawyers to see. Now, stick out your arm.

As Harry hesitates and just barely sticks his hand out, Jason performs a quick double leg takedown, places his arms on Harry's forearm, flips forward to turn the teenager on his back then cinches a cross armbar.

Harry: OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

Jason Stone: I haven't applied pressure to the ulnar collateral ligament yet! Now if I were to do that it woul---

*CRACK*

Jason Stone: Oh shit. PLAY THE MUSIC!

The trumpet riff blares louder than ever as Jason scurries out of the ring and sprints backstage, passing by the medical personnel who have come rushing out to tend to the injured fan.

Caelan Tyler: Well damn...

Jake Steel: There's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Caelan Tyler: No kidding...

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

'Tweeter and the monkey man' by the Headstones begins to play as Bill Housetin makes his way down the ramp, walking to the ring.

Zach King: Introducing first, from Ashtabula, Ohio... Weighing in at 230 pounds... BILL HOUSETIN!

Caelan Tyler: And there is 56-year-old Bill Housetin, easily the oldest competitor to grace an NLW ring, making his debut here tonight.

Jake Steel: I know I'm back and forth on our commissioner, Cael, but what was he thinking in letting the people from the nursing home enter NLW to wrestle?

Caelan Tyler: Well, that didn't take long...to the viewers at home: If you had '35 seconds' in your 'How long will it take Jake to insult someone NOT named Phoenix' pool, you win!

Jake Steel: And I want half of it!

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 a corner of the ring awaiting the bell 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: And his opponent... Weighing in at 200 Pounds... he is Toronto's own... PLAGUE!

Caelan Tyler: And you have to think that in Plague's hometown, he definitely has the crowd support tonight.

Jake Steel: Crowd support? This crowd should be on life support! They know better than to cheer for a bunch of jobbers!

Caelan Tyler: ...Aren't we getting off on the right foot early tonight?

The two circle the ring, as the bell sounds. Plague shoots in for a double-leg takedown but Housetin stops that with a low right hook that catches Plague on the side of the head. He steps back, sizing up Housetin again as they circle. Standard collar-and-elbow tie up now, and Bill maneuvers his opponent into the corner. The referee comes up, asking for a clean break. However, he will not get one as the silver-haired Housetin blasts Plague with a hard right hand!

Caelan Tyler: And Bill Housetin showing little regards for the rules there.

Jake Steel: Just like your mom shows little respect for--

Caelan Tyler: Don't even think of finishing that sentence, Jake.

The ref admonishes Housetin for the rule-breaking, but Bill simply ignores the referee and continues to press his advantage by continuing to pound into Plague in the corner. Finally he pauses long enough to grab Plague and whip him across the ring, but Plague jumps onto the second turnbuckle before hitting the corner. Without even a look behind him, Plague leaps backwards out of the corner, catching an advancing Housetin with a reverse elbow to the chest, sending him down!

Caelan Tyler: Plague with a nice counter to catch the newcomer unaware.

Jake Steel: Bah, who cares? There's no blood, so what does it matter?

Caelan Tyler: Seriously, Jake, is that all you care about is blood and violence?

Jake Steel: No, but it's a good start!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Plague is back to his feet first, and waits for Housetin to get to his feet before using a scoop slam to send him back to the mat. Still with the advantage, Plague drops down and locks in a rear chinlock, forcing Bill to carry both men's weight on his back. However, the age of Housetin lends its' wisdom to him at this point in time, as he reaches a leg out and hooks a foot under the bottom rope, forcing the break. Plague drops a forearm across the chest of Housetin before pulling him away from the ropes, laying the boots to him for a few seconds. Finally, Plague hauls Housetin to his feet once again and sends the older man into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a Dropkick from Hell! First cover of the match...

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Kickout at two and a half, as the crowd once again lets out an obligatory (and not very helpful) 'TWO!'

Jake Steel: Dammit, I thought we had gotten rid of that 'two' nonsense.

Caelan Tyler: They paid to get in, Jake. They have the right.

Jake Steel: Even when that right is wrong?

Caelan Tyler: Yeah. After all, how else would you explain your job every week?

Jake Steel: ...Shut up!

The hometown wrestler has the advantage here as he hauls the Ohio native back to his feet before letting off a few punches to the face and jaw of Housetin. The older grappler is stunned as he staggers back into the corner under the onslaught of Plague. In comes Plague, kicking Housetin in the stomach before pulling him out slightly and landing a textbook vertical suplex, floating over into the cover. Housetin is out before the two this time, as Plague returns to his feet. Irish Whip attempt coming up by Plague, reversed into a short-arm clothesline by Housetin to catch the Toronto native off-guard!

Jake Steel: You know, there's a reason I hate the first matches of the card.

Caelan Tyler: Oh, really? And why is that?

Jake Steel: It's just longer I have to wait to see Phoenix choke!

Caelan Tyler: You know, if he comes after you tonight I am going to laugh.

Jake Steel: He doesn't have the balls to do it.

Caelan Tyler: Don't be so certain, Jake...

Bill pauses for a moment to regain his bearings before catching the rising Plague with a shot to the temple, followed by a body slam to ground the hometown wrestler once again. Housetin them immediately drops to the mat, throttling Plague with a blatant choke in front of the referee! He works the count to about 4.75 before breaking the hold momentarily. He then re-applies the choke, and again holds it to about 4.75 before releasing the hold, as the crowd jeers the blatant heel tactic.

Caelan Tyler: Bill Housetin working the referee's count to his advantage here, but the crowd does not seem to like that move too much.

Jake Steel: Who cares? It's a Canadian crowd. All they know is hockey, Molson beer, and 'eh?' What do they know about wrestling?

Caelan Tyler: I think there's a certain Dungeon we could put you in to make you change your mind, Jake.

Jake Steel: Yeah? You and what army?

Caelan Tyler:...

Jake Steel: That's what I thought!

Paying no attention to the fans, Housetin walks over to the ropes, sizing up his opponent. Plague stands, and Bill charges... but Plague leapfrogs the spear, and catches a surprised Housetin with a dragon sleeper, applied dead center of the ring! Plague is inflicting Sadistic Silence on Bill Housetin, who is trying to find a way out of the submission hold...and finally does as he brings his left arm up and rakes the eyes of Plague to force the break!

Jake Steel: Now THAT is my kind of tactic!

Caelan Tyler: A rather unorthodox way to counter the submission hold, but it's effective nonetheless.

Jake Steel: Would have been better with mace.

The crowd is heavily booing the heel tactics of Housetin as he slowly rises to his feet, once again sizing Plague up. The Toronto native stands and is leveled by a spear, which Housetin follows through with into the cover!

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Plague escapes at 2 and a quarter. Undaunted, Housetin resumes his attack, laying into Plague with a simple offense of right and left hands before hooking the head of Plague...wait, Plague reverses into a small package! Housetin is out right at two, however, and promptly gives Plague a kick to the ribs for his troubles.

Caelan Tyler: Plague tried to catch Housetin napping, but to no avail.

Jake Steel: I wish it would have worked. This match is getting boring.

Caelan Tyler: Jake, I wouldn't--

Jake Steel: BORING!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Both men are back to their feet, and it's Housetin with the Irish whip...no, reversal by Plague as Housetin is sent away. Plague sprints forward, looking for Infection, but Housetin sidesteps the spear attempt and Plague ends up hot-shotting himself on the middle rope! Feeling the momentum now, the Ohio native grabs Plague and whips him into the ropes, delivering a boot to the head of Plague! The Canadian is stunned as he slowly staggers to his feet, feeling the effects of the boot. Housetin seizes the moment and moves in behind him for...

Caelan Tyler: Foo Man Choo! Bill Housetin hits his finisher!

Jake Steel: Wait a damn minute, Cael. His finisher is an atomic drop?

Caelan Tyler: Uh... yeah.

Jake Steel: If that is not the lamest thing I've seen since your mom...

Caelan Tyler: (groans) Oh, for the love of...

Despite the heavy jeering of the Canadian crowd, Housetin makes no emotion as he drops into the cover...

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2

3!

The bell sounds as Housetin returns to his feet, a slight sneer crossing his face as the somewhat partisan crowd boo him.

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout... BILL HOUSETIN!

Caelan Tyler: And the NLW rookie picks up a win to the chagrin of this Canadian crowd!

Jake Steel: Like it matters anyway? No one cares about these jobbers.

Caelan Tyler: You could at least give people a chance, Jake.

Jake Steel: Why bother?

Caelan Tyler: Remember, Triple M and Titan 3 started out in this position too, you know.

Jake Steel: YOU'RE LYING! My heroes were NEVER curtain-jerking jobbers like this!

Caelan Tyler: ...You have issues, Jake...

The scene opens to Ice Man, looking rather content, heading into the back, when...he actually comes upon the remains of his demolished birthday party. Everyone seems to be gone, even the stripper, save for Jin Royale, covered in cake, coming to on the floor.

Ice Man looks PISSED off after the realization hits him, and storms off, likely to find Society himself...Jin, however, finally rises up on his hands, laying on the cake, face covered in it.

Jin Royale: Of course you realize...this means *war*.

Caelan Tyler: Jin no doubt pissed off about the situation, as is Ice Man.

Jake Steel: Me, I thought it was hilarious.

Caelan Tyler: You totally would Jake... You totally would...

We come back from Commercial to see the door to the office of Silver Cyanide. It opens and Silver Cyanide is leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk talking on his phone. He motions for the camera to enter and take a seat at his desk.

Silver Cyanide: Yeah Hello Pizza-La I would like to order your largest pizza with all of your To-to-to-to-to-toppings. Wait you know what... I don't want any of those Hitler Onions!

Cyanide looks confused as he listens to whoever is on the other end of the phone.

Silver Cyanide: You know for a Japanese dude you're English is really good... in fact you sound like an old tag team partner of mine... Nah couldn't be. He doesn't work at Pizza-La.

Cyanide puts his feet on the floor and sits up in his chair.

Silver Cyanide: HOW MUCH IS THE DELIVERY CHARGE!?!? Wow it's a good thing I have the Company Credit Card and a Stamp with Sullivan's signature on it.

Cyanide pauses a moment as the person on the phone rattles off the typical info.

Silver Cyanide: 40 MINUTES!? You better get here sooner then that! That's crazy!

Just then the door is kicked in and in walks Triple M who is holding his Cell Phone to his ear, and a pizza box.

Triple M: Is this fast enough?

Cyanide motions for Triple M to sit in the seat next to the camera man and then motions to Mario that he is on the phone. Triple M walks in with a Pizza La Pizza Box and sits down in front of the desk and plops the pizza box onto Cyanide's desk.

Silver Cyanide: Yeah you know what you better make that two Pizza's my buddy Mario Maurako just showed up.

Triple M: I'm not hungry.

Silver Cyanide: Never-mind he isn't hungry. But yeah at any rate I'll pay via the Company Credit Card that Sully gave me to use for important business, and what's more important then feeding my face?

The room is silent as Cyanide once again looks puzzled.

Silver Cyanide: And remember... NO HITLER ONIONS!!!

With a click Cyanide hangs up his phone and Triple M lowers his phone and places it into his pocket. Cyanide looks down at his desk and sees the Pizza La pizza box sitting there.

Silver Cyanide: Where in the hell did this come from?

Triple M:I just dropped it off... isn't it what you ordered?

Cyanide slowly opens the box and admires the pizza.

Silver Cyanide: SWEET! No Hitler Onions! But wait I'm confused...

Triple M: Cyanide you fool you dialed my cell phone instead of Pizza La... AGAIN.

Silver Cyanide: Oh.

Cyanide goes to take a slice of pizza from the box and Triple M promptly places his hand on top of the box forcing it closed.

Silver Cyanide: What's the big idea?

Triple M: You forgot to pay.

Triple M pulls a pack of papers out of his red trench coat and flops them down in front of Cyanide.

Silver Cyanide: This doesn't look like the normal stuff I sign when I order a pizza.

Triple M: Just sign it and eat the flippin' pizza.

Cyanide flips to the back page of the contract and slams the Jack Sullivan signature stamp down on the page. He quickly removes the papers and opens the box and grabs a slice of Pizza. Triple M smiles sadistically and heads for the door. He exits the room and Cyanide stands from his desk and screams.

Silver Cyanide: HEY! THESE TOPPINGS AREN'T WEARING CLOTHES OR DANCING!!!!

We cut back to Tyler and Steal seated at their announcers table.

Caelan Tyler: What in the hell was that?

Jake Steal: Man I miss Triple M.

Caelan Tyler: Was that a contract that Cyanide just signed?

Jake Steal: That would be Simply Marvleous!

Just then, 'Ego' By Element Eighty hits and three M's pop up on the giant video screen.

You are such an imitation of me.

'Marvelous' Mario Maurako steps out onto the stage and raises his 2x4 into the air. Maurako glares out at the fans who are booing loudly, and then he makes his way down the ramp.

Falling down on you
And still you never knew
This hell I put you through
Should be Nothing new.

Maurako rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises the 2x4 again.

Don't you know
Who I am
I am the man that you will never be

Maurako hops down from the turnbuckle and heads for the next one with the 2x4 draped over his shoulder.

Don't you know
Who I am
I am the man that you will never be

Maurako slams the 2x4 into the top turnbuckle which sounds off a loud bang, which cuts off the music and sends Red and White streamers into the sky. Triple M reaches into his red trench coat and pulls out his own personal 'MMM' microphone. The fans boo as Triple M begins to speak.

Triple M:WHO ROCKS THE HOUSE!?

Triple M holds the mic up for the fans who scream a mixture of different wrestlers, from Ice Man, to Phoenix, to Eliminator.

Triple M: I don't know why I asked you anyhow you guys don't know talent when you see it. In fact the last time I graced an NLW ring you pathetic morons were chanting-

The fans cut Triple M off and start chanting NA NA NA NA... NA NA NA NA... HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE!

Triple M: Good so you unmarvelous pieces of trash do remember me. Well that is great because you're going to start seeing a whole lot more of me. Thanks to Commissioner Cyanide just a few minutes ago I'M BACK!

The fans Boo.

Triple M: Yeah and this time around you don't have your precious Venom to save you. All you have are these young punks who don't give two ounces of respect to the guys that paved the way for them. If it wasn't for guys like me working my ass off day in and day out to make young fools look good then 90% of the locker room wouldn't be where they are today.

Let's take a look at this for a minute. You think Ice Man would be NLW Champion today if I didn't put him over in that Anarchy X Championship Cage Match? NO! Do you think Phoenix would be where he is today if it wasn't for The Marvelous One? NO! Could PIC be completing a 'super' comeback here tonight if I didn't Marvelously Manhandle his ignorant ass? NO! Do you think NLW would have a Tag Division today if it wasn't for Triple M and his seven Tag Team Title reigns with five different partners? NO! Do you think the ring would be square if I didn't insult the fool who tried to set up a Triangle ring? NO! So the truth is this... NLW needs Marvelous Mario Maurako.

I'm the guy who was creating innovative moves and matches with El Linchador back in a little place called EWA. I'm the guy who has the High Impact Training Facility that teaches and molds new talent so that they can maybe become half as great as I am. And was a Legend like myself shown any respect in my first stint in NLW? NO! Now that I'm back I can't exactly pick up where I left off because Venom has already removed himself. But I can continue to uphold the legacy of all of the legends of this business... and that is exactly what I intend on doing. So Learn it, Live it, and Love it!

Just then, 'Rebirthing' by Skillet hits, and PIC rushes to the ring, sliding under the ropes. Triple M takes a swing at him with his 2x4, but PIC manages to duck it and delivers a boot to Triple M's gut. The two men begin to trade blows as security comes down, breaking the men apart.

Caelan Tyler: Triple M is back, and PIC doesn't like it one bit!

Jake Steel: But I do! WHOO!!!!!

'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, and he paces around a bit and looks at the back.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Nashville, Tennessee... Weighing in at 305 pounds... ELIMINATOR!

Caelan Tyler: Eliminator out here tonight ready to prove his nay-sayers wrong in this match against Jin Royale, as the two started out as rookies together but Jin Royale has gone on to have considerably greater success than Eliminator himself has.

Jake Steel: That's what happens when you refuse to ride ice-skating mules. Look at Jason Stone, he rode them and his career has been amazing.

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

I AM THE WHOOOOOOOOOOOOLE FREAKIN' SHOW!

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

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

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

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

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

Caelan Tyler: And here comes Jin, who's had considerable success in NLW, even if he's never been a champion.

Jake Steel: As if.

Caelan Tyler: Seriously Jake, his only loss was to Jack Sullivan in a NLW Championship match. Otherwise he's gone undefeated here in NLW.

Jake Steel: He won't keep that up.

The bell rings and the competitors walk slowly to the center of the ring not wanting to give the other an opening. Eliminator puts his hands up for an old fashioned test of strength. Jin Royale looks weary, but agrees to it. The hands are brought together and each tries to gain position on the other. Eliminator is walking Jin over to the corner, but Jin holds his foot on the ropes. Jin pushes off the ropes and forces Eliminator and himself back to the center of the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Both men kicking off the match with a show of power, and they look pretty evenly matched there.

Jake Steel: Come on Eliminator, screw that noise! Gouge his eyes out! Do it!

The fans get on their feet and start to cheer for both men trying to give them an edge. Eliminator bends Jin down having his head almost touching the mat. Royale tries to fight back, but Eliminator is too strong and has leverage on him. Royale lets his body fall and lay flat on the mat. His boots are pressed against Eliminator's chest and toss him up and over his head. Jin rolls backwards with his hands still locked with Eliminator and mounts him. Royale lets go of the grip and starts to throw punches at his opponent.

Caelan Tyler: Jin taking control with a monkey flip of all things.

Jake Steel: No Elim, don't get caught in his weird moves, kick his ass!

After four good punches, Eliminator is able to roll and send Royale off of him. Eliminator has his back to Royale who rushes and grabs Eliminator around the waist. Eliminator doesn't want to see what Jin has in store for him. Eliminator throws a left elbow into Jin's face, then a right, and another left. Jin loses his grip and Eliminator grabs Royale's head and hits a neck breaker.

Caelan Tyler: Quick neckbreaker there by Eliminator to get control.

Jake Steel: Forget the technical stuff, break him in two!

Eliminator is back up to his feet stalking Jin. Jin gets up and is practically run over by Eliminator's clothesline. This time Eliminator doesn't give Royale a chance to get back up to his feet. Eliminator drops boots and knees all over Royale before mounting Royale and giving him back the punches he had received minutes earlier.

Caelan Tyler: A barrage of punches!

Jake Steel: YES! KEEP IT UP ELIM!

Caelan Tyler: I don't think he's paying any attention to you Jake.

Jake Steel: You shush now!

Eliminator stands and pulls Royale up with him. Eliminator slaps his hand across Jin's throat and brings him high above his six-feet-seven-inches head. Eliminator holds his opponent up watching him struggle and slowly choke. In an act of desperation, Jin nails Eliminator with knee to the face. Eliminator doesn't drop Jin, though. Jin keeps trying to get free. This time both feet are placed against Eliminator's chest and Jin pushes with all his might. Eliminator is sent into the turnbuckle and Jin drops to the mat with a hard thud.

Caelan Tyler: Desperation move there by Jin to free himself of that choke hold.

Jake Steel: Come on Elim, don't let him get away.

The bigger man pushes himself out of the corner and starts the freight train impersonation looking at Royale. Royale is up to his knees and the train starts. This time Royale doesn't fall for it and grabs Eliminator and rotating hitting a snap power slam. Jin follows it up with a quick pin.

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Kickout!

Caelan Tyler: Quick power slam by Jin, but it wasn't enough for a three count.

Jake Steel: Damnit!

Caelan Tyler: Why are you pulling for Eliminator anyways?

Jake Steel: It's part of my anti-Jin Royale/Phoenix Initiative.

Caelan Tyler: Oy...

Jin shakes his head and decides to keep the big man off his feet to wear him down. Jin Royale puts Eliminator in a half Boston crab pulling back hard on his right leg. Eliminator is in the center of the ring with no where to go. The referee asks him if he is giving up, Eliminator shakes his head. Royale sees his opponent's resiliency and leans back so he is now sitting on Eliminator's back, giving him much more leverage to wrench on the right leg.

Caelan Tyler: Half Crab from Jin, a move he no doubt learned from his partner Jason Stone.

Jake Steel: Damnit Jin, why must you ruin all the cool moves by using them? Lance Storm is probably rolling around in his grave right now!

Caelan Tyler: Lance Storm isn't dead Jake.

Jake Steel: His career is.

Eliminator refuses to tap out and is clawing at the mat trying to inch himself to the ropes, but with all the weight he isn't moving. Jin finally releases the hold seeing that Eliminator won't give up. Standing up, Jin grabs Eliminator's right leg and lifts it up before slamming it down to the mat knee first. Royale does it again for good measure.

Caelan Tyler: Jin continuing to work on the leg of Eliminator, which is good move against a man of Eliminator's size.

Jake Steel: You calling him fat Cael?

Caelan Tyler: Well no but...

Jake Steel: Yes you are!

Caelan Tyler: No I'm not!

Jake Steel: The man clearly has a glandular problem and you're a real bastard for making fun of it.

Caelan Tyler: You make fun of Phoenix's weight all the time!

Jake Steel: But he's a douchebag so it's okay!

Caelan Tyler: Ugh...

Eliminator has crawled to the ropes and used them trying to get up, but Jin isn't giving the big man a breather. A few quick and hard kicks to the damaged knee has Eliminator cringing in pain. Eliminator is almost up to his feet and Jin gets a running start for a baseball slide to the injured leg. Eliminator sees it coming and jumps with his good leg hanging on to the top rope letting Jin slide to the outside. Eliminator not being able to hold himself on the top rope any longer releases his grip and falls on Jin on the outside.

Caelan Tyler: That was not a happy landing.

Jake Steel: Crunch time!

The referee is telling Eliminator to bring it into the ring, before he begins the ten count. It seems like Eliminator is all business as he pulls himself up by the ring apron and picks up Jin. Eliminator shoulder blocks Jin hard into the side of the ring. Eliminator continues to throw his shoulder into Jin sandwiching him between the powerhouse and the steel steps. The referee warns Eliminator that his count is up to seven.

Caelan Tyler: Eliminator in control, although he's gotta watch out for being counted out here.

Jake Steel: Get in the ring Elim! Let that other turkey get counted out!

Reluctantly, Eliminator puts Jin half into the ring and hobbles in himself. Jin rolls into the ring and starts to sit up, but is greeted with a falling elbow. Eliminator goes for the quick cover.

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3–No! So close, but no!

Caelan Tyler: Eliminator went for the pin, but not enough.

Eliminator stands up still favoring the leg, but being able to put more weight on it. Jin stands up holding his ribs. Eliminator pounces on him and throws him up looking for his screwdriver finisher, The Process of Elimination. No! Eliminator's leg gave out! Jin is on top!

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Kickout!

Caelan Tyler: That almost ended up being a bizarre twist of fate.

Jake Steel: Shh, you trying to get us sued?

Caelan Tyler: Huh?

Jake Steel: That movie is a trademark elsewhere!

Caelan Tyler: That's not what I...

Jake Steel: SHHH!

The big man threw Jin off of him and to the side. Eliminator clutches the leg and Jin goes right back to work on it with a few stomps. Jin stands back catching his breath watching Eliminator stand. Jin bounces off the ropes and as soon as Eliminator is up to his feet he chop blocks the injured leg. Jin signals for the end as he picks up the bigger man having to support some of his weight because of the damaged leg. Jin pulls Eliminator in close and gets ready for his finisher, Fade to Black, but Eliminator is struggling. Elbows to the head to get out of Jin's signature Rock Bottom. Jin holds on. Jin manages to connect with the move! Jin rolls over making the cover!

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3...NO! Somehow, someway Eliminator kicks out!

Caelan Tyler: The Fade to Black just not enough here tonight.

Jake Steel: YES! Finish him Elim!

Caelan Tyler: Jin's still firmly in control here Jake.

Jake Steel: Not for long...

The frustration is clear on Jin's face as he stands up running his hands over his face. Eliminator is starting to move, but he looks out of it. Jin is motioning for his Showstopper Superkick. Eliminator is getting up and going to walk right into it. Eliminator is up. Jin takes a step and fires the leg. Eliminator is caught right in the jaw. Eliminator looks to be bleeding from the mouth as Jin makes the cover.

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Jin gets up to celebrate his win, but before the referee can ring the bell he sees that Eliminator's foot is under the rope. The pin fall attempt didn't count.

Caelan Tyler: Tough break for Jin there!

Jake Steel: BWAHAHAHA! SUCKS TO BE HIM!

The referee tells Jin what is going on. Jin shakes his head in frustration slapping his hand three times imitating the referee's earlier call. The referee shakes his head and backs up after a few minutes of arguing to let the match continue. Royale is fuming and wants to completely put Eliminator away. Jin picks up Eliminator and drags him to the center of the ring looking to hit Fade to Black one more time. Unfortunately for him, Jin took too long and Eliminator is throwing knees and struggling all he can. Jin's grip is loosened. Eliminator quickly grabs his opponent's head and hooks it in a Double Arm DDT, the Prelude to a Fall. He connects, hitting the mat with a sick thud. Both men are down.

Caelan Tyler: Desperation move by Eliminator has put him and Jin both out!

Jake Steel: Come on Elim, pull through here!

Both men are having the fans cheer them on to get to their feet. Eliminator is slow to get up, but Jin is right behind him. Eliminator spits some blood to the outside as he crawls up the ropes to a standing position. Jin moves over to Eliminator looking to level him with a Showstopper Superkick. Eliminator grabs his foot and spins him around. When Jin comes back around Eliminator grabs him in hopes to end this brutal match. Eliminator uses his brute strength to pull Jin up over his head for his screwdriver finisher. Eliminator’s leg twitches getting ready to give, but Eliminator leans backwards with his body against the ropes. The bounce sends Eliminator forward and Jin with him. Eliminator doesn’t drive his opponent into the mat, but lets him fall landing neck first. Eliminator falls with an arm draped over Jin's chest. Both men look out, but Eliminator is on top.

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The bell rings and the referee holds up Eliminator's hand, who is still out of it on the mat. Jin is in much the same condition as the victor of this match.

Zach King: The winner of this match... ELIMINATOR!

Jake Steel: I told you he'd pull it off Cael!

Caelan Tyler: Eliminator with a huge win here over Jin Royale!

The feed switches from ringside to the backstage area. Aphrodisia Jordan is standing outside the arena leaning against the brick building smoking on a black Russian cigarette. Her eyes look out at the cars moving in and out of the parking lot before going back to looking at nothing at all. The door leading out of the arena next to her opens. Stepping out is Draco who stops and looks over at her. Draco's hand takes the cigarette from between her lips.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Since when do you smoke?

Draco: I don't.

The cigarette is flicked to the ground and stomped out. Aphrodisia Jordan shakes her head a bit, but before she can speak Draco pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and hands it to her. Aphrodisia takes it and opens it seeing a blank check.

Draco: Equipment costs.

It took a moment to sink in, but when it did, Aphrodisia frowns. She shoves the envelope back towards him and shakes her head. Aphrodisia pushes the envelope into his chest. Draco grunts a bit and looks away still feeling the effects from his 'time off.'

Aphrodisia Jordan: I don't need your money.

There was clearly more that was needed to be said, but she refrained from continuing. Draco stuffed the check back into his pants and shook his head. They were both too stubborn to give. Draco moved closer to Aphrodisia and looked her in the eyes. Aphrodisia could see the bags under his eyes and the blood shot in each.

Draco: I saved your ass from the fire once. I won't be doing it again with these walking clichés you are teaming with.

Jordan's eyes closed for a moment, that frown settling deeper into her brow before they opened again.

Aphrodisia Jordan: I don't expect you to. I can take care of myself, Draco.

Aph put a hand to Draco's chest to push him back lightly out of her personal bubble.

Draco: Have fun being used by–

Draco heard the sound of footsteps behind him and the familiar voices of Brad Jackson and Vincent Kane. That smirk went on his face and Aphrodisia was trying to look past him to clear her head. Draco grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. Surprise registered on Aphrodisia's face. For all of half a second. Her fingers curled against him as she pressed back into the kiss. Draco pulls back with a smirk, Aphrodisia has a wide grin on her face.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Why don't we...join up...again?

Vincent Kane and Brad Jackson stood back watching the scene making up their own whispered commentary. Draco could hear the quite murmurs and patted Aphrodisia's face lightly as he moved to the side to let her see her stable mates standing there. Draco walked back through the door leaving Society to discuss what just happened.

Caelan Tyler: What was that all about?

Jake Steel: No idea, but it'll no doubt make for some juicy gossip around the office!

The camera cuts to a black screen, with the legend 'January 27, 2008' across the middle of the screen. Below that is written 'Anarchy X Title Match.' The camera fades in to the closing moments of the first Uprising of the new run, held in Milwaukee.

Caelan Tyler: Down goes Phoenix to The Ice Pick! Ice Man has no business being out here, but he's just ripping through the competitors here...

The Ice Man bails from the ring, walking up the entrance ramp as Triple M crawls over and drapes his arm over Annie Alvarez.

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Jake Steel: Whoo! I told you Triple M would pull through!

The camera fades out, this time changing to read 'April 6, 2008: NLW Championship' before fading back in to the closing moments of Uprising in New Orleans.

Aphrodisia quickly flips Phoenix onto his back, licking his cheek. Aph then started to climb onto the top turnbuckle, stretching out her arms, giving herself a bit of leverage by putting all her weight upon the ropes. The ropes send her up, forcing her into a 630 Splash. She connects with the move, and drapes her arm over Phoenix.

Caelan Tyler: The French Kiss! Aph hit her finisher!

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3!

Jake Steel: I knew she'd cover the spread!

The camera fades out once again. The text now reads 'May 4, 2008: NLW Legacy Title Match.' As before, we fade into the end of Uprising, this time from Atlanta.

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

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

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

Jake Steel: No, no he can't.

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

Jake Steel: YES! Told you!

The camera fades to black, as footsteps can be heard. A figure can be seen emerging from the blackness, and soon it becomes apparent as to who it is, as The Phoenix enters the screenshot. A mixed reaction from the crowd ensues, as some chant 'Phoenix, Phoenix' while others chant 'King of Choke.'

The Phoenix: Tonight, history will be on my side. There will be no excuses made. Tonight, my will to win will finally be proven, and Jake Steel will be forced to fall silent. Draco, tonight you are not going to stop me. My time has arrived, and tonight, you'll find out with the rest of the world that for this one night, my will is unbreakable.

Everything else is put aside for this one night. It's just you and I, Draco. Tonight we find out if you're worthy of remaining the Legacy champion...or if the mockery of a title run you've had will come to a sudden, screeching, fiery end.

A new Legacy begins tonight. I will see it done...not only for myself...but for those who have been at my side through it all. Tonight, the fire takes flight, and I WILL become the next Legacy champion.

Draco, pray to whatever miserable deity who will listen to your pleas. This is my night, and you cannot do a thing about it. So is it written. So shall it come to be known. And so shall The Phoenix see it done.

Caelan Tyler: Strong words from Phoenix here.

Jake Steel: Psh, he's full of hot air. Title matches are choking hazards kids, don't be like The Phoenix.

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

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...with a different look this week. I noticed he had a box of chocolates under his arm as he came to the ring. Any idea who those are for?

Jake Steel: ...Nah! Although I'll admit, Harvey looks more like a dork than he normally does.

Caelan Tyler: I don't think that was necessary, Jake.

Jake Steel: Is your mom really necessary?

Caelan Tyler: How did I know that was coming...?

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!

Caelan Tyler: Aphrodisia has also been on a downward spiral recently, losing the NLW Championship to the Ice Man and on our last broadcast, losing the Anarchy X title to fellow Society member Brad Jackson.

Jake Steel: I'm certain Aph is going to rip through Harvey here.

Caelan Tyler: Don't count Harvey out, Jake...he did push Draco to the limit a few shows back.

Jake Steel: That was a fluke. I'm predicting the wrecking of somebody's shit.

As the bell rings, Harvey seems to have a determined look on his face, while Aphrodisia looks bored with the whole situation. Harvey goes to tie up with Aph, but stumbles over his own feet for a moment, causing what crowd is sitting in the audience to laugh. Shaking his head, Harvey gets to the tie-up this time, and applies a side headlock on Aph. He manages to hold it for a few seconds before Aph shoves Harvey off of her. A look of mild annoyance crosses the face of the Warheart as Harvey looks at her, confused.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey showing an early advantage here, but Aphrodisia seems disinterested in her opponent, Jake.

Jake Steel: It's Harvey Danger. What did you expect?

Caelan Tyler: Point taken...

The two close in again, and this time Danger surprises Jordan with a kick to the gut. He follows this with an Irish whip, and a nice hip toss sends Aph down. She pops back up, though, only to be taken down with an arm drag, held into an armbar. The annoyance on her face seems to be increasing as she works her way back to her feet, trying to find a way out of the arm bar. This happens a moment later as the rolls through it, Harvey releasing the arm in surprise. Jordan nonchalantly gets to her feet, not acknowledging the jeers from ringside.

Caelan Tyler: And this Toronto crowd is firmly against Aphrodisia here.

Jake Steel: They're just jealous that she's seen the light and is allied with Society now.

Caelan Tyler: Somehow I doubt that, Jake.

Jake Steel: Then you're a fool.

Caelan Tyler: ...

Once again, the two close in, and once again, Harvey takes an early advantage with a forearm blow that glances off the side of the head of the former NLW Champion. It's enough to send Aph against the ropes, however, so he goes for the Irish whip. It's countered by Jordan, and as he comes off the ropes, he goes for a sunset flip and unlike the last time he tried it, he gets it to work. The ref slides down for the count, but Aph is out even before the hand hits the mat once. Both wrestlers get back to their feet, and Harvey launches a dropkick that connects soundly, taking Aph down. Harvey turns to the crowd to celebrate, but doesn't see Jordan rising to her feet, the look of annoyance replaced by one of anger.

Caelan Tyler: I think that dropkick just woke the Warheart up, Jake.

Jake Steel: Indeed it has. Shit is about to be wrecked! Whoooooo~!

Danger turns around to see Aphrodisia literally snarling at him, and he bails to the outside of the ring. Aph is quick to follow is Harvey scurries around ringside, the Warheart close on his heels. After running around half the ring, though, Aph changes gears and runs the opposite way, unbeknownst to Harvey. Danger keeps running, but soon realizes his mistake as Aph catches him unaware with a lariat that nearly turns Harvey inside out! Danger hits the protective mats outside as Aph stares down at him, calculating her next move. She then hoists Danger to his feet and unceremoniously throws him back into the ring. Rolling in herself, Aph gets to her feet and comes off the far ropes as Harvey starts to sit up, only to catch a pair of boots to the face as Jordan delivers a low dropkick! Cover by Aph, only nets a one as Danger has too much left in him yet.

Jake Steel: Come on, Harvey!

Caelan Tyler: Wait...why are you cheering for Harvey now?

Jake Steel: Because the more he fights out of situations like this, the more ABUSE there is!

Caelan Tyler: I had to ask...

Jordan looks down at Harvey trying to regain his footing, and a smirk crosses her face. She reaches down and picks up Danger by the neck to bring him to his feet, just to drop him back to the mat with a vile Implant DDT! Aph once again smirks at her opponent as she steps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckles, staring at her downed opponent. Rising to her full height, she balances herself for a brief moment before leaping off with a Twisted Loathing...that finds nothing but canvas! Danger rolled out of the way and Aph eats the mat!

Caelan Tyler: Aphrodisia went for a high-risk maneuver there, and paid the price for it!

Jake Steel: It's just a minor setback. She's with Society, after all. They don't know how to lose!

Caelan Tyler: Have you been drinking the Kool-Aid?

Jake Steel: Who drinks Kool-Aid anymore?

Caelan Tyler: Forget I asked...

The referee begins his mandatory ten-count, but Harvey is first to his feet at the count of five. He sees Aph still down on the mat, and decides to go for a lateral press instead of an offensive move. The rather unusual ploy nets him a two, as Jordan gets the left shoulder up. Undaunted, Harvey lifts the Warheart to her feet, whips her into the ropes, and catches her with a clothesline on the rebound. Again, he goes for the cover, only to be denied at the count of two once more. Looking at the ref to make sure (and getting no response in return), Harvey brings Aph to her feet and backs her into the corner, keeping her off-balance with a forearm to the head. He then lifts her onto the top rope, looking perhaps for the Danger DDT to finish the match. As he climbs up after her, she stuns him with a left hand to the temple, followed by a second. A right to the jaw drops Harvey to the mat, off the turnbuckle. Aph moves to the top rope as Danger rises to his feet, and Aph once again goes high-risk. This time, it pays off as Harvey is dropped by a Final Aphrodisiac! Aph holds into the cover:

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Three? No! 2 and three-quarters, as Harvey barely escapes!

Caelan Tyler: Aphrodisia showing that she still has some tricks in her bag, but Harvey is not going away so easily, Jake.

Jake Steel: Harvey's like a rash, always irritating and never leaving. Speaking of--

Caelan Tyler: Whoa, Jake! That's too much information right there, and we don't need to be offending our viewers!

Jake Steel: Damn spoilsport...

If looks could kill...well, most of us wouldn't be here today. As it is, the look on Aph's face is one of anger and determination as Harvey simply refuses to be pinned. She walks over to Harvey and begins laying the boots to him, seemingly wanting to stomp him through the mat and into oblivion. After more than a few seconds of this, Harvey somehow manages to grab the rope, forcing the referee to separate Aph and Danger. Aph moves back reluctantly, waits a second, then gets a running start, kicking Harvey in the ribs! The referee turns to Aph, screaming in her face about following the rules. Aph stares back with a 'are you done talking so I can kick his ass?' expression on her face...which turns into one of surprise as Harvey comes up behind her and gets Aph in a school boy pin!

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Shoulder up at two and a half! Frustrated, Aph picks up Harvey by the head, hooking him up for another DDT...but somehow out of nowhere, Harvey connects with a Northern Lights Suplex! The bridge is held for the cover, but Aph escapes right at two.

Caelan Tyler: Harvey's surprising me with his show of tenacity here!

Jake Steel: I don't know why he keeps fighting back. Aph needs to finish the job and soon!

Caelan Tyler: Why such the rush?

Jake Steel: Because I'm getting bored with watching Aph beat him up.

Caelan Tyler: I never thought I'd hear that coming from Jake Steel...

Harvey is slow to get back to his feet in the corner, but Aph is becoming more and more angered with every passing second, and with a war cry she charges at Harvey. It's more out of instinct than any sort of technical wrestling ability that Danger catches the charging Aph in a drop toe hold, forcing Aph's head into the middle turnbuckle. That buys Harvey just enough time to recover, and as Aph rises in the corner, Harvey leaps in with an avalanche, pressing Aph hard into the corner. She staggers back a step or two into yet another pin attempt by Danger!

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Two and a half before Aph gets the right shoulder up! Getting back to his feet, Harvey catches Aph with a clothesline to send her down. He then...steps onto the apron and starts to climb the turnbuckles?

Caelan Tyler: Uh...what does Harvey have in mind here?

Jake Steel: Whatever it is, I think I'm going to like the result of this!

Harvey gets to the second turnbuckle, and nearly loses his balance as he finally crouches on the top strand...only to see Aphrodisia kip up and race to the corner, punching him in the face. Aph climbs the turnbuckles from inside the ring, peppering Danger with right hands. She finally gets to the top rope, and hooks her legs over the top rope, her ankles and feet under the middle rope as she gets Harvey cinched into a superplex position. Moving backwards, her momentum sends Harvey crashing to the mat...yet Aph remains in a sort of Tree of Woe position, upside down in the corner for a brief moment before raising herself back to an upright position.

Jake Steel: Damn...I've never seen that before!

Caelan Tyler: Spider superplex, as I've heard it called before, and Aphrodisia has taken control of the contest. Can she put the Danger Man away here?

Jake Steel: Still a unique crazy bitch move!

With a smirk, Aph unhooks herself from the ropes and climbs to the top rope, getting her balance and planting her feet on the ropes. A moment later, she springs off, spinning in the air through one and three-quarter revolutions and landing the 630 Splash!

Caelan Tyler: French Kiss! That's got to be the end of it!

Aph turns, licks the cheek of Harvey, and then nonchalantly leans against him for the cover as the ref slides into position...

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The bell sounds as 'Dead Man Walking' hits the speakers again. Aph stands up and has her hand raised by the ref as the official announcement is made.

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

Caelan Tyler: Harvey put up a fight here, but Aph managed to get the better of him.

Jake Steel: As if there was ever any doubt.

Unknown Voice: BITCH!

The voice rings loud and clear down the halls as PIC stands near a stagehand, deep in conversation. PIC turns to the source of the voice, and is immediately decked by none other than Triple M, who's no doubt looking for revenge. Triple M knocks PIC to the floor and immediately begins to put the boots to him.

Triple M: You think you can pull that sort of BS with me? What, you angry about what I said? Or maybe I'm that mystery man you seemed to know so damn much about? Well I hate to burst your bubble PIC, but I'm not, he is!

Triple M points, and a hooded figure steps into the picture, assisting Triple M in putting the boots to PIC. Triple M taunts PIC as the hooded figure continues to kick PIC before the figure suddenly stops. Triple M looks at him confused, and is leveled by as lariat from the figure. The mystery man stomps Triple M a few times for good measure before shaking his head.

???: Never trust a man with no name...

With that, the figure leaves both Triple M and PIC laid out.

Caelan Tyler: Well that backfired on Triple M.

Jake Steel: NO! I'm not liking this mystery guy anymore...

The camera cuts to backstage, where we see The Jackrabbit sat backstage, clad in his wrestling attire of blue tartan shorts, black NLW T-shirt and elbow and knee pads. Blonde hair is tied back, and a pair of tinted sunshades rest over his eyes. He is amicably bouncing in a chair, at the same time as fiddling with a television set. The set is flickering between various cable channels and plain static.

The Jackrabbit: Hum-di-ho-ho, come on come on come on come on... nope, not that one, nope not that one, oooo Benny Hill, tempting.. but no...

Into the locker-room strides Talon, in his long trench coat and black jeans, matted hair over his face. He stands tall over his friend and Fusion tag team partner, watching him with an almost bemused expression.

Talon: Jay, my friend, what foolishness are you partaking in this time?

The Jackrabbit: Oh oh, Tal! Handy you being here! I'm trying to find the right channel...

Talon: ...right channel?

Jackrabbit turns in his chair to face his friend, grinning like a maniac.

The Jackrabbit: Yeah, yeah! The channel with the next action-packed episode of the Adventures of Vinnie K.!

Talon pauses for a moment, as though making sure he definitely heard that correctly. Then, he gives a resigned sigh.

Talon: The... Adventures... Of..., Jay, what we see of Vincent Kane is not a television drama, it is his life.

The Jackrabbit stops, hand still paused on the television dial, blinking up at The Enigma. With his free hand, he scratches the top of his head. A look of horror suddenly crosses his face.

The Jackrabbit: It's real!?

Frantically, The Jackrabbit grabs the cordless phone from the wall, and immediately begins dialing. Talon watches over his shoulder, perplexed, as he dials in...

9-1-1

In a quick swoop, Talon knocks the receiver from The Jackrabbit’s hand, and it clatters to the floor noisily. The Jackrabbit pouts.

Talon: What are you doing?

The Jackrabbit: Phoning the emergency peoples! That poor girly could be hurted!

Talon: Oh, you fool! The life Vincent Kane claims he leads is nonsense, is a fabrication, it is pure excrement of a horned bovine.

And he turns on his heel and exits the locker-room, leaving The Jackrabbit looking bewildered and still upset that his television set isn't displaying what he wants. The camera cuts back to Caelan Tyler and Jake Steel at ringside.

Caelan Tyler: Well, um, leave it to Jackrabbit I guess.

Jake Steel: That guy is crazy.

Caelan Tyler: No doubt...

Elsewhere backstage, a hooded man walks down the hallway, seemingly minding his own business when NLW's own Charisma Finch walks over to him, tapping him on the shoulder rather sheepishly.

Charisma Finch: Um, can I have a word with you for a second? You're that '???' guy who just attacked PIC and Triple M, right?

The man stops in his tracks, shaking his head.

?????: No, no I'm not...

The man throws back his hood, revealing himself to be none other than the former OCW World Champion Top Dog! A mixture of cheers and boos fill the arena upon this revelation.

Top Dog: Sorry to burst your bubble, but the name is Top Dog, and the pleasure... is all yours...

With that, Top Dog continues to walk down the hallway, leaving Charisma to be confused.

Caelan Tyler: Top Dog is here?

Jake Steel: Wonder if he signed a contract?

Caelan Tyler: Maybe...

An eerie guitar riff echoes out across the arena as “Idle Hands” by The Gutter Twins hits the PA system. The fans rise in throes of jeers as the house lights cut and begin to pulse in shades of red along with the rhythm of the song. The big screen explodes with white letters on a backdrop of pure black.

Caelan Tyler: And here comes the rookie!

Jake Steel: This kid is VERY cocky, Cael... I dig it!

Caelan Tyler: Lets see what this newcomer can do against the champion Ice Man and returning PIC!

Eventually the drums kick in, and out steps Sebastian Ashe dressed in his ring attire, ready for a fight. He sneers at the sound of the booing audience and slowly makes his way down the ramp while the gruff vocals of Mark Lanegan filter from the speakers.

WITH MY IDLE HANDS,
THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO,
BE THE DEVIL’S PLAYTHING, BABY,
AND KNOW THAT I’VE BEEN USED.

YOUR LIPS ARE COLD,
THEY SUFFER ME,
THEY DRAG ME UNDER, BABY,
INTO YOUR SUFFERING.

Zach King: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is schedule for one fall and is a triple threat match! Introducing first, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 250 pounds... he is 'THE CURE'... SEBASTIAN ASHE!

Finally Ashe arrives at the bottom of the ramp. He enters the ring between the top and middle ropes, before motioning towards the technical area.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like Ashe is gonna speak a little!

Ashe catches the microphone that’s tossed to him as 'Idle Hands' slowly fades from the PA system. The crowd sit up and pay attention, keen to see what the newcomer has to say for himself.

Sebastian Ashe: Peasants, retards, inferior semen receptacles! Lend me your ears, for I have come to save you all from the plague of 'Sports Entertainment' that has tainted this once noble sport for far, far too long!

Random Fan: Who the hell are you!?

Ashe spins round suddenly on his heel, his attention distracted by the renegade fan's call.

Sebastian Ashe: Who the hell am I?

He sneers.

Sebastian Ashe: Listen up Helen Keller. I am the FINEST precision-built wrestling machine on the planet... you are a worthless 9-5 bum who just paid fifty dollars to watch me wrestle!

The first jeers rain down on Sebastian Ashe's young NLW career.

Caelan Tyler: Wow, this guy is really full of himself!

Jake Steel: Isn't it great?! He just TRASHED that fan!

Caelan Tyler: Yeah, he just let rip on a voiceless fan with no microphone to answer back. Really big of him...

Sebastian Ashe: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted; I've come here to cure this wretched shithole you call a wrestling promotion, and it starts tonight! Watch me in awe as I make an example of your 'beloved' World Champion Ice Man and PIC, a guy who could probably tear his hamstring by blowing his nose! Man like PIC and Ice Man have disrespected this fine profession for too long; it's about damn time somebody beat that respect back into them. You see this ring?

Sebs points downwards at the ring he's stood in.

Sebastian Ashe: This is a god-damn wrestling ring, not a circus ring. This isn't about fancy ring entrances, overblown storylines and ridiculous spots. No, this isn't a pantomime show, kiddies, this is a fucking professional wrestling show, and tonight? I’m bringing the honor back to the limp, lifeless carcass of NLW!

The lights dim as flashing lights begin to light up the entrance ramp. 'Rebirthing' by Skillet begins to play as the crowd stands to their feet. As the orchestra gives way to a scream, pyro shoots from both sides as PIC jumps into view. The crowd erupts as the music picks up, with PIC firing them up on his way to the ring. He claps hands all along the ramp and around the ring, then slides under the bottom rope. As the song hits its chorus, he jumps up to the middle rope and extends both arms before slapping himself in the chest.

Zach King: And his opponents, introducing first, from Charleston, West Virginia... Weighing in at 235 pounds... Making his return to an NLW ring tonight... PIC!

Caelan Tyler: PIC is here making his return after a long stint on the inactive list! He always has a good shot of winning a match, and he should quickly resume his winning ways, although after that cheap attack who knows what shape he'll be in.

Jake Steel: Watch Ashe capitalize. Oh he's going to be special Cael, I just know it!

'Second to None' By Styles of Beyond begins to sound over the arena loudspeakers and the lights begin to flicker slightly before going out completely. After a few moments there is a large explosion on the stage and the lights come back up, revealing The Ice Man in the middle of the stage, the NLW Championship hanging over his shoulder. He takes a moment to look around before walking towards the ring, shaking hands with fans along the way. Once he makes it to the ring he climbs in and stands in the center, raising his championship into the air as explosions erupt from all four turnbuckles.

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

Caelan Tyler: And the champ is here!

Jake Steel groans.

Jake Steel: This is a non-title match, however, winning the match over the Ice Man would be a good way to shoot up the championship rankings. The upset by Ashe, as beating PIC and Ice Man would be would quickly make him a threat to be noticed in NLW. Go Ashe!

All three men are in the ring, so the referee signals for the bell to ring. Ice Man and PIC stare at Sebastian Ashe, who is taunting them for being inferior to him.

Caelan Tyler: Ashe with some words for the other two, and they don't like it!

Jake Steel: This is a triple threat match, and such, is a no disqualification match. The first pinfall or submission wins the match, although submissions are very risky, since wrestlers can withstand being in a submission until the third man breaks up the fall. A three-count, preferably obtained by ABUSE! is the optimal situation.

Caelan Tyler: For once, you actually made sense. Why aren't you this smart all the time?

Jake Steel: Only when it promotes heaving helpings of abuse.

Caelan Tyler: Duly noted.

Ice Man calmly lays back against the turnbuckles in the corner as PIC and Sebastian Ashe 'begin' the match. Sebastian Ashe puts PIC in an armbar, but PIC reverses it into his own armbar. Sebastian Ashe turns it into an arm drag, but PIC kips up out of it and stands up to face Sebastian Ashe. The crowd applauds as Ice Man in the corner semi-sarcastically claps.

Caelan Tyler:Nice opening sequence by both PIC and Ashe.

Jake Steel: PIC and Ashe are roughly the same size, so they should work well together. However, Ice Man is a little bit bigger, so maybe the best plan is for them to take out Ice Man.

PIC puts Ashe in a headlock. Ashe tries to move his way out of it, but PIC has it very much locked on. The slightly larger Ashe gets some momentum and shoves PIC out of the ring into the floor area. Ashe can be heard saying 'And stay out of my ring!' PIC notices Ice Man behind Ashe, and stays out of the ring. Ice Man has moved up behind Ashe, and has cocked a right hand. PIC tells Ashe to look out behind him. WHAP! Ice Man gets Ashe with a right hand that makes him roll out to the safety of ringside. The ref just shrugs his shoulders.

Jake Steel: And the match officially begins!

Caelan Tyler: Since this match is a triple threat, there are no countouts. This can't be good if it stays out there.

Sebastian Ashe picks up PIC and drops him on the ringside barricade. PIC grabs his midsection as he falls down. Sebastian Ashe picks up PIC and goes for the Backdrop Driver, but Ice Man comes out of nowhere with a plancha!

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man just saved PIC from a certain concussion! Also, a plancha? I've never seen Ice Man do that before!

Jake Steel: Dammit, what business does Ice Man have interrupting this match and denying me my abuse!

PIC remains down on the ringside protective mats as Ice Man and Sebastian Ashe continue the fight, trading still right hands. The champ kicks Ashe in the gut and gets a swift DDT! He goes for the pin.

1!

NO!

Caelan Tyler: Still way too early in the match for Ice Man, he should really know better.

Ice Man picks up Ashe for a body slam and gets it. Ice Man climbs up to the second rope and goes for the elbow, but there's PIC on the top rope, punching Ice Man to prevent him from doing the move. Ashe recovers, and now the three of them are fighting at the turnbuckle. Ice Man picks up Sebastian Ashe for a powerbomb, but PIC from behind leaps and grabs Ashe's head in an inverted bulldog type maneuver, increasing the pain! Ashe squirms around on the mat, clutching his head and back!

Caelan Tyler: I don't think I've ever seen that type of move before! I don't think Ashe can recover from that move.

Jake Steel: Come on Ashe! Get up!

PIC goes for the cover.

1!

2!

NO!

Ice Man drags PIC off of Ashe to break up the fall. Ice Man stomps on both PIC and Ashe. Ashe is still recovering from the innovative double-team move, but PIC quickly rolls away and gets up as the crowd cheers for PIC. Ice Man tries to give PIC a suplex, but PIC counters with a kneelift, and chains it with a gutwrench. PIC holds the gutwrench for a few moments, before finally finishing it up as a gutwrench suplex. PIC picks up Ice Man and gives him a Michinoku Driver!

Caelan Tyler: PIC with the Michinoku Driver on the champion!

Jake Steel: It doesn't look good for the champ!

PIC gets the Texas Cloverleaf on Ice Man. Ice Man is grimacing as for some reason he's trying to grab the ropes. Ice Man is exerting himself, finally grabbing the ropes, but the referee tells Ice Man that while Ice Man can't submit, PIC doesn't have to let go of the hold.

Caelan Tyler: This is a no disqualification match, so PIC can't be disqualified for leaving Ice Man in the hold. However, this is not a falls count anywhere match. Falls count only in the ring. When you break the plane of the ropes, you aren't considered to be in the ring anymore, and thus can't be pinned or made to submit.

Jake Steel: This isn't a court of law, jackoff, enough with the technicalities!

Ashe rushes up from behind PIC and clotheslines him, freeing Ice Man from the hold. Ice Man gets up, clutching his legs and back. Ashe sees Ice Man's predicament and takes him down with a chop block. Ashe puts him in a step-over toe hold, cranking the pressure on Ice Man's leg, but Ice Man kicks Ashe off and gets up. Ashe is undeterred, however, and whips Ice Man into the corner, and starts laying some knife-edge chops on him. The crowd goes 'WHOO!' for each one.

Jake Steel: Sebastian Ashe is regulating this match! This kid has a bright future in this business.

Caelan Tyler: He hasn't even won his first match yet. Be careful what you say!

Sebastian Ashe doubles up Ice Man with a kick to the gut and gives him a fierce double underhook suplex. Ashe picks him up for the Back Drop Driver, but Ice Man goes up and over the back of Ashe. Ice Man picks Ashe up for the Ice Pick, and manages to get it! Ice Man goes for the cover.

1!

2!

NO!

PIC manages to break up the pin with an elbowdrop. Ashe remains prone on the mat as Ice Man and PIC continue the fight. PIC and Ice Man slug each other with punches, until Ice Man knocks down the slightly smaller PIC. Ashe is up and watches the action, and notices that Ice Man intends to slingshot PIC into one of the turnbuckles. Ashe sneakily removes the turnbuckle pad from the turnbuckle as Ice Man is cinching PIC for a slingshot. He lifts up PIC and PIC goes face first into the turnbuckle! PIC staggers as Ashe gives Ice Man a crisp release German suplex, then goes to roll up PIC!

1!

2!

NO!

Jake Steel: I've never seen that before, Ashe removing the turnbuckle in an attempt for Ice Man to unknowingly rough up PIC, but I really like it! ABUSE!

Caelan Tyler: Ashe is smart, but it didn't get the job done.

PIC somehow manages to get out of the pin predicament. PIC stands up, and surprisingly to the audience and the announcers, and to Ashe, PIC's forehead has no sign of crimson. Sebastian Ashe gets PIC with a sick lariat, and PIC is down again. Sebastian Ashe drags PIC to the corner.

Caelan Tyler: Ashe is dragging PIC to the corner, I wonder what he's going to do?

Jake Steel: Whatever it is, it's going to be good!

Sebastian Ashe exits the ring, and grabs PIC's legs, forces them apart, and pulls PIC toward the ringpost, causing severe trauma to PIC's cash and prizes!

Jake Steel: Oh, that must have hurt! I like ABUSE, but I don't know if I can tolerate the attack on the mommy-daddy button!

Caelan Tyler: Sebastian Ashe doing what it takes to win, even utilizing underhanded tactics. I don't like it!

Jake Steel: Take a look at the males in attendance out there! They look like they're at a screening of Hard Candy, what with their legs crossed.

PIC grabs the cash and prizes, and Ice Man and Sebastian Ashe face off once again. Ice Man whips Sebastian Ashe into the corner and unleashes a barrage of back elbows on him. Ice Man whips Sebastian Ashe into the far corner, and gives him a vertical splash!

Jake Steel: Some generic big-man offense from the Ice Man!

Caelan Tyler: But very effective.

Ice Man lifts Sebastian Ashe for a press slam, and drops Ashe hard onto the mat! Ice Man picks up Ashe again, and whips Ashe into the turnbuckles again. Ice Man rushes over to the corner where Ashe is, and climbs the top rope. He picks up Ashe and props him on the top rope, then gives him the Hail Storm!

Caelan Tyler: It's the Hail Storm and you know what's coming up next!

Jake Steel: I don't know, the Ice Pick and PIC breaking up the pin?

Ice Man tries to pick up Ashe for the Ice Pick, but Ashe counters by shoving Ice Man into the ropes, then giving Ice Man an Exploder suplex on the rebound. Ashe picks up the champion for the Back Drop Driver, and gets it! Ice Man is clutching his head.

Caelan Tyler: Ashe finally gets the Back Drop Driver!

Jake Steel: Oh man, that has to hurt! He needs to pin the champ now!

Instead of going for the pin, Ashe picks up Ice Man and locks him in The Tranquilizer! Ice Man is in some serious pain, but refuses to give up. PIC is still down on the mat, so Ice Man gives Ashe a mule kick to get out of the hold.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man uses...interesting tactics to get out of that one.

Jake Steel: That's cheating, ref! Disqualify him!

Caelan Tyler: You just said yourself that it's a no DQ match!

Ice Man kicks Sebastian Ashe, and then lifts him up for a power bomb! Ice Man brings Ashe down to the mat hard! Ice Man climbs to the top rope for his finishing move, the Avalanche! The five star frog splash connects and Ice Man goes for the pin!

1!

2!

NO!

Unknowingly to the both of them, PIC recovered from the assault, and climbed the top rope after Ice Man went for the pin, and delivered his finishing move, the End Result 450 splash on both Ice Man and Ashe, breaking up the pin! Ice Man rolls out of the ring, and PIC goes for the pin on Ashe.

1!

2!

3!

Zach King: The winner of the match via pinfall... PIC!

Caelan Tyler: And PIC returns triumphant!

Jake Steel: Dammit, Ashe was robbed!

The scene fades into the backstage area at Uprising, the usual nonsense that occurs backstage is in fact, occurring. A few of the referees for upcoming matches walk past, a couple wrestlers, some guys in suits, the usual backstage crew. The camera pans around until it focuses in on a door with 'Aphrodisia Jordan' written on duct tape stuck to it. A second or two later, Vincent Kane and Shane Donovan come into the picture. Vincent has his half of the Tag Team Championship belts with him, which he is just dragging along the floor. They stop outside of Jordan's door for a moment, than without knocking - walk in. Aphrodisia is standing in the middle of her room, in her black jeans and a matching sports bra. In one hand she had a referee polo shirt and in the other...? A pair of scissors. She barely flinches when the door opens, set on her task of cutting up the ref jersey.

Shane Donovan: Quite the fashion statement.

Vincent lets out a slight laugh and than throws his title belt in Aph's direction. Uninterested, Aph steps to the side of the belt and it crashes to the floor. Bacon snorts from the sofa, up on all of his hooves. He snorts in Kane's direction, clearly perturbed.

Vincent Kane: I'd say so. Wouldn't it be easier to just wear nothing?

Aphrodisia Jordan: You and Jax would be too busy drooling. And then I'd have to three-count against you. As much as I would enjoy never letting you live it down, eh... you'd both just be pains afterwards.

Vincent shrugs and nods his head sheepishly agreeing.

Shane Donovan: As amazing as all of that would be, I think it's in our best interest to make sure these titles stay on our side.

Vincent Kane: Shane-o... It's Fusion... I don't even know who Fusion is. What I do know is that I don't think Aphi will be letting these belts leave our sides.

Vincent turns his gaze to Jordan, who's still working intently on her ref jersey. Finally, she tosses the scissors onto the coffee table and tugs the shirt on. With her modifications, the shirt is much more low-cut and exposes her midriff. The sleeves are in tatters. She rests her hands on her hips, eyeballing Vincent.

Aphrodisia Jordan: I intend to be a completely honest and fair referee.

There was a long pause as Donavon and VK stare at Aph, agape. Her trademark smirk paints her lips as she begins to laugh heartily.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Seriously? You bought that shit?

Vincent clears his throat and shakes his head.

Vincent Kane: Not for a second. Not at all.

Shane Donovan: Don't worry, I'll be at ring side to 'distract' you if anything comes up where distraction is needed.

Vincent Kane: Or, ya know, she'll just ignore it and play with her hair or something.

Vincent rolls his eyes.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Unless you're dropping your drawers, I'm not interested.

Vincent Kane: Oh, Shane will show you where the wild goose does, don't you worry!

Shane shakes his head and exits the room.

Vincent Kane: Hey, where's he going?

Vincent turns and follows Shane out, leaving his championship belt with Aphrodisia. Aphrodisia scooped up the belt and dropped it carelessly on the sofa. She pointed to the little pig that sat on her duffel bag.

Aphrodisia Jordan: I'm going for coffee, Bacon. You're in charge.

Caelan Tyler: Aph? The special guest referee?! That was never announced!

Jake Steel: HAHAHA! I wonder if Fusion knows.

Caelan Tyler: Probably not...

Sebastian Ashe strides through the backstage corridors like a lion. He might not have had a winning start to his young New Legends of Wrestling career, but through the deadly forked-tongue/pure wrestling ability combination he’s certainly done enough to kick up a little fuss tonight.

His shorn black hair is gelled and combed backwards, giving it that 'wet look' that the kids are into. Having clearly freshened up a little following his match, Ashe is clad in a figure-hugging plain white t-shirt and some loose, black sweatpants with a solitary white stripe running down the outside of both legs.

Turning a corner, there is suddenly a bump. No, I'm not talking about the kind of bump in the night that that R.L. Stine tosser used to hand out to all the gullible little kiddies that forced their parents to shell out on his 'novels'. No, I'm talking about the kind of bump that seems to be an everyday occurrence in the world of professional wrestling...

Sebastian Ashe: Ugh! What... the hell... do you think you are doing, you lowly speck of shit?

The man he bumped into? None other than the competitor who will challenge Draco for the NLW Legacy Title in a grueling two out of three falls match later tonight.

The Phoenix.

Sebastian steps back from the more experienced competitor, eyeing him up with a resentful sneer plastered across his features.

Sebastian Ashe: Do you have any idea who I am, shithead? I'm Sebastian Ashe, and I've come to CURE this rancid piss stain of a wrestling promotion. Now get out of my way, tubby, before I jam my boot so far up your ass you'll be spittin' out laces until next week!

Phoenix lets a sarcastic chuckle escape his lips.

The Phoenix: 'Tubby'? Very funny, kid... I can tell that one took you a while to come up with. That has almost as much sting as a Vincent Kane promo. Did Ariel or Flounder give you that line?

Sebastian Ashe: Okay, listen up Silent Bob; I suggest you get the hell out of my way before I drag your wretched little 'career' down further into the doldrums than it already is. Perhaps one day... or maybe a year. Five years. TEN! Maybe in ten years you too can become half... a quarter, nah, a TENTH of the wrestler that I am, but at the moment you aren’t even fit to breathe the same air as I. But enough about that... you've been given ONE free pass, junior. Disrespect me like that one more time and the last thing you'll be seeing will be my grinning face as I snap that flabby neck of yours, capsiche?

The Phoenix: Junior? Son, I've taken shits bigger than you. As for disrespecting you, there's a problem. You have to earn respect first. You don't have it yet. Apparently no one's sent you that memo.

Phoenix steps aside to get around the little twerp, and then turns back to him.

The Phoenix: Piece of advice for you. Never take someone at face value, lest you run into me again and limp away with a broken ankle. Unlike you, I prefer to let my technical wrestling do the talking, in the ring. You'd be wise to remember that. Not everyone will be as lenient as I have been.

Eager to not converse with the obnoxious rookie further, The Phoenix turns his back and begins to slowly walk away. Sebastian mutters under his breath...

Sebastian Ashe: Taken bigger shits than me?

Ashe glances one more time at Phoenix's girth.

Sebastian Ashe: ...yeah, I’ll give you that one.

Caelan Tyler: Ashe is really not making any friends here in NLW tonight.

Jake Steel: Yes he is, I'm liking him more and more by the second. Kick his tubby ass Seb!

Old Time Announcer: It is time once again for NLW's highest rating–

Jake Steel: Pfft!

Old Time Announcer: –segment on Uprising.

Jake Steel: Booooo! This announcer sucks! Booooo!

Caelan Tyler: Shhhh! I heard this guy shot a guy in Reno just to watch him die.

Jake Steel: Who the hell is this guy Johnny Cash?!

Old Time Announcer: Jake, listen to your buddy or else I am going to take my boot and stick it so far up your ass that you will be doing your best Phoenix impression while choking on my foot!

Jake Steel: I...err...Phoenix sucks...?

Old Time Announcer: With that annoyance out of the way...Welcome to the Complaint Department!

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

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

Two white spotlights center on the entrance way as Draco comes out and makes his way down to ringside. Instead of the normal two chair set up in the ring, there is three this week. Draco parks himself into the one sitting by itself off next to the giant painted piece of glass that makes the segment so awesome...

...yeah, that one. Draco brings the microphone to his lips as the fans start to cool down and sit back down.

Draco: So this week I thought to myself, 'Self, we need something big for The Complaint Department. Debuting week we booted Phoenix in the face. Everyone loved that. Second week, we had Dangah Man knock me on my ass. Oddly enough, people loved that, too. I need to keep the people loving this show so what should I do?'

Draco motions to the two director chairs that are sitting across from him.

Draco: Double the guests, double the fun. This week let me introduce not one, but two guests. A tag team of...epic?...proportions...

Old Time Announcer: Fusion come on down!

The old time game show music starts to play, but 'Close Friends' by 'Adema' begins to play cutting off the game show theme. A yin-yang appears on the big screen as strobe lights fill the arena, flickering on and off. Onto the ramp walks Talon and The Jackrabbit side-by-side, their eyes scanning the crowd. The Jackrabbit tips back his head and begins to laugh, and Talon gives him a look from the corner of his eyes, a piece of lead-piping in one hand. Talon walks now to the ring, followed closely by The Jackrabbit who skips along behind him. Talon slides under the ropes into the ring, as The Jackrabbit bounces onto the apron and climbs through the middle rope. Talon climbs the nearest turnbuckle, holding his arms out as The Jackrabbit crosses the ring and leaps onto the opposite, lifting two index fingers and giving his salute to the crowd. Both men then return to their feet, and Talon tosses his lead-piping to ringside.

Draco: Impressive, impressive, gentlemen. Have a seat, please.

Fusion moves to the two chairs and sit down letting the crowd cool down slightly as the adversaries of Society are getting them riled up. Draco speaks up trying to get his interview segment going before Fusion reacts....as, well, only they can.

Draco: Now, I have known you guys for a while and you have been in federations with me on and off for years, but you guys are fighting more often than not. What is so different this time?

The Jackrabbit: Fight each other? Me and Tal never fought each other! Silly Draco...

Draco looks at Jackrabbit like he is joking, but realizes that this was the serious answer. Draco shakes his head trying to get it all working properly before he speaks again.

Draco: Never? Tal didn't lose a match, World Title match, because of you, 'Rabbit?

The Jackrabbit: Nu-uh, never ever–

Talon: [interrupts] Of course, some would have said we fought. Yet those same people would debate whether we are capable wrestlers, and in fact whether we are worthy opponents. Perceptions are many and manifold, Draco - and with our past, as with our present, some people have views that diverge in extreme ways from reality.

The Jackrabbit: Likes thems Sauces City peoples, like Vinnie K, Tal? 'Cos you said him was all in a fake realness, right?

Talon: Indeed, my friend. Society are the ones I address in so veiled a manner. The ones whose sense I question, and whose ability I doubt. Who claims to be repairing this federation, one title at a time - yet holds the belt for a sickly and dying division that so badly craves our healing presence.

The Jackrabbit: Presents? There's presents, Tal, really? Where's they at?

Draco: Ok, ok, ok. Starting to get a headache here. New topic.

Draco rubs his forehead as Jackrabbit seems to bounce in the chair lightly. Talon just sits there with no real motion. Draco looks over at his guests and realizes this may have been a bad idea.

Draco: Seems like we struck a vine with the crowd when Society was mentioned. What do you two think of your opponents for the Tag Titles this event?

The fans cheer on Fusion for taking down the stable full of bad ass evil guys that want control. After all, we have seen it all before. Freshness is needed and you don’t get much fresher than a lunatic and an unnerving guy with a fetish for a lead pipe.

The Jackrabbit: They're very nice peoples. He pauses, the crowd boos. Just kiddin', 'Rabbit Fans!... we don't real like Sauces City much. They say mean mean things about all of En-El-Dub, and that does be part of us.. uh, we does be part of that.. uh.. anywhos, in just a few minute-seconds En-El-Dub gets new champeenoos, when The Unorthodox One... that's me!... and The Enigma... that's him!... beat Jacko and the Jugganaut, bitch, and capture the Tag Team championboats!

Talon: Indeed. As my unorthodox partner says, we have come here with one task, one quest - to win tag team gold. When we joined this federation, we had little care who it was that held these belts. We had little care for what they were, or who they were, or what delusions they entertained upon the subject. Yet now... now we are here, and now it does matter that we fight against something that we abhor. Something cankerous and something foul. An anathema to sense and thought, an anathema to order and unity, an anathema to the sport we fight in - yet mostly and simply, opponents we despise.

Draco picks his head up and stifled a small yawn as he looks over at Fusion.

Draco: Still as long winded as ev–ah, shit.

The arena goes dark with the only light coming from the Society logo shining brightly on the Jumbotron. A few seconds go by and the arena is already filling with a mixture of boos and incoherent yelling. 'Biggest and the Best' by Clawfinger begins to play over the PA system, the techno rhythm plays for a few moments than the bass drum hits which sends a large blast of pyro off down the entrance ramp.

Nobody is perfect but I'm pretty fucking close
and I'm here to give you all a heavy heavenly dose
I think you'd better listen 'cos I know who you are
and I think that you should treat me like a superstar
because I'm more than just a human I'm a gift to all of you
and I'm here to make sure that my message gets through

As the pyro dies does, smoke begins to fill the entrance to the stage. Slowly, through the mist, a blue spotlight to the left of the entrance begins to illuminate, silhouetting a large figure. To the right of the entrance, a red spotlight comes up, silhouetting another, large figure. And in between the two, a purple spotlight begins to glow, casting the shadow of a more feminine form.

I wonder if you're really all as dumb as you look
or are you smart enough to learn the rules in my book
I hope you understand that the knowledge I bring
puts me in the position of a god or a king
'cos I'm blessed with the gift of the magic touch

With another burst of pyro shooting up from either side of the three figures, as expected, it is revealed to be Aphrodisia Jordan, Brad Jackson, and Vincent Kane, Society. The three stand at the top of the entrance ramp for a few moments, glancing over the crowd, occasionally yelling at them, or just shaking their heads in disgust. Jackson is dragging his championship belt down the ramp, while Jordan is still holding Vincent's. After a moment, she realizes that SHE is carrying HIS belt and shoves it into his chest taking Vincent off guard. Not really caring about the belt, Vincent grabs it by one end, pulls back, and throws it down to ring side. In the ring, Draco and Fusion have cleared out the Complaint Department set, and a referee has entered to help keep the peace.

and I wouldn't say that I'm asking for to much
all you have to do is get down on your knees and pray
and I promise you the remedy is on its way
but you can never be like me so don't waste your time
because I reign supreme and my position is divine

Aphrodisia has fallen behind the two boys a bit as she is strutting down to ring side toying with the fans. Jackson and Kane are nearly half way down the ramp before she goes into a full on sprint and leaps onto Jackson's back. Her legs and arms tangle around his front as she leans over his shoulder, lazily. Jackson holds onto her legs as he continues to carry her towards the ring.

What's wrong with being self possessed?
Nobody's satisfied with being second best
I've got the gift and I know that I'm blessed
and I've got to get it off my chest

Once the trio reaches the ring, Aphrodisia hops off Jackson's back and slides into the ring. She walks around the ring, letting her hand slide along the top rope before she stops at one of the corners and leans up against them. Vincent has used the stairs and is standing in Society's corner, while Jackson climbed up into the ring and is bouncing around in the center of the ring. 'Biggest and the Best' begins to die down as the lights return to their normal setting with Society in the ring waiting for the bell, staring down Fusion. Draco has at this point left the ring, making his way back up the entrance ramp.

Jake Steel: I guess we don't get any formal introductions here. Just abuse!

Old Time Announcer: Don't forget to spay and neuter your Jake Steels, people!

Caelan Tyler: Okay, lets get to the abuse...in the ring!

With everyone in the ring, the referee who was there to help keep the peace exits, leaving Aphrodisia in charge. She then moves to a neutral corner and calls for the bell to begin this title match! After a bit of discussion, Jackson steps outside the ropes, leaving Vincent Kane in the ring to face off against The Jackrabbit.

Caelan Tyler: How in the hell is Aphrodisia a fair and impartial referee?

Jake Steel: How in the hell is your mom none of those things?

Caelan Tyler: ...You're pushing it, Jake.

Kane looks to be all business as he cold-cocks 'Rabbit in the jaw with a stiff right jab, staggering the unorthodox wrestler. VK follows this with several more right hands to back Jackrabbit into the ropes, and whips 'Rabbit across the ring, sending him down with a textbook hip toss, and locking in an armbar to ground his opponent.

Caelan Tyler: And Society off to the early advantage to start the match.

Jake Steel: And that's how it's going to stay throughout the rest of the match, Caelan!

After a few seconds in the hold, Jackrabbit shifts his weight, forcing Kane to break the hold as both wrestlers get back to their feet. Vincent goes back to work with the strikes, peppering 'Rabbit with lefts and rights until Jackrabbit counters with a knee to the gut. Kane is then unceremoniously whipped into the opposite ropes, where he is dropped with a left-side clothesline from The Jackrabbit. Vincent is quick to pop back to his feet, only to be taken down by a drop toe hold and stuck in a side headlock by his opponent.

Caelan Tyler: The Jackrabbit seems a bit more focused tonight. He knows what is at stake.

Jake Steel: Shock and amazement. But I'll happily prove you wrong when he decides to try to give someone a wedgie!

Caelan Tyler: You do have to admit, though, it's effective.

Jake Steel: Are you listening to yourself? No, man. Just...no.

This time, it's Kane who decides that enough is enough after a few seconds, and gets back to his feet while the hold is still applied. Grabbing 'Rabbit by the waist, he goes for a back suplex, but Jackrabbit flips out of it and catches Vincent as he turns around by a dropkick! VK scrambles back to his corner as 'Rabbit gallops around the ring on an imaginary horse. A moment later, Kane tags out, and Brad Jackson makes his first appearance in the match. Jackson cracks his knuckles as he looks across the ring at his opponent. Collar-and-elbow tie up soon follows, but Jackson breaks it by stomping on the foot of Jackrabbit! Jackson then goes for a forearm shiver to the head of 'Rabbit, but misses as Jackrabbit ducks. Jackson's momentum takes him in a 180-degree spin, and 'Rabbit hits a back suplex before making a quick tag to Talon, as Jackson pops back to his feet.

Caelan Tyler: Tag by Fusion, and in comes the Enigma, Talon. Things are about to get a bit more serious, I believe.

Jake Steel: And thank goodness for that. This is a title match, not some damn school playground.

Talon and Jackson stare each other down before engaging in a tie-up. Talon gets a side headlock on his opponent, but s promptly shoved into the ropes by Jackson, and then is knocked down by a shoulder block. Talon quickly gets back to his feet, surprised at being taken down by someone just slightly smaller than he is. Another tie-up, and this time Jackson gets the side headlock, standing switch to the rear as he applies a hammerlock. Talon replies with a back elbow, and a second to break the hold. He then spins around, catching Jackson off guard slightly and scoop slams him to the canvas. Talon into the quick cover as Aph slides into position, but Jackson is out just after the one count.

Caelan Tyler: Talon looking for the early cover, possibly also looking to see if there is bias from our referee.

Jake Steel: I'm telling you, Caelan, Aphy's not going to be biased!

Caelan Tyler: ...Aphy?

Jake Steel: What?

Caelan Tyler: Never mind...

Both combatants are back on their feet, and Talon gets the advantage with a knife-edge chop that rings throughout the arena. He pushes Jackson back into the Fusion corner and makes the quick tag to the Jackrabbit. Talon whips Jackson away as 'Rabbit enters, and a double hip toss sends Jackson to the mat, followed by a double elbow! Aph is quick to force Talon out of the ring, but misses Kane rushing in to clothesline 'Rabbit to the mat! He runs back out of the ring before Aph turns around, with Talon back on the apron in his team's corner.

Caelan Tyler: And Society proving that they are not afraid of using cheap tactics to try to retain their titles.

Jake Steel: It's all legal if the ref never sees it!

This comment causes Caelan to groan audibly as Jackson recovers just ahead of 'Rabbit. Pressing the (illegal) advantage, Brad kicks Jackrabbit in the gut before cinching him up and delivering a textbook vertical suplex. Jackson floats into the cover, as Aph slides in once again...

1...

2, and Jackrabbit is quickly out as Aph raises her hand for the third time. Jackson looks at Aph, as if asking why the count wasn't faster. Aph just shakes her head and taps her left wrist twice.

Caelan Tyler: Wait a minute...what the hell was that?

Jake Steel: Huh? Oh, sorry, I was marveling at the unbiased work our referee was performing. What did I miss?

Caelan says nothing as Jackson pulls 'Rabbit to his feet and makes the tag to Vincent Kane. Society now with a double team move as both members repeatedly kick 'Rabbit who is slumped in the turnbuckles. Jackson takes his time getting out of the ring, causing Talon to object from his corner. Aph turns to chastise Talon for objecting her method of calling the match as Jackson begins to strangle Jackrabbit with the tag rope! Vincent continues to kick away at Jackrabbit's ribs, and Jackson releases the choke just as Aph turns back to face the action. She looks at Jackson strangely, who responds with an exaggerated innocent face. She rolls her eyes and smirks a little as Kane whips Jackrabbit into the ropes, and delivers a powerslam on the rebound. Kane remains in the cover:

1....

2.. and Jackrabbit gets a shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Wait a minute...that count was slightly faster that time!

Jake Steel: Looked the same to me.

Caelan Tyler: Well everything looks the same when your head is shoved so far up Society's ass!

Jake Steel: ...That is so not true!

This time, Kane looks at Aph, and simply nods his head, seeing what is going on. Kane picks 'Rabbit up, hitting his opponent with a spinning back fist before catching Jackrabbit by the head and spiking him with a DDT! Kane quick to cover!

1...

2--no, Jackrabbit pops a shoulder up on the even faster count!

Vincent gets to his feet and goes to pick up 'Rabbit, but Jackrabbit surprises Kane with a small package! Aph into position...

1...

2.... and Kane kicks out!

Caelan Tyler: On, for the love of all that is sacred! Why can't we get a fair referee out here?

Jake Steel: Caelan, how many times do I have to tell you? We have one out here already!

Caelan Tyler: So that count from Aph wasn't slow?

Jake Steel: Nope.

Caelan Tyler: ...

Kane gets to his feet, looking downright livid that 'Rabbit dared try to pin him. Kane lets 'Rabbit expend his energy to get back to his feet before grabbing him from behind and drilling Jackrabbit with a release German suplex that nearly folded 'Rabbit in half! Kane quick to the cover...

1...

2--no, Talon in to break the pin with a double axe handle to the back of Jackrabbit! Aph turns to admonish him again, and as Talon is arguing with her, Jackson and Kane make an illegal switch. Jackson walks over and rather blatantly kicks 'Rabbit in the groin as Aph is still occupied. Brad then drags 'Rabbit closer to Society's corner before applying a Figure Four leg lock on Rabbit! Aph comes in to check for the submission, her back 'conveniently' turned as Jackson pulls on the middle rope for leverage!

Caelan Tyler: This is getting ridiculous!

Jake Steel: Who cares? That damn Jackrabbit is getting abused! It's a wonderful moment in time!

'Rabbit refuses to tap, and as Aph turns to tell Jackson this, Jackson lets go as Kane grabs the rope, shaking it to help 'fool' the official as to the reason the ring ropes are moving. Shrugging, Aph looks back at Jackrabbit as Jackson pulls on the ropes again. However, this time Talon has seen enough as he dashes in from the opposite corner and leaps over Aph and his partner to drop an elbow onto the sternum of Jackson! This forces the break as the referee turns, threatening to disqualify Fusion for Talon's continued interference. Another illegal switch is made, as Kane comes in the ring after clapping his own hands together once to simulate a tag. Talon quickly leaves the ring, not wanting to cost his team the match as Kane picks Rabbit up to his feet. He goes to whip 'Rabbit, but The Unorthodox One collapses halfway across the ring, holding his knee. Kane smiles sickly at this, knowing they have weakened half of the opposing team considerably.

Caelan Tyler: Jackrabbit needs to make the tag to Talon, and he needs to do it soon!

Jake Steel: I don't see Society letting him make the tag though. Face it, it's over, and OUR champions retain!

Caelan Tyler: This match is not over yet, Jake!

Jake Steel: OVER!!!

Kane closes in on Jackrabbit, looking to end the brutality right here. However, a mule kick from 'Rabbit catches Kane in the solar plexus, stunning the Society member long enough for Jackrabbit to hurriedly crawl across the ring and make the hot tag to Talon!

Caelan Tyler: And there's the tag! Talon is legal, and does he look ready to go!

Jake Steel: Come on, that was a blatant low blow! Ref!!!

Jake's cries fall on deaf ears, however, as Talon comes into the ring, laying out Kane with a stiff clothesline. Jackson comes into the ring, and eats a clothesline himself. Kane is quickly back up, and Talon promptly proceeds to hip toss his opponent, who lands on top of Jackson. Both members of Society stand back up, and rush Talon at the same time, attempting a double clothesline. Talon ducks out of the way, spins, and takes down both members of Society with a double clothesline of his own! Aphrodisia looks on in the corner, a slightly perturbed look on her face as Talon grabs Kane, who is still the legal man, and sets him up for a DDT. Jackson sees this, and runs other, breaking the attempt with a clothesline of his own. Jackrabbit has had time to recover, though, and takes down Jackson with a double-leg takedown, raining down right hands on his opponent. All four men are now brawling in the ring, as Kane and Talon are fighting in the opposite corner.

Caelan Tyler: And we have utter chaos in the ring right now!

Jake Steel: But where is the ABUSE? This looks good and all, but it needs more abuse!

The action with 'Rabbit and Jackson spills to the outside as Kane prepares to whip Talon into the opposite corner. Reversal by Talon...no, reversed again by Kane, and Talon goes into the corner they were just in--and Aph gets caught in the corner trying to get out of the way! She gets sandwiched between the turnbuckle and Talon and falls to the mat, the wind escaping her body as she wasn't prepared for that!

Caelan Tyler: And Aphrodisia just got taken out! Now what's going to happen?

Jake Steel: I can you exactly what's going to happen. ABUSE! Glorious, glorious abuse!

Caelan Tyler: Oy, vey...

As Talon bends down to check on Aph, Kane rears back and lands a blatant low blow on Talon! A collective groan is heard from the male audience as Talon collapses, holding his crotch. Outside the ring, Jackson has 'Rabbit on his feet and sends him into the guardrail. A quick clothesline follows this, and Jackrabbit is sent sprawling into the front row, ringside! Turning to the timekeeper's position, he forcibly evicts Zach King from his seat, as well as our under-appreciated timekeeper, and grabs both steel chairs, sliding them into the ring. Jackson follows the chairs in, and motions for Kane to take hold of one. A sick grin once more forms on the face of Vincent Kane as he takes the chair and begins to size up Talon for what is bound to be a decapitating chair shot. The Enigma finally gets to his feet, still a bit dazed from the low blow, and turns, his skull cracking against the steel chair as Kane connects!

Jake Steel: YES! That's what I've been wanting to see! Do it again!

Caelan Tyler: And with Aphrodisia still down in the corner, I think this is only going to get worse.

Jake Steel: Talon is busted open! Whoooooo!

Glancing outside the ring, Jackson sees that Jackrabbit is not back over the railing yet, Jackson drops his chair and pulls Kane back for a moment. He then grabs Talon, puts him in position, and drills him with Something Wicked on top of the steel chair! The two Society members grin at each other as Aph finally sits up, having recovered from getting the wind knocked out of her. Kane slides the chair outside the ring, unaware that The Jackrabbit has gotten back over the railing. The chair lands next to him. Jackson falls into the cover, as Kane stares out into the crowd, taunting them. Still a bit stunned, Aph's count is a bit slower than normal.

1...

2...

Thr--Jackrabbit leaps into the ring to make the save! The crowd goes absolutely bananas as Society is denied at the last possible moment! Turning, Kane sees what has happened, and a look of pure anger crosses his face as he swings at 'Rabbit with the steel chair. Jackrabbit ducks, grabs the front of Kane's pants, and sends him stumbling away. However, poor Aph is again in the wrong place at the wrong time as the chair Kane was holding cracks her in the skull as she tried to get to her feet! She falls to the mat, not moving as Kane slumps against the ropes. Jackson has gotten up from the lateral press on Talon, and has his sights set squarely on 'Rabbit. He charges in with a clothesline, but Jackrabbit slides underneath, coming back up and dropping Jackson with a DDT. 'Rabbit then looks in his corner, and sees the lead pipes that Talon brought with him to the ring. For a second, there is a look of confusion on his face before he nods and picks them up from his corner.

Jake Steel: No! Psyche ward patients are not allowed to have weapons! SECURITY!

Caelan Tyler: It was fine when Society had the chairs! What's good for the goose--

Jake Steel: Who cares, Caelan? This is wrong, dammit!

Kane is the first to recover, and sees 'Rabbit with the lead pipes. Snarling, Kane charges with the steel chair, but Rabbit ducks the shot and catches Kane in the ribs with one of the pipes! The chair falls to the mat as Kane doubles over in pain. Jackson is back onto his feet, and he takes a pipe to the stomach as well. Tossing the pipes away, 'Rabbit grabs both members of Society and delivers a ring-rattling double DDT! The then falls into the cover on Kane.

There's no referee, Aph is still down from the accidental chair shot!

It takes 'Rabbit a moment to realize this, but in that time Talon has begun to recover. He sees the lead pipes in the ring, then looks over at where 'Rabbit is standing, and nods. Wiping the blood from his eyes, Talon slowly gets to his feet and picks up the pipes, as the crowd goes nuts. Both members of Society are starting to stir, and without remorse, Talon starts beating both Jackson and Kane with the pipes while they are still down on the mat. After about a minute of this, Talon motions to the Jackrabbit, who nods. 'Rabbit throws Kane out of the ring as movement can be seen at the top of the entryway.

Caelan Tyler: Fusion looking for something big here...wait a minute.

Jake Steel: What the hell is Draco doing here? He has no business in this match!

Caelan Tyler: Perhaps he's coming to check on Aphrodisia?

Jake Steel: Like she needs his help!

Talon gets Jackson in a powerbomb position as 'Rabbit stands near the ropes. With a heave, Talon lifts Jackson into the air, as 'Rabbit jumps onto the middle rope and latches onto Jackson in a crucifix pin position. Talon then drives the two of them forward, Jackson impacting the mat in a jackknife-style powerbomb as 'Rabbit has the pin applied via the crucifix!

Caelan Tyler: Fusion Bomb! That has to do it!

Jake Steel: No ref, Caelan! It doesn't matter!

Draco has gotten to the ring, and slides in, looking at Aph for a moment. Then, with a smile and nod, he grabs Aph's arm and hits it against the mat.

1...

2...

3!

The timekeeper immediately rings the bell, as it was the assigned referee's hand that made the count, and thus makes the fall official. 'Torn Apart' blares through the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers. A member of the ringside crew hands the belts into the ring, as Fusion celebrates in the ring.

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners...and the NEW NLW Tag Team Champions...Talon and the Jackrabbit: FUSION!

Caelan Tyler: They did it, they overcome the odds!

Jake Steel: NOOO! Why Draco, why?!?!

Fusion and Draco all exit the ring, the tag titles in tow. After a few moments, Aphrodisia, Jackson, and Kane begin to exit the ring, pissed off looks on their faces. Suddenly, 'Second to None' by Styles of Beyond begins to sound over the arena loudspeakers and the lights begin to flicker slightly before going out completely. After a few moments there is a large explosion on the stage and the lights come back up. The members of Society are looking around cautiously, expecting an attack at any moment, but stop when they see a freezer sitting in the middle of the stage. Their curiosity piqued, they quickly find the closest weapons they can and cautiously make their way towards the stage.

Caelan Tyler: What the heck?

Jake Steel: Weird sort of mind games maybe...?

As they near the freezer they notice that it is facing towards the entry way, and begin to walk around to the other side, Aphrodisia watching the entry way. With their weapons raised Kane and Jackson finally reach forward and quickly open the freezer, immediately receiving a blast to the face from a fire extinguisher, causing them to stumble backwards, unable to see. Aphrodisia quickly tries to dispatch the assailant but is too slow and gets a face full of metal, knocking her down and giving the attacker a chance to exit the freezer. A look of shock crosses the face of the now recovered Kane as he sees The Phoenix standing in front of him.

Caelan Tyler: It's The Phoenix!

Jake Steel: NOO!

The Phoenix tosses the fire extinguisher at Kane, who instinctively catches it before getting an elbow to the face. As the two begin to exchange blows, Jackson comes to and joins in the carnage, the numbers game catching up to Phoenix. Instead of joining in, Aph moves to the other side of the freezer in case someone tries to come out and help The Phoenix.

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix is outnumbered out here.

Jake Steel: YES! Good! Kick his fat ass!

The Ice Man can be seen hopping the guard rail near the middle of the ramp and running up to the freezer. Aphrodisia sees him coming, and immediately goes on the attack, revenge on her mind for losing the NLW Championship. She staggers Ice with several punches, but is unable to connect with the Purrfect Ending as Ice ducks. Getting back to his feet, Ice staggers Aph with a left hook and promptly throws her against the back of the freezer. Upon impact, Aph falls to the side of the box, stunned from the blow. Seeing that Phoenix is being assaulted, Ice runs up the ramp and catches Jackson unawares with a clothesline from hell.

Caelan Tyler: The NLW Champion The Ice Man is out here, and he's no doubt looking for revenge after what happened the last few shows.

Jake Steel: Boo hoo, cry me a river.

Ice then focuses on Kane as Phoenix regains his senses. For a brief moment, it looks like Kane might be getting the upper hand, but Phoenix comes in from behind and drops Kane with a double axe handle to the back of the neck. Both Ice and Phoenix then proceed to stomp away at Kane for a few seconds, until Ice gestures to Phoenix to keep an eye on Society for a moment. After making sure that all three members of Society are temporarily indisposed Ice reaches into the freezer and pulls out a baseball bat...Wait, that's not right, he pulls out a baseball bat made entirely out of ice. He raises it into the air before getting ready to swing. Seeing his cue The Phoenix hits Kane one last time and then lifts Kane to his feet, pushing him towards the Ice Man.

Caelan Tyler: That bat is made out of ice!

Jake Steel: ...What in the blue hell?!

This time Kane is not surprised, as it is The Ice Man standing before him. However he doesn't have time to react as the solid mass of ice connects with his forehead, knocking him unconscious. The Ice Man points to Jackson, who is now standing again. The Phoenix walks over and begins exchanging blows with him, as The Ice Man reaches down and picks up the downed Vincent Kane, throwing him over his shoulder and then dropping him into the freezer. He then closes the lid and reaches into his pocket pulling out a padlock. Ice quickly locks the freezer and turns back to The Phoenix and Jackson. The Ice Man walks over behind Jackson and hits him in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. He is not down long however and lunges towards the Ice Man who takes a step back and corrals Jackson down between his legs. He then lifts him up and drops him with a massive sit down powerbomb.

Caelan Tyler: They got Kane in the freezer, and now Ice Man just powerbombed Jackson!

Jake Steel: This can't be happening...

After the attack during the tag match and the ramming into the freezer Aphrodisia is finally able to return to her feet. Unfortunately for her both Kane and Jackson have been taken care of, so Ice and The Phoenix are able to put all of their attention towards her. It's Phoenix who takes initiative in this one as he makes ready to strike Aph, but the Warheart simply raises her hands and backs away, wanting no part of the two larger men.
By this point it can be seen that Kane has come to, as there is shouting and pounding coming from inside the freezer. This catches the attention of both The Ice Man and The Phoenix who go to the freezer and talk for a moment. Finally The Phoenix nods and both men begin to wheel the freezer towards the ring, gaining speed and finally letting it go, watching as it crashes into the side of the ring. The camera catches Phoenix looking down at Aph, and mouthing the words 'lesson in vigilance' to her. Just as they're about to make their way up the entrance ramp though...

Feedback... guitar dirge... The lights are off. A slot machine on the big screen whirls. The crowd holds their breath. Just who in the flying fuck is this?

Four more slots. Still whirling. A shape under the screen, huge, undiscernable. Ice Man and Phoenix look on, just as confused as everyone else.

A baseball bat is raised. Still mysterious.

The form comes forward slowly. It's still dark. Ice Man and Phoenix brace themselves, not knowing what to expect.

Jake Steel: You gotta be kidding me.

Caelan Tyler: Huh?

Jake Steel: I don't believe this!

Spotlight.

Jake Steel: It is!

Danny Boy Vegas makes his way down to the right slowly, slowly lowering the baseball bat, slowly locking eyes with The Ice Man and Phoenix, who both stand bewildered. Vegas makes his way down the ramp, shrugging off the black leather jacket he sports, leaving himself shirtless. The Ice Man is saying something to him. DBV is ignoring it.

Caelan Tyler: What's Danny Boy Vegas doing here?

Jake Steel: He's Society, duh!

The Ice Man rushes him, but DBV takes his leg back and rises and swings one-handed.

CRACK!

The Ice Man reels as Phoenix goes to assist, but is cut off by Aph, who blindsides him. Danny rises and grips the bat with both hands.

CRACK!

This one takes the Ice Man over his back. The Ice Man can stand up to a lot, sure, but DBV is not easy on the musculature. His hair hangs over his sunglasses dangerously. He bares his teeth grimly and it is not a smile.

CRACK!

Right over the Ice Man's fucking head. The Ice Man is leaning against the barricade, trying to keep himself aloft. Aph and Brad look on curiously as DBV grabs the back of the Ice Man's neck, dragging him away from the barricade. The Ice Man, battered by three stiff shots from that black wooden bat, drops to a knee. DBV lifts the Ice Man's chin and takes a step back.

CRACK!

A homerun swing right to the jaw. The Ice Man drifts back into the barricade, gasping in pain. DBV lifts his foot and slams it against the Ice Man's face, completely merciless. He lifts that bat.

CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!

Shane is now at ringside, freeing Kane from the freezer as the other members of Society watch dispassionately as DBV attempts to snap each and every one of the Ice Man's ribs. The ominous, brooding dirge still rolls over the arena. DBV hasn't gotten mad from this. He isn't really hot at the Ice Man. He pulls his foot back and it's clear he's done with the champion.

Caelan Tyler: What a brutal show of force here by Danny Boy Vegas, who to my knowledge isn't even under NLW contract.

Jake Steel: ABUSE! I love it!

He turns his attention to Society. Those near the front can hear him say 'Can I get a mic?' The message is relayed from Aph to Jackson to some schmuck at ringside, who passes it up. DBV nods his thanks when he gets his hand on it and he turns back to the Ice Man. He stands full on his feet, tall. He doesn't drop the bat.

Danny Boy Vegas: Who in the flying fuck do you think you are?

That's what he opens with. The crowd opens up with boos that DBV could not care less about.

Danny Boy Vegas: You think 'cause you got some gold around your waist you're somebody? Open your eyes, Ice Man! How much do you think you're worth to this company? Just about as much as that Made-in-China toy you trot out every week is worth. Just as much as it'd cost to collar any fuckin' tough from a Boston bar and dress him up in tights and drag him out here to pretend like he's hot shit.

DBV pauses for a second, considering the beaten Ice Man. He doesn't move from his position.

Danny Boy Vegas: The Ice Man. The fuck did you do to deserve that? You think people just go out and get called whatever name they want? You walk into a group of your friends and say 'I wanna be called 'Ice Man'' and if they don't kick your ass in three seconds flat, they oughta be drug out and shot. What possessed you? And you think because you got all roided up and shit that you are worth something?

Danny turns around, surveying the crowd from behind his sunglasses.

Danny Boy Vegas: Ten dollars is all it would take to replace this idiot. Ten dollars! What, you think I can't go out and find someone who'll do your job twice as good as you, Ice Man? When you get up you'll probably rattle off a list of names as long as the fucking Encyclopedia Britannica, and you know what? I'm not gonna give a shit. At all. 'Cause it doesn't matter who you beat, you'll still be another fucking meathead who came into wrestling 'cause he can't do shit else. You'll still be another fucking shitheel who doesn't know how to handle himself when it comes down to it.

Danny takes a step towards the Ice Man, lifting the bat slowly but not using it.

Danny Boy Vegas: So why am I here? Why did I come back to wrestling? Why did I come back to an industry infested with this bullshit, where you can get ahead as long as you've got a shit name to market? Why did I come back to a place where the Ice Man has the ten pounds of gold? Where a pack of shitheels in upper management still think their people oughta be scared of them?

DBV tilts his head backwards and lifts the microphone to match.

Danny Boy Vegas: I came back... for Society. I came back because this is where it ends, right fucking here, this is where all the bullshit ends. This is where the Ice Man ends, this is where Draco ends, this is where the Phoenix ends and where Archangel ends. This is where the fucking distinction between the backstage and the ring ends. This is where all that shit ends, right fucking here.

DBV leans into Ice Man, digging the bat into his ribs.

Danny Boy Vegas: You wanna show me you're worth something, Ice Man!? Take Society on! And when week after week, month after month, year after mother. fucking. year. you get taken down? Then you'll know. Then you'll know you're not worth shit now, you weren't worth shit then, and you'll never be worth shit.

DBV straightens up, taking a couple of steps backwards.

Danny Boy Vegas: People come in here and talk about new breeds and talk about the old guard. People come in here and talk about change and they talk about belts and they talk about who should be on top and they talk about this and they talk about that. Society ain't a fucking new breed. This shit is a riot. We don't need someone to tell you that we're good, we'll just come by every week and rip apart your heroes and you'll see that we're good. We're gonna make you watch us every week. We're gonna make you watch until people can tell you whatever they want about the Ice Man, but the only truth will be that he's the biggest fucking clown in the business, because they told you but we showed you.

DBV shakes his head.

Danny Boy Vegas: When I got into this, they told me wrestling was about realizing your dreams! Being a hero! The good guys beat the bad guys! That's what they said to me! And I fucking believed them! But there comes a time when things change. You want bad guys? You want villains? You want to boo somebody? Boo us! See if we give a shit. You think it stops us from stomping a hole through somebody's face? Is that what you think?

DBV stops for a second, looking out at the crowd. Their boos seem to wash over him. He doesn't even smile.

Danny Boy Vegas: You wanna know who the top dogs are? It's not the fucking Ice Man. It's not Phoenix. Not Dillon Bourne or Jin Royale. You wanna know? You really wanna know?

DBV leans on the top rope.

Danny Boy Vegas: We are.

He turns around and casts the mic over his shoulder, letting it sail into the crowd, likely striking somebody in the face. Society gets ready to exit up the ramp, but as they do shouting can be heard, and a large group of wrestlers come running down the entrance ramp. Fusion. Draco. Jin Royale. Jason Stone. Eliminator. Each sporting a chair as they hit the ringside air and an all out brawl erupts between these wrestlers and Society. Realizing this situation has gotten way out of hand, Silver Cyanide appears on stand with dozens of security guards and referees, attempting to restore order within the ring.

Caelan Tyler: This has just gotten completely out of hand!

Jake Steel: I am loving this!

Caelan Tyler: I bet you are Jake, I bet you are...

With all the chaos in the ring, the scene cuts backstage, where a limo has pulled into the parking lot. A stagehand sits outside, waiting anxiously for the limo to pull to a stop. Once it does, he opens the door, and out steps a rather thin looking individual, and some boos come out from the fans that recognize the bleach-blonde man.

Caelan Tyler: Wait a second, that's Piter Svoboda! What the hell is he doing here?!

Jake Steel: Svoboda? I thought he was dead.

Caelan Tyler: Nope!

After that man exits, a few second of nothing occurs before another, much larger man exits the limo. The crowd roars in approval as Jack Sullivan steps fully into the open, a pissed off look on his face.

Jack Sullivan: I think it's about time I re-took control of my company...

Without another word, Jack, Piter and the stagehand make their way into the arena as the scene cuts back to ringside, where security is dragging away the last of the brawling wrestlers.

Caelan Tyler: Holy shit! Jack's back! This is huge!

Jake Steel: I don't know how this night could get any better!

Caelan Tyler: We still got the two out of three falls match left Jake.

Jake Steel: The Phoenix? Losing? IT GETS BETTER WHOO!

Zach King: The following contest is scheduled for the best two out of three falls, and it is for the NLW Legacy Championship!

All of the lights in the arena go out, shrouding everything in pitch-blackness for a few moments. The opening strains of 'Unbreakable' by Fireflight start to play, and as the remaining instruments come into play, red strobe lights begin to flash from the entryway. As the vocals hit some twenty seconds later, a figure is seen rising from beneath the stage until eventually he stands at the same level as the stage itself. He remains still for a few moments until the refrain hits:

God, I want to dream again, take me where I've never been.
I wanna go there, this time I'm not scared.
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable;
No one can touch me, nothing can stop me....

Garbed in a red hooded jacket with the emblem of a phoenix rising from the ashes on the back of said jacket, he makes his way to the ring amidst a slightly mixed reaction as Zach King makes the introduction.

Zach King: Introducing first, the challenger. From the End of Nowhere... weighing 365 pounds... this is THE PHOENIX!

There is little wasted motion as Phoenix ascends the steps and enters the ring, immediately heading for his corner. The jacket comes off, revealing Phoenix in the same all-crimson outfit he's worn once before as he kneels facing the turnbuckles. A few moments later, he rises to his feet, his face the same mask of determination we've come to expect as he focuses on the entrance ramp, where his opponent will momentarily walk down.

Caelan Tyler: You have to wonder just how ready these two will be after that huge brawl that just occurred.

Jake Steel: Doesn't matter to me as long as Draco wins! The choking must continue!

The arena is quickly cast into a state of darkness. In the blackened arena an air raid siren sounds causing most of the fans to press their fingers against their ears in a failed attempt to block out of the. On either side of the entrance ramp two rotating red lights shine showing that the entrance way through a thick fog. Through the siren bullets can be heard, and then soon after it escalates to missiles and bombs going off. A guitar starts to play a rift and gun fire is seen crossing back and forth across the stage making it look like a war zone.

During the lyrics even more smoke and gun fire had filled the stage. A silhouette appeared in the center of it all. No features can be made out through the thick fog and smoke at the entrance way. The figure's head is bowed as the bullets continue to whiz by his head getting closer and closer.

The music continues and the screen above the entrance way comes to life with what looks to be a piece of glass. The glass cracks and spider webs, but doesn't break. The cracks spell out the next lyric that the singer belts out.

Moving forward through the fog and all its hazards, the figure slowly lifts his head. The figure can be seen with a hooded sleeveless black T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. His chest is bare and gives us the clue to his identity. The sickening pale white scars spelling out no hope mark him as 'The Hellacious One' Draco. The Legacy Champion walks through the fog managing to avoid harm from the gun fire trading back and forth.

Making his way through the war zone that was the entranceway without a scratch, Draco climbs into the ring with the Legacy Title draped over his shoulder. He throws his head up tossing the hood off to reveal his face. The fans cheer as he holds his title above his head. He takes off his hooded shirt and tosses it into the crowd and tosses the Legacy Title outside the ring to the time keeper. Draco leans against the rings ready for the match.

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

Caelan Tyler: This is going to be an awesome bout, as these two have met in the ring several times in the past, starting first on Uprising 008, where Draco captured the Legacy Championship by defeating The Phoenix.

Jake Steel: And that's when he became the King of Choke.

Caelan Tyler: *sighs*

The bell rings, and the two men stare each other down, the anguish and bad blood these two have developed for each other quite evident. It becomes almost a staring contest, never man wanting to blink in fear of missing the other's first move. In one of his trademark rash decisions, Draco lunges forward, throwing a right at The Phoenix that is easily caught for an arm drag. Phoenix attempts to throw on an armbar, but Draco is able to snake himself free of such an attempt. Draco glares at Phoenix as Phoenix holds up his thumb and pointer fingers, showing that he was this close to getting that armbar on Draco.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like Phoenix is trying to psyche out the Legacy champion here Jake.

Jake Steel: Good luck there, Draco's made a career out of mind games like that.

Caelan Tyler: Well I think if you're going to manage to pull it off tonight would be the night.

The two men lock up in the center of the ring, With Phoenix quickly using his size to his advantage in shoving Draco into a corner. Breaking the tie-up, Phoenix drives his knee into Draco's mid-section, attempting to drive the air out of the champion's lungs. Phoenix goes for another knee before nailing Draco with a back elbow. Wrapping his arm around Draco, Phoenix pulls him up and over, taking his down with a side headlock takedown and keeping it held, applying pressure on Draco's neck. Draco struggles for a moment before digging his elbow into Phoenix's side, forcing the big man to release the hold. Once Phoenix lets go both men quickly get to their feet, with Draco quickly nailing Phoenix across the back with a hammering blow.

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix in control early there, but Draco managed to free himself and it looks like he's going to start working Phoenix's back, no doubt for the 'When All Else Fails' submission hold that he used to defeat Phoenix the first go around.

Jake Steel: Whatever it takes Draco, get it done!

Caelan Tyler: It should also be noted that Legacy rules are in effect, so a disqualification or count out does count as a fall, and you only get three rope breaks for the whole match, not just for each fall.

Jake Steel: Really? Holy shit.

Caelan Tyler: Yeah.

With Phoenix doubled over from the hammering blow Draco quickly hits a neckbreaker to put some momentum on his side. That is followed up with a knee drop, and Draco goes for a pin attempt:

1...

No, Phoenix gets his shoulder up with ease. Unable to steal one this quickly, Draco delivers some mounted punches to Phoenix before flipping him over, grabbing Phoenix's legs and going for a Bost... Err, New York crab.

Caelan Tyler: Boston crab by Draco!

Jake Steel: New York crab Cael.

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: Get it right man.

Caelan Tyler: But I did have it right...

Jake Steel: Sure you did... Just keep thinking that.

With the hold slapped on, Draco rocks back, attempting to apply as much pressure as possible onto Phoenix's spine. Phoenix yells out in pain, but when the referee goes to see if he taps Phoenix just shakes his head no and continues to struggle. Draco again rocks back, continuing the assault as Phoenix reaches out, trying desperately to grasp that bottom rope. Draco tries to rock back once more, but he's off balance just long enough for Phoenix to pull himself forward, grabbing the bottom rope. The referee immediately tells Draco to break the hold, but Draco refuses, forcing the referee to start counting. Once the referee hits four, however, Draco lets go, not wanting to get himself disqualified.

Caelan Tyler: Close call for Phoenix there, but he managed to get the bottom rope just in time.

Jake Steel: The damage is done though, this is the beginning of the end!

Caelan Tyler: I'm doubting that this match is going to end so quickly.

Jake Steel: You would.

Undaunted, Draco begins to put the boots to Phoenix, and as Phoenix pulls himself up with the ropes Draco leaps up, drilling Phoenix in the back with a dropkick that knocks Phoenix forward, draping him over the middle rope. Draco charges to the other side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes and throwing himself into Phoenix's back and neck, crushing the big man between him and the ropes. Phoenix falls backwards onto the mat as Draco quickly ascends the turnbuckle, leaping off and driving his elbow onto Phoenix's chest. Draco quickly makes the cover:

1...

2...

No! Phoenix with the shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Another pin attempt by Draco, but Phoenix is able to get the shoulder up.

Jake Steel: Come on Phoenix, it's been a long night, we're all tired, just let him pin you twice already so we can go home.

Caelan Tyler: I somehow doubt he has any concern over your physical state Jake.

Jake Steel: Well of course not, why would he when he is his own state.

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: Texas.

Caelan Tyler: ...Ugh...

Pulling Phoenix up, Draco nails him with a European uppercut, staggering the challenger. Draco winds up, going for a second one, but as he throws it Phoenix moves into action, grabbing the arm and dragging him down, quickly throwing him into a cross armbar! Draco yells out in pain as the hold is applied, but quickly grabs the nearby ropes, breaking it. Phoenix stands up, pulling the champ up with him as he wraps his arm around Draco's waist and lifts him up, slamming him down with a back suplex! Phoenix then grabs Draco's leg, kicking him in the thigh before flipping the smaller man over and slamming his knee into the mat. Pulling Draco over, Phoenix drapes Draco's leg on the middle rope before he stands on the bottom rope and bounces up, driving his weight into Draco's leg.

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix getting himself back into this by working over Draco's leg for the Blaze of Glory.

Jake Steel: Come on, that won't work on a veteran like Draco, just give it up Phoenix!

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix has made several people tap with that move Jake, including NLW Champion The Ice Man.

Jake Steel: Psh, details details...

Pulling Draco to his feet, Phoenix again positions him for a back suplex, but he instead grabs Draco's leg and extends it before dropping forward, driving the leg into his knee. After a few quick boots to Draco, Phoenix drags him to the middle of the ring, quickly hook him and slamming him to the mat with a fisherman's suplex, which he bridges for the pin:

1...

2...

No, Draco manages to get his foot on the ropes!

Caelan Tyler: High impact suplex there by Phoenix, no doubt starting to wear down the champ some.

Jake Steel: No way!

Caelan Tyler: What makes you say that Jake?

Jake Steel: He's indestructible now.

Caelan Tyler: What makes you say that?

Jake Steel: His theme song. Don't you pay attention?

Caelan Tyler: Sometimes I truly wish I didn't...

Supposed indestructibility or not, Draco is looking a bit worse for wear as Phoenix drags him to his feet. Phoenix looks to hook Draco for another suplex, but an elbow cuts him off, and the two men start to trade blows before Phoenix whips Draco into the turnbuckle. Phoenix goes for a clothesline, but Draco ducks under it and Phoenix stops himself as he reaches the ropes. Draco, however, continues to move, and launches himself like a missile at the challenger, slamming into Phoenix and knocking him out of the ring with a massive sick kick! Draco takes a moment to catch his breath as the referee starts to count.

Caelan Tyler: Huge move by Draco, which could potentially lead to Phoenix being counted out!

Jake Steel: Yes! Stay at ringside you tubby bastard you!

Caelan Tyler: It'll take more than your words to keep him down Jake.

Jake Steel: Sticks and stones make break his bones, but words make fat guys cry.

Caelan Tyler: ...That doesn't even make sense Jake.

Jake Steel: It doesn't have to, Phoenix will be too busy choking to notice!

1! Phoenix landed on the mat hard, and Draco continues to catch his breath inside the ring. 2! Phoenix starts to move, and Draco climbs through the ropes, standing on the ring apron. 3! Phoenix slowly pulls himself up, using the barricade as support. Draco watches intently, waiting for just the right moment to strike. 4! Phoenix pulls himself to his feet, and Draco now chooses to act, bouncing off the ropes into the air with a beautiful asai moonsault that sends him crashing into The Phoenix, knocking both down to the floor. 5! Neither man is stirring as the count continues, the crowd cheering.

Caelan Tyler: That move could've potentially taken both men out.

Jake Steel: No! Get up quickly Draco!

6! Draco starts to stir, but Phoenix still looks completely out of it. 7! Draco's pulled himself up and is leaning against the apron. Phoenix is now also starting to stir. 8! Draco kicks Phoenix a few times, but Phoenix grabs his leg. 9! Draco tries to free himself, but Phoenix hold on, not letting the champion move. 10! The referee motions towards the timekeeper and Zach King as the bell rings.

Jake Steel: What just happened?

Caelan Tyler: I'd think this is a double count out.

Jake Steel: Well how in the hell does that work?

Caelan Tyler: I'd assume we're about to find out.

Zach King: As result of a double count out, both men will be awarded a fall!

Jake Steel: WHAT?!?

Caelan Tyler: This is huge!

Jake Steel: That's not fair at all!

Caelan Tyler: Who cares what you think Jake/

Jake Steel: I do! I care!

Both men are still a bit out of it as they enter the ring, the referee forcing both back into their neutral corners before restarting the match. The bell rings again, and both men make their way to the center of the ring, trading blows. Phoenix is able to cut Draco off with a kneelift, and hook Draco's head, lifting him up and bringing him down with a vertical suplex. With Draco on the mat, Phoenix quickly moves to apply the Blaze of Glory! Draco quickly yells out in pain, but before Phoenix is able to apply the leg scissor Draco is able to drag himself to the ropes, forcing Phoenix to release the hold.

Caelan Tyler: Draco managed to save himself from the Blaze of Glory there, but he used up the last of his rope breaks to do so.

Jake Steel: He won't need them. After all, this is The Phoenix. Draco's still got this covered.

Caelan Tyler: If you say so...

Shaking his head in frustration, Phoenix pulls Draco to his feet, quickly lifting him up into a fireman's carry, no doubt looking to hit Immolation. Draco manages to wiggle free of Phoenix's grasp, and quickly drills the big man with a superkick! Thinking quickly, Draco hooks his legs for a sharpshooter, looking to end this with his patented finisher. Just as he had done to Phoenix, however, Phoenix returns the favor, grabbing the bottom rope before Draco can finish locking in the hold. Shaking his head in frustration, Draco drags phoenix back to the center of the ring and again goes for the hold, but again Phoenix is able to squirm to the ropes before he can lock it in.

Caelan Tyler: Twice there Draco tried to finish Phoenix off with the When All Else Fails, but Phoenix was able to use the last of his rope breaks to get out of it.

Jake Steel: Now's the time Draco, finish him!

Pulling Phoenix to his feet, Draco goes for another superkick, but this time Phoenix ducks under. Before Draco can turn around, Phoenix grabs him and applies a rear naked choke, dragging Draco down to the mat. Quickly locking in a body scissor, Phoenix applies pressure as Draco struggles to try to free himself. Draco attempts to elbow Phoenix, but is unable to get a good enough range of motion to hit him, and his strength begins to fade. The referee grabs his arm and lifts it, letting it go. The referee watches as the arm falls limp to his side. Phoenix continues to apply pressure as again the referee tries this test and again Draco's arm falls limp. Phoenix pulls back, applying as much force as he possibly can on the champ as the referee tries a third time and Draco is unable to answer. The referee calls for the bell, and the fans erupt in cheers as Phoenix releases Draco, who falls to the mat unconscious.

Zach King: The winner and NEW NLW Legacy Champion... THE PHOENIX!

Jake Steel: NO! This is all just a bad dream! This can't possible be happening!

Caelan Tyler: Oh, but it is Jake, The 'King of Choke' just choked out the Legacy champion!

Jake Steel: ...There's no God. That must be it.

Caelan Tyler: Whatever Jake...

The referee hands the Legacy title over to Phoenix, who holds it up proudly for all to see.

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