'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, and the scene flashes back to last Uprising, where Roxy Erikson and Ethan Dashery managed to parlay a miscommunication between the two of them into a victory over Corbin Damari and Okuma while in the main event, Ray Lopes won the NLW Legacy Championship after Josh Allen attacked Nick James. The scene cuts to ringside, with Caelan Tyler and the returning Jake Steel.

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome to another exciting edition of Uprising! With me today after his, um, 'vacation' last show is 'The Real Deal' Jake Steel!

Jake Steel: Vacation my ass, your pal Josh Allen totally took a cheap shot on me!

Caelan Tyler: Oh yeah, like you've never taken a cheap shot on anyone in your like Jake.

Jake Steel: I haven't!

Caelan Tyler: You can't even make it out of the opening segment of the show without lying!

Jake Steel: I am not lying. I have never taken a cheap shot or liberty on anyone in my life.

Caelan Tyler: Liar.

Jake Steel: I am not lying!

Caelan Tyler: Yes you are.

'Ready Or Not' by The Fugees starts to play as Corey Ashton makes his way to the ring, the fans that recognize him booing him for his past exploits.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... From Seattle, Washington... Weighing in at 224 pounds... COREY ASHTON!

Caelan Tyler: Corey Ashton is an experienced wrestler, part of the renowned Ashton family of grapplers, although Corey is the first of them to ever step into a NLW ring.

Jake Steel: How come I've never seen him wrestle?

Caelan Tyler: Because you apparently never watch wrestling.

The arena lights shift to differing shades of red, as spotlights focus on at the top of the entrance ramp, while 'Debonaire' by Dope begins playing. As the heavier guitars come in, Ethan Dashery steps onto the stage, holding his hands in the air, as if gesturing for the whole world to check him out. He's got a neck brace on, but doesn't seem to be calling any real attention to it.

He saunters down the entrance ramp, sneering at the audience and trading insults with nearby fans. Reaching the ringside area, he charges onto the ring apron near one of the corners, before vaulting over the top rope and into the ring, landing on the adjacent second rope, where he takes a few final pot shots at the fans, and spits at them, before hopping off the ropes. The music fades and the lights return to normal, as Dashery removes the neck brace before he leans cockily in his corner, waiting for the match to start.

Zach King: And his opponent... From Warwick, Rhode Island... Weighing in at 195 pounds... ETHAN DASHERY!

Caelan Tyler: Dashery has been on a bit of a 'roll' as of late, if you can call it that.

Jake Steel: He beat Josh Allen and then Okuma and Damari.

Caelan Tyler: Yeah, by confusion and cheap tactics both times.

The bell rings, and Ashton smirks as he looks at Dashery, his arms at his side and standing as casually as you would talking to someone at a bar. Dashery glances back, looking confused for a moment before trying to take the offensive by rushing at the cagey veteran. Much to Dashery's chagrin, Ashton sidesteps the charge, swinging his hand up and slapping Dashery hard on the back of the neck. An audible chuckle comes from the crowd as Dashery stares at them, his face turning read with anger once he realizes that Ashton did that to embarrass him. Dashery then stomps his foot on the mat and turns around to charge Ashton again. This time, Ashton hip tosses the overly zealous Dashery into a seated position before reaching back and WHAP! Another hard slap to the neck, this one sending Dashery scrambling across the mat to the ropes, holding the back of his neck.

Jake Steel: Slap of DISRESPECT~!

Caelan Tyler: Disrespect is right, wow. It'll be interesting to see how Dashery handles that.

Grimacing to himself, Dashery gets back up, holding his arms up as if to go for a collar and elbow tie-up. Corey obliges, locking up with Dashery and looking as if he'd gain the quick upper hand before Dashery hits him with a kneelift to break the tie-up, followed by a sudden European uppercut that staggers the debuting veteran. Seeing that as his opening, Dashery whips Ashton to the ropes, leaping up for a dropkick as he bounces back. The rebound never happens, however, as Ashton grabs the ropes to stop his momentum, causing Dashery to fall flat on his back as the jeers of the crowd gets louder. Dashery glares at the fans before slamming his fist down against the mat and turning his attention back to Ashton.

Caelan Tyler: It's almost as if Ashton is just toying with Dashery here.

Jake Steel: No, not almost. That is exactly what he's doing Cael.

Caelan Tyler: Very odd.

Jake Steel: Absolutely hilarious though!

Getting back to his feet, Dashery is cut off by a forearm smash by Ashton, who follows it up by grabbing Ethan's arm and twisting it back into a hammerlock. Dashery swings his arm back to try to elbow Corey, but the veteran shows he knows what he's doing by ducking under the elbow and releasing the hold. Momentum takes over as Dashery spins around, and Ashton quickly grabs him around the midsection and hits a
belly to belly suplex, covering for the first pin attempt of the match:

1...

2...

No, kickout!

Caelan Tyler: That's the more serious attitude I'd expect out of a professional like Corey Ashton.

Jake Steel: Aww man, I was enjoying the goofing off.

Yanking Dashery to his feet, Corey attempts to position him for a northern lights suplex before Dashery grabs his head and pulls him down into a small package:

1...

2...

No, Ashton managed to get free! Seeking to capitalize on catching the veteran off-guard, Dashery tries for a seated dropkick, this time succeeding in putting Ashton to the mat. In a flash he plants a kneedrop to the skull before going for another pin:

1...

2...

No, got the shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Dashery showing some of that opportunistic offense he uses.

Jake Steel: Hey man, you call it opportunistic, I call it getting the job done.

Ashton starts to get back to his feet, with Dashery greeting him with a bionic elbow across the top of his head before slapping Corey on the back of the neck, yelling 'how do you like it' immediately after. Dashery then hits the ropes, bounces back and catching Ashton with a flying forearm, sending him back to the mat. Looking to inflict more damage, Dashery pulls Ashton into the corner, leaning him up against the turnbuckles and stomping him in the chest. Dashery then grabs the top rope and climbs to the second rope, bouncing up a couple of times before jumping off, holding onto the top rope and
allowing the momentum to swing him, driving both his feet into Ashton's chest. He does this a second time before resorting to choking Ashton by putting a foot across his throat. The ref gives him a five count, and he breaks it at four, drawing more boos from the crowd.

Caelan Tyler: Dashery is really laying in with those boots, no doubt looking to get some payback from the disrespect he was shown earlier by the veteran.

Jake Steel: He's going to need to learn to develop thicker skin than that to get by in this business.

Caelan Tyler: Somehow I kinda doubt that he will.

Taunting the crowd, Dashery yells out 'watch this' before charging the corner, lunging forward with a knee. Ashton sees it coming though and manages to roll out of the ring to safety, causing Dashery to slam his knee into the turnbuckle. Ashton immediately slips back into the ring, grabbing Dashery and delivering a german suplex that he holds for a pin attempt:

1...

2...

No, he manages to get a shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Looks like Dashery went to the well once too often...

Undaunted, Ashton pulls Dashery up to a seated position before applying a rear chinlock, clearly looking to cause more discomfort and damage to Dashery's greatly overexaggerated devastated neck. Dashery manages to kick out with his leg, catching the bottom rope and forcing Ashton to release the hold. As he does so Dashery catches him with a cheap shot to the side before turning around and raking Corey's eyes. Dashery follows that up by bouncing off of the ropes and catching Ashton with a body block. Dashery kicks him in the midsection, taunting him after each stomp.

Caelan Tyler: Dashery's getting more fired up here.

Jake Steel: He needs to if he's going to pull out a win here.

Stomping the mat, Dashery motions for Ashton to stand up, looking to hit his Shadow Kick. Ashton stands up, and Dashery springs forward at his opponent. Ashton ducks under it, and Dashery smiles, knowing he'll catch him with the rebound. Much to his chagrin, Ashton ducks that as well, leaving Dashery completely caught off-guard. Corey grabs him with a waistlock, lifting him into the air, but Dashery is able to counter with a victory roll:

1...

2...

Dashery grabs the tights...

3!

Caelan Tyler: He did it again!

Jake Steel: He's like a freakin' magician!

Dashery quickly rolls out of the ring, holding his arm up in victory! Ashton glares at him once he realizes that he's the second veteran to fall victim to a Dashery quick roll-up.

Zach King: Here is your winner... ETHAN DASHERY!

Caelan Tyler: That was a very unexpected and quick ending to a match that I could've sworn was just getting started!

Jake Steel: When you're hot you're hot, and right now Dashery is hot.

Caelan Tyler: Let's see if he can parlay that streak into a title shot though.

Josh Allen: Hey, Eriq, I have a new idea for you. You're going to love it!

Josh Allen bolted down the hallway and slung Eriq Mobely's office door open. It rocked back against the wall, startling Eriq.

Eriq Mobely: Jesus, Allen! We've got to get this knocking thing down. I don't have time for your bullshit today.

Josh Allen: But you'll love this one. The people loved me last week when I was at the commentators' table. Look at the ratings jump!

Allen tossed a piece of paper on the desk and pointed to a particular line.

Josh Allen: With Jake out and me in, ratings were a huge fucking hit. So that brings me to my next idea...

Eriq raised an eyebrow, not amused.

Josh Allen: Hell, give him a severance package or whatever, and then stick me there. We retire the NLW Championship with me as its final holder. You're not going to find someone better, Eriq. This roster isn't cut out. There's not a single other person here who could win this title in a fair fight.

Eriq Mobely: Since when were you ever in a fair fight?

Josh Allen: Look, the ratings speak for themselves. No matter where I go, I gain attention. You could hand me a fucking mop and have the camera guy follow me around backstage cleaning up the piss from the bathroom floor, and I'd rate higher than anyone else on your roster. I've proved it.

Eriq Mobely: Josh as a janitor? There's an idea I actually could wrap my head around...

Josh Allen: Ray Lopes is another instance. Give the guy a title match, and ratings flop. Put Josh Allen in the picture, and look what happened. I made the match the main event. I wasn't the main event without me in the picture. Hell, Ray only won the belt because I made it happen.

Eriq sighed and pushed his seat back. His face had grown a deep red. He began to speak, but the door swung open and in walked the new NLW Legacy Champion, Ray Lopes. Josh quickly stood. There was a silence as both champions held their positions.

Eriq Mobely: Gentlemen...

Allen put a hand up and pointed it back at Eriq, shushing him.

Josh Allen: The big boys are playing here, Mobely. Stay out of it. I like your title, Ray.

Lopes grinned, not bothered. He pointed at Josh's world title.

Ray Lopes: And I like yours. In fact, I'm thinking about just taking it. Bet it would look just as nice on my shoulder as this one does.

Josh Allen: Ah, come on now. I know you have a belt now, but seriously, you think you earned it?

Ray Lopes: You know you have an issue with perception. Everyone who works here knows I didn't need you to interfere. You just ended the match a little quicker than I was going to do it.

Allen chuckled.

Josh Allen: That's not what I heard. I talked to the ref after the match and he said you were pretty damn tired. He would have put money on Nick James, he said. Matter of fact, I talked to most other guys backstage and they felt the same way.

Lopes grunted. Allen was trying his best.

Ray lopes: You have a big mouth for such a little guy.

Eriq Mobely threw himself around his desk and tried to interject, but he accidentally shoved Josh Allen, knocking him into Lopes. The two began to trade blows in the office.

Eriq Mobely: GUYS! OUT! Take it outside!

Allen tried to shove Lopes off, but the Legacy champ moved around and quickly locked Allen in a camel clutch. Allen kicked his legs, trying to free himself, and finally found leverage on the edge of Mobely's desk. He pushed his weight backward, and the force and weight of both men sent them through Mobely's wall, out into the hallway in a pile of dust and sheetrock.

Passersby scurried away from the scene. Both men tried to catch their breaths and stand. Allen, his face covered in white dust from the wall, coughed and stood. He stepped over Lopes and slowly walked away.

Josh Allen: Yeah, that's what I thought...

Lopes pulled himself up and dusted himself off. He squeezed through the hole in the wall to enter Mobely's office again. Eriq was pissed. Lopes looked around, shaking his head. Eriq motioned toward the large hole.

Eriq Mobely: I guess privacy is out for the evening. Come back here when your match is over, I need to talk to you.

Jake Steel: Oh that is some bull...

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: Josh Allen couldn't hold my jock when it comes to rocking this mic.

Caelan Tyler: ...Riiiiiight...

The soft piano in Pennywise's 'Unknown Road' begins to play melodically throughout the arena. The calming melody almost soothing to the crowd, roars of cheers or jeers are contained to solitary shouts from random attendants rather than the group as a whole. A few moments pass, and Corbin Damari emerges from the back with a domineering presence, but not one of hostility or pride - merely the subtle resolve of determination. Without losing stride, he glances out over the arena inquisitively before giving a satisfactory nod. Upon reaching the ring, he uses the stairs to guide his way into the squared circle. The melody of 'Unknown Road' still ringing through the arena, keeping the crowd at bay. A few more moments pass which seem to last a life time, before the melody begins to drift off. Corbin merely stands in his corner, head bowed, pacing, in some what of a pre-match meditation. Once the music has finally faded out, his head raises, determination radiates from his eyes as the sound of the bell is awaited in quiet contemplation.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... From New York City, New York... weighing in at 215 pounds... CORBIN DAMARI!

Caelan Tyler: Damari is no doubt going to be looking to get himself back on track here after what happened last Uprising in that tag match.

Jake Steel: What? He wasn't smart and lost to someone that was.

Caelan Tyler: Don't you think that's oversimplifying events a bit?

Jake Steel: Nope.

'Mad Mann' by Sean Price blasts throughout the arena as most of the fans rise up to their feet and begin cheering for Ray Lopes, as he makes his way down the ramp, the NLW Legacy Championship now strapped around his waist. He gives a pound to a fan or two along the way and then slides inside the ring.

Zach King: And his opponent... From Los Angeles, California... Weighing in at 225 pounds... He is the NLW Legacy Champion... RAY LOPES!

Caelan Tyler: Ray Lopes, on the other hand, has been on an undeniable roll of dominance since joining NLW, winning the Legacy Championship and not losing a single match since he signed with the company.

Jake Steel: And he hands out the abuse, so he's hard to root against.

Caelan Tyler: The real question is whether or not that altercation with Allen will have any effect on him.

Josh Allen: I'm betting no.

The referee motions for the bell and the action starts off with a bang as Ray Lopes roars out of his corner, flattening Corbin Damari with a clothesline! Damari's quickly back to his feet, and Lopes slams him to the mat with yet another one! Lopes goes for the three-peat, but Damari ducks it, charging to the ropes himself and dropping Lopes to the mat instead with a clothesline!

Caelan Tyler: What a back and forth to start this match, and no time wasted at all!

Jake Steel: Seriously, this fed is full of guys who do the whole 'circle and grapple' deal to start matches. What a breath of fresh air here.

Caelan Tyler: Ah, blame the writersbookers--whoops!

Jake Steel: Uh, back to the clotheslines!

With Ray Lopes quickly getting back to his feet, Corbin Damari goes to slow down the pace, clamping a side headlock on the fan favorite. The hold only lasts a moment, before Lopes begins loosening the grip with a few elbows driven into Damari's ribs. Lopes tosses Damari off, flinging him to the ropes. Lopes runs to the opposite ropes...and a clothesline from each man to the other flips them both end-over-end in the middle of the ring!

Caelan Tyler: When you said 'back to the clotheslines,' Jake, I take it you didn't mean it literally?

Jake Steel: Dear god, no. Clothesline were okay at first, but come on now, I'm starting to miss the grapple and tie up...

Caelan Tyler: I never thought you'd say that.

The referee begins the ten count, but both men are up relatively quickly, around the two count. Lopes again goes on the offense, charging at Damari, but Corbin counters by dropping fast and yanking the top rope down with him, sending Lopes flying over the top rope! He lands outside, pretty decently on his feet as well, but finally drops to the floor when Damari comes crashing down overhead with a vaulting cross body splash!

Caelan Tyler: Damari going high risk, and it looks like it pays off!

Jake Steel: They're pretty evenly matched, I think this'll be decided by the first one to crack a steel chair over the other's head.

Caelan Tyler: Jake, that's how you've suggested elections be decided, as well.

Jake Steel: I stand by my previous statements.

Caelan Tyler: And parent-teenager disputes?

Jake Steel: Chairs, Cael, chairs.

Corbin Damari looks to take advantage of the stunned Lopes, but as soon as he gets Lopes to his feet, Ray stuns him with a brutal uppercut to his jaw! That rears Corbin back, and then Lopes hunches him with a fierce boot to the gut. From that position, Ray Lopes grabs him by the shoulders and head and manhandles him, tossing him into the guardrail! Damari crashes into it sideways, and slumps to the mat, his face contorted with pain!

Caelan Tyler: Both of these men are versatile competitors, but in moments like this we can see that Lopes is a little stronger in the strength area, while Damari is better in the air.

Jake Steel: The steel chair is the great neutralizer, Cael. Strength...air...technique...it's all irrelevant in the face of steel.

Caelan Tyler: Is your fetish based on your name, or your name based on your fetish?

Jake Steel: Hey! Momma Steel wouldn't take kindly to you making such suggestions!

Ray Lopes lets Damari fight his way to his feet painfully, before smashing his forearm into the small of Damari's back! Lopes grabs him by an arm, yanking him to his feet, before pulverizing him with a shortarm clothesline! Jake Steel: God, make it stop with the clotheslines!

Lopes holds onto the arm, though, yanking Damari back up for another shortarm clothesline! With all of his weight, Lopes shifts and whips Damari by the same arm right into the ring apron, back first! Lopes quickly tosses Damari into the ring and covers him.

1...

2...

Kickout! Corbin Damari gets a shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: I'm sure this isn't a great surprise to you, Jake, but it looks like a clothesline won't finish this match just yet.

Jake Steel: Give it time. Half of our roster wrestles like they do just to spite me.

Caelan Tyler: I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Jake...but you just aren't that big a deal.

Jake Steel: Tell that to Josh Allen! I'm apparently a big deal to that misogynist jackass to try to get rid of!

Caelan Tyler: I don't think that word means what you think it means.

Ray Lopes seems unfazed by Damari's kickout, and shoves him roughly to a seated position. He holds his hands up to the crowd for silence, before delivering a kick to Damari's spine that echoes throughout the arena like a gunshot! Another call for silence...and another devastating kick! Lopes gestures a final time, before bouncing to the ropes nearby, and completing the set with a low dropkick right to the back of Damari's head! Corbin slumps to the mat in pain, as Lopes hooks a leg for the cover!

1...

2...

Kickout! Lopes shakes his head, but looks determined nonetheless. He yanks Damari back to his feet, this time lifting him up for a slam, before dropping him into position for a tombstone piledriver! The audience begins getting loud for what could be an end maneuver, but Corbin Damari jerks back and then throws his weight down hard, flipping Lopes to the mat with a headscissor takedown! Damari's still slow to his feet, and Lopes beats him to the punch, looking to put him away! Damari ducks a fierce punch, before sliding out of the ring and staggering to the guardrail to catch a breather.

Caelan Tyler: Ray Lopes doesn't look like he's just going to wait in the ring, not after Corbin Damari shifted the momentum away from him.

Jake Steel: Can you blame him? Unleash the ABUSE~!

Sure enough, Lopes slides right out of the ring, and Damari just barely dodges a fierce kick that almost moves the guardrail! Damari circles the ring in a panic, with Lopes right behind him! Damari slides back into the ring, and Lopes charges in as well, only to get stomped down by Damari, who quickly turns on the breaks!

Jake Steel: I don't know what to think of Damari quite yet, but I can appreciate the oldy-but-goody 'chase me around the ring and when you chase me in I stomp the hell out of you.'

Caelan Tyler: Wow, that was pretty up to spec, Jake, are you sure we can't make a play-by-play guy out of you yet?

Jake Steel: Nah, I could handle the mike just fine, but the teabagging is too much for me.

Caelan Tyler: I figured...hey, wait a sec...

Corbin Damari finally appears to have seized a bit of momentum, having significantly slowed down Ray Lopes with the barrage of stomps. Damari helps Lopes to his knees, before grabbing one of his arms and slowly cranking it around to an armbar. Corbin drives a hard knee strike into Lopes' ribs, and then another, and another! He releases the armbar, only to shift his grip, clamping Lopes with a half-nelson, and dropping them both to the mat as he clinches the hold with a legscissor around Lopes' waist! Lopes howls in pain, trapped with the submission hold in the middle of the ring!

Caelan Tyler: What a reversal now, with Ray Lopes in serious trouble thanks to a submission from Corbin Damari!

Jake Steel: I never thought I'd have longed for the days of clotheslines again...

Caelan Tyler: Or even grapples?

Jake Steel: Even grapples. They go somewhere. Submissions...just don't.

Lopes doesn't seem to even consider tapping out, though, instead writhing on the mat, first seeming in futility thanks to Damari's grip, but it soon becomes apparent that he's slowly, painfully making his way to the ropes on one side. The crowd cheers louder and louder with each inch he advances, finally getting to their feet when he finally grabs onto the bottom rope defiantly! The referee warns Damari off, but Corbin doesn't give Lopes any breathing room as he immediately returns to the stomping routine that got him the advantage in the first place! After a few stomps he changes the routine, bouncing off of the second rope and coming down hard on Lopes' chest with a double knee drop! Corbin wraps one of Lopes' arms around his face and pulling back, while Damari sits on the middle of his back. With his free hand, Damari grabs one of Lopes' legs, completing the maneuver as a modified half-crab with a crossface clutch!

Caelan Tyler: Would you take a look at that?! I don't even have a name for that!

Jake Steel: Gabby McCan'tshutthehellup doesn't have a name for something? Come on, Cael, call it what it is: BORING! It doesn't matter how many limbs someone wraps in whatever directions, it's damn boring!

Caelan Tyler: Why don't you just watch MMA if you're going to be an uncultured douche about it?

Jake Steel: Yeah, because MMA fans are the losers while wrestling fans are the paradigm of culture and civilization.

Caelan Tyler: Bite my ass, Jake. You wouldn't know a paradigm if it...wait, did you really just say paradigm?

Jake Steel: So what if I did? Isn't it one of those Foxworthy words? Twenty cents or something?

Caelan Tyler: If stupid were contagious, I'd be brain dead.

While technically impressive, Lopes immediately begins shaking Damari's grip, first by slipping his own arm over his head, thus taking the pressure off of his upper half. Without a real strength advantage, the maneuver quickly slips away, Damari releasing the hold before Lopes can escape or counter it on his own. Damari goes for a stomp, but Lopes rolls quickly on the mat, dodging the first stomp, and then grabbing the second, clearly expecting it, and using his legs to trip Damari's other leg out from under him! With them both on the mat, Lopes scrambles atop Damari, assuming a mount position, and begins to pummel him with fierce blows! Damari blocks a few of the first punches, but they begin coming through, and Corbin starts to get rocked by shot after shot to his face and jaw! He finally makes it to the ropes, but much to the celebration of the crowd, Lopes simply drags him right back into the middle of the ring and throws a leg drop across his neck! He rolls him over quickly and goes for a cover!

1...

Kickout! Damari's quick to his feet, but looks like he's still suffering from Lopes' barrage of punches just a moment ago! Lopes is up...and flattens Damari to the mat with a spinebuster!

Caelan Tyler: We're watching Ray Lopes turn things around now, and if he gets on a roll like earlier in the match, this could be the end of things!

Jake Steel: Mercifully, let it be so. This match has been eighteen clotheslines, four submissions, and a grapple too long.

Caelan Tyler: Come on now, Jake, we haven't had a clothesline for a few now.

Lopes drags Damari to his feet, and positions him for a back drop driver. Damari is thrown into the air, but he catches himself, landing on his feet on the other side of Lopes! Ray gets to his feet, and catches a kick to the gut from Damari, and is then tossed to the mat as Corbin Damari throws him with a gutwrench suplex! Damari quickly makes for the top rope, but Ray Lopes isn't far behind him, and catches him on the second rope, driving his forearm over and over into Damari's back! Damari's rise is halted, but Lopes shoves him onto the top rope, before climbing onto the second turnbuckle himself, and maneuvering Corbin to sit atop his shoulders! He stands up tall and faces into the ring, the audience going wild as he leaps forward in a sitdown position, blasting Damari to the mat with a second rope electric chair drop! Damari looks like he's out as Lopes goes for the cover!

1...

2...

...kickout!

Caelan Tyler: Corbin Damari gets a shoulder up! Somehow, someway!

Jake Steel: Dude, just stay down. At a certain point, they just don't pay you enough.

Caelan Tyler: I think a high-end electric chair drop is well past 'a certain point.' But Damari just isn't done yet!

Ray Lopes double-checks with the referee in disbelief, before covering Damari again, this time hooking the leg.

1...

2...

Kickout! Now Lopes doesn't look in as much disbelief as he does determined. He stands, towering over Damari, who slowly rolls over, then gets to his knees, and then to his feet, only to be kicked in the gut by Lopes, who locks him in a standing headscissor. He motions to the crowd, before lifting Damari up, way up, for a crucifix powerbomb! Damari slips out of his grip and falls down his back! He catches Lopes head on the way down, and snaps him to the mat as he falls with a neckbreaker! Both men are down!

Caelan Tyler: Somehow that doesn't surprise me at all! If this were a boxing match, Lopes would be the favorite, but it looks like Damari is just not going to go down for the KO!

Jake Steel: But it's not a boxing match.

Caelan Tyler: Excellent observation.

Jake Steel: Hell, they aren't even supposed to punch with a closed fist, are they?

Caelan Tyler: No, not really.

Jake Steel: Man, when are they going to enforce that?

Caelan Tyler: Umm...when convenient?

Jake Steel: Whatever the hell that means.

Both men are slow to their feet, as they make their way to opposite corners, where they use the turnbuckles to get to their feet. In almost identical motions, they charge toward each other! Lopes throws a clothesline...

Jake Steel: For all that is HOLY...

...but Corbin Damari ducks it, and clamps on The Milieu, his trademark sleeper hold!

Jake Steel: ...FOR REAL?! AAAAAGGGGHHH!!!

Caelan Tyler: You have no respect for good wrestling, Jake! What a counter, this could be the end!

Damari has the hold locked tight, but Lopes senses his danger! He rears back, crushing Damari into one of the corners! Damari holds tight, though, and kicks out of the corner to drag Lopes back into the middle of the ring!

Caelan Tyler: A good effort, but it'll take more than that!

Jake Steel: Come on, Lopes has a lot more in him than some god-forsaken sleeper hold can dish out.

Caelan Tyler: That's not just any sleeper though, Jake!

Lopes rears back again, even as he's noticeably fading, smashing Damari into another ring corner! Still no respite from the hold, though, as Damari kicks off from the turnbuckles again! He almost gets atop Lopes...and Lopes hunches, slipping under him! Lopes gets Damari onto his shoulders, and The Milieu is broken! Lopes flips him and drives him down...Boxcutter!

Caelan Tyler: Corbin Damari looks like he's been broken in half!

Jake Steel: That's a finish right there, Cael. Simple. Decisive. Not boring at all.

Caelan Tyler: You could make that case, I suppose. What's Ray Lopes doing, now?

Lopes stares at Damari for a moment, as if unsure of himself, before yanking him up, tossing him back on his shoulders and crushing him with another Boxcutter! He goes for the cover, hooking a leg!

1...

2...

3!

The referee raises Lopes' arm in victory as he rises slowly, staring at Corbin Damari for a long time, before sliding out of the ring and making his way up the ramp.

Caelan Tyler: Two Boxcutters! What a finale, that after all of that punishment, Ray Lopes wasn't sure if only one Boxcutter would finish Corbin Damari off!

Jake Steel: What match were you watching, Cael? I saw Lopes use two Boxcutters to send a message to Josh Allen and the rest of the locker room, that's why.

Caelan Tyler: It's possible. I think he wasn't sure if that would be enough though. Two did the trick for sure, we know that, and definitely did send a message to everyone that Ray Lopes is putting them all on notice.

Jake Steel: I don't think they missed that memo.

Caelan Tyler: Unlike you, who misses them all the time.

Jake Steel: What? No way!

The intro section of 'Something in Your Mouth' by Nickelback begins to play, as the audience attention is drawn to the stage entrance with spotlights and low streaming gouts of sparkling pyrotechnics. On the jumbotron the letter R flickers smoothly on the black screen, directly above the letter E.

Heavier guitars come in hard as the main riff of the song starts, as the pyro erupts high into the air, while on the big screen eruptions flare out as well, finishing the original initials with 'Roxy Erikson' as the crowd goes wild! Appearing at the entrance and stalked with multiple spotlights is wrestling's favorite party animal!

Roxy Erikson dances her way to the edge of the entrance ramp, popping the corks on the bottle of champagne she has in each hand. She pours them over her body, which is barely clothed as in, in quite the trashiest of attire. She's wearing a barely-there bikini top, with a gaudily silver strip of fabric that may pass in extremely loose circles as a mini-skirt. Her shoes...well, her shoes are six inch glass heels, within which are live goldfish.

As to further raise the bar, she dances her champagne-soaked way down to the ring, grinding her largely bare ass against the guardrail, fans extended arms, and even fans' faces on her way down. Several excited looking young teenagers have their faces slapped heartily with her tits, before she slides triumphantly into the ring, whereupon she produces, cuts, and snorts a fresh line of coke! She strikes a stripper pose in the center of the ring as the remainder of the pyro goes off around the stage and entrance, and her music fades away.

Zach King: The following match is an Anything Goes match and is our scheduled main event! Introducing first... From Seattle, Washington... Weighing in at 166 pounds... ROXY ERIKSON!

Jake Steel: See, Cael, Roxy may not be from the 'crazy bitch' club but she can still kick ass.

Caelan Tyler: That's true; she has held titles in other promotions before coming to NLW. This could be her toughest test to date.

'Riot' by Three Days Grace hits, causing some unsettled fans to stand and boo. Josh Allen strides onto stage and treads down the aisle, shaking his head in apparent disgust at some of the front-row fans before patting the NLW Championship around his waist and smiling.

Zach King: And his opponent... From Broken Arrow, Oklahoma... Weighing in at 221 pounds... He is the NLW Champion... JOSH ALLEN!

Caelan Tyler: Here's a man who's made it clear that he doesn't think too highly of the management, Jake.

Jake Steel: He's also a raving lunatic and needs to be locked away!

Caelan Tyler: Just because he left you bloodied, Jake, doesn't mean that he's crazy.

Jake Steel: No, it means he's a moron!

Caelan Tyler: ...

As the ref turns to hand the NLW Championship to ringside, Roxy gets in the first shot with a vile open-handed slap to the face of the champion. Josh absorbs the blow, rubbing his jaw briefly before cold-cocking Erikson with a stiff right hand, and the fight is suddenly on as the two trade punches! The bell rings to officially start the match as Allen starts to take advantage thanks to his slight strength advantage over Roxy. He backs her into the ropes before a clothesline sends her to the outside, over the top rope. Knowing it's too early to try anything high-risk, Allen rolls under the bottom rope, grabs Roxy by the hair and rams her head into the apron for good measure.

Caelan Tyler: Josh using the no-rules atmosphere of 'Anything Goes' to take the fight to Roxy in the opening stages of the match.

Jake Steel: Come on, we need a chair wrapped around Josh's head here. Don't disappoint me, Roxy!

A second repetition of this follows, and a forearm staggers Roxy as she slumps against the steel steps at ringside. Smirking, Allen charges in...Roxy ducks, expecting a clothesline and setting up for a back body drop counter...Josh instead goes low with a baseball slide to jam Erikson's left leg into the steel steps! Roxy collapses in a heap, holding her leg as Allen gets to his feet, mocking Erikson by tapping the side of his head and frowning at her prone form. A few moments later, he pulls her to her feet and looks for an Irish whip, which Allen reverses direction on and tries to send Erikson into the steps knees-first. Roxy has the awareness to jump over the stairs, turn around, and shoulder block the steps into the advancing body of Josh Allen! The edge of the top step is driven into the gut of the NLW Champion as he staggers back, caught unaware by that maneuver.

Jake Steel: And now the potential for glorious ABUSE begins!

With Allen stunned, Roxy walks over to him, trying to get her left leg to function normally. A blatant, and some would say unnecessary, kick to the groin follows this as Allen falls to the protective mats grimacing in pain. With a brief window of opportunity open to her, Roxy decides to take as full of an advantage as she can. Grabbing a camera cable, she lifts Josh to a sitting position, wraps the cord around his neck, and pulls back with her right hand, forcing Josh's back against her knee. At the same time, she brings her left hand around to rake the eyes of Allen to further weaken the champion. This continues for the better part of ten seconds before she finally drops the cable and watches Allen struggle to get a full breath into his lungs.

Caelan Tyler: I might not like the way she's done it, but Roxy's gotten herself a huge advantage here.

Jake Steel: Who cares if you like it, Cael? I'm loving this!

After a brief pause--during which Roxy casually spits on the chest of the recuperating Josh Allen--Erikson lifts up the ring apron and looks for something underneath. A few moments later, she emerges with a pair of cookie sheets. Leaving one where she got it, she brings the other weapon to bear on Josh and quickly dents it over his head, dropping him back to the arena floor. A second and third shot to the small of the back follows this, followed by another shot to the skull. Allen appears to be out of it as Roxy falls into a cover...

...no count, this is not Falls Count Anywhere! Irritated, she can be heard telling the ref to 'count next time or I'll rip your balls off' before reverting her attention back to Josh. The champ seems a bit out of it as he tries to stand, and Roxy helps him along by shoving Allen back inside the confines of the squared circle. She pauses long enough to grab both cookie sheets before sliding in herself, once again leaving one behind on the mat. A punt kick to the gut follows this, and then a falling cookie sheet shot to the chest again stuns the champ. Roxy goes for a cover, and this time the ref comes in to count:

1...

2--shoulder up easily!

Jake Steel: Roxy is tearing your boy a new one, Cael!

Caelan Tyler: Give him time; he's just waiting for her to make a mistake.

Jake Steel: Like your mom said you were?

Caelan Tyler: ...Jake, don't make me do to you what Josh did last Uprising.

Growling a bit, Rosy gets back to her feet, grabbing the second cookie sheet and putting it under Josh's head. With the other sheet in hand, she sizes up the NLW Champion for a Con-Cookie Sheet-To, but Allen is able to get out of the way in time. The impact forces Roxy to drop the sheet she was holding, shaking her hands out to get the stinging out of them. Allen gets to a knee, and then up to his feet as Roxy charges in at him. Her momentum is stopped a moment later as Allen low-bridges the ropes and Roxy flies over them, landing hard on the floor. Josh falls to a knee, trying to get his breath back as Roxy begins to stir outside. As Allen gets to his feet he heads to the turnbuckle and removes the cover, exposing the steel ring as Erikson finally slides back into the ring. Josh picks up Roxy and delivers a sharp kick to the gut before hitting a twisting neckbreaker to send Roxy down again. Instead of going for the cover, Josh instead grabs the legs of Roxy and shifts her into a catapult position, facing the exposed turnbuckle. A sinister grin crosses his face as he gets in position.

Caelan Tyler: Something tells me that I wouldn't want to be in Roxy Erikson's shoes right about now.

Jake Steel: Yeah, that's beneath even you, Cael. You're more of an Olivia Winterborne-type person anyway.

Caelan Tyler: ...

With a heave, Josh rolls backwards, sending Roxy into the corner--but she is able to land on the middle turnbuckle, and drops to the mat safely as Allen scrambles back up. He pays for his attempted injustice, though, as Roxy connects with a swift kick to the balls. Allen once more goes down in a heap as Roxy uses the great equalizer to her advantage before rolling to the outside, looking for something else to use as a weapon. She gets something a moment later...in the form of a hand-held cat-o-nine-tails?! The crowd is stunned into silence, not knowing what to make of this as Roxy gets back in the ring and brings the lashes down on the back of Josh Allen. It's like getting hit by several leather belts as Josh rolls away, arching his back at the pain. Roxy closes the distance and does this a second time, and one last time to the ribs as Allen falls out of the ring and to the floor. With a sneer, Roxy drops the pseudo-whip and rolls outside, her eyes never leaving the prone form of the NLW Champion.

Caelan Tyler: And that has to be the first time I've seen that particular weapon in a match. Completely unorthodox offense from Erikson there, but effective nonetheless.

Jake Steel: I like it! She's not going to take any crap from your boy, Cael, and she's putting him in his place! Get him, Roxy!

As Allen gets to his feet, Roxy grabs an arm and sends Allen shoulder-first into the steel steps. The top two steps go flying as Allen slumps against the bottom steps, clutching his right shoulder from the impact. With Allen stunned for the moment, Erikson again looks under the ring and pulls out a small hand-held mirror as a sinister smile comes to her face. A moment later, that smile turns to a scowl as she swings the mirror and cracks Allen directly in the forehead with the makeshift weapon! Allen falls to the floor, clutching his head as the camera shot can see a faint trace of crimson seeping through his fingers. Roxy rolls Josh onto his back, assumes the mount position, and begins to rain down right hands to widen the laceration, occasionally raking at his head and face with her nails to add more damage to the wound.

Jake Steel: ABUSE! BLOOD! I love it! This is what Uprising has been missing, Caelan!

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

Jake Steel: The only way this would be better is if that fat-ass Phoenix was here getting permanently paralyzed by Roxy!

After a minute of clawing, tearing, and punching, Roxy finally gets to her feet. The cameraman can see that Josh's face is covered with blood for the most part, and things seem to only be getting worse as Roxy pulls a cheese grater from under the ring! It looks as if things are going to get ugly real quick, but Allen lashes out and catches Roxy in the gut with a swift kick. A moment later, he has her in position for--and hits--a DDT onto the bottom half of the steel steps! Roxy seems out of it as Allen slumps to the floor, weakened from blood loss and the beating he's taken over the last few minutes. The ref begins his ten-count, at a loss for anything else to do as both competitors are down. Allen is first to stir as he gets to his knees and then uses the ringside barrier to get to his feet. Roxy is still on all fours, her head near the steel steps as Allen stands sees the situation presented to him. It seems that he debates trying to deliver a running boot to the head that will send Roxy's skull into the steps, but instead reaches into the ring and grabs the cat-o-nine-tails that Roxy introduced to the match. With a look that can only be described as vile, he brings the leather straps down against Erikson's back as hard and fast as he can, not stopping for a moment s Roxy tries to scramble away.

Caelan Tyler: And now Roy gets to feel the stinging blows of that weapon that she introduced into the match!

Jake Steel: ...Is that seriously the best you got, Cael?

Caelan Tyler: What's so wrong with that?

Jake Steel: Oh, nothing...except EVERYTHING!

After six or seven lashes, Allen drops the weapon and grabs Roxy by the hair as she tries to go over the barrier and into the audience. Turning quickly, she slams her head-first into the steel ring post, and does it a second time for good measure. Knowing that he's better served to get the match back in the ring, Josh throws Erikson back into the ring as he climbs to the top rope where he removed the turnbuckle pad earlier in the match. Looking at Roxy staring to get up, he leaps as she finally stands and turns around. She isn't ready to defend the flying clothesline that Josh is sending her way, and takes the shot in the throat. Josh quickly falls into a cover:

1...

2...

Kickout at two and a half! It's hard to read Josh's expression due to the crimson mask, but he makes no matter of the result as he once again sets up Roxy for a catapult into the exposed steel turnbuckle. This time, Roxy is unable to block it and crashes headfirst into the steel ring! The camera can see her bleeding before she even staggers back a few steps and into a Josh Allen school boy pin:

1...

2...

Shoulder up at two and a half again!

Caelan Tyler: And now the NLW Champion is showing why he is the best in this industry today as he gets the momentum in his favor!

Jake Steel: I think Ethan Dashery would say otherwise, Cael.

Caelan Tyler: Ethan cheated and had to use the ropes, Jake.

Jake Steel: So? Legal if the ref misses it.

As Allen stands from the failed pin attempt, he drags Roxy to her feet and tries for a right hand to the forehead, but Roxy blocks it and rakes the eyes of Allen to buy some time. As Josh tries to recover, Erikson gets behind Allen and shoves him, sternum-first, into the exposed turnbuckle. Allen staggers backwards a step or two and is then driven forward again by a shoulder to the small of the back. Once again, Josh's sternum hits the exposed turnbuckle before he falls to the mat. Whether it is due to self-preservation or the pain is debatable as Roxy rolls out of the ring and heads to the announce table, shoving Jake out of the way and picking up the steel chair he was sitting on. Folding it, she skirts around the table and runs towards where Allen is located, but Allen catches her coming in with a front waistlock that he quickly turns into a modified spinebuster through the announcer's table! Papers and monitors go flying as Roxy lands in what used to be a table, as the fans start an 'N-L-Dub' chant. Caelan and Jake are trying to get their headsets working again as Josh picks up Erikson and Irish whips her hard into the barricade at the corner of the ringside area. Looking around, Allen finds the steel steps that he got thrown into earlier in the match, and starts heading that way to grab them.

Caelan Tyler: Check one, check two...are we on?

Jake Steel: I think so, Cael, but I don't care, as long as the ABUSE continues! This is glorious!

Caelan Tyler: Wait, I thought you were pissed at JA for what he did to you last week.

Jake Steel: Doesn't mean I can't enjoy some good old ABUSE when I see it!

Caelan Tyler: You have a point, actually...

After a bit of struggling, Josh gets the steps to about shoulder level, in a ramming sort of position. Roxy is still slumped in the corner of the ringside area against the barricade. Sensing that this will end the match, Allen charges with the ring steps, waiting until he's within five feet from Roxy to shove them away from him and into his opponent...but Roxy seems to collapse and the steps strike a pair of fans in the front row! The steps bounce off of them, but the damage is done as both men fall to the ground, one holding his face where it impacted the steps, the other clutching his chest as he was standing when he got hit.

Jake Steel: I...this...this is beautiful....

Caelan Tyler: Are you mad, Jake? They're just fans! They could be seriously hurt!

Jake Steel: So? You pay for your ticket, you take your chances. Wrong place, wrong time!

The ref immediately calls for E.M.T.s from the back as Roxy once again uppercuts Josh below the belt while the ref is distracted—she was playing possum! As Josh falls near the apron, he can barely be seen from this angle looking for something under the ring. Erikson smirks, thinking that she has control once again as she gets to her feet and nears Allen...and immediately goes flying back a foot or two as a spark erupts from where she was standing! JA gets back to his feet, holding...

Jake Steel: He's got that taser again! That's how he won the NLW Championship at Turbulence!

Caelan Tyler: What the heck is he doing?

Jake Steel: Honestly, Cael, I wish I knew...

Dropping the taser and kicking it back under the ring, Allen rolls Erikson into the ring and pulls the ref away from the situation with the injured fans. The ref tries to go back to the fans, but Allen once again grabs the ref and literally shoves him back into the ring. Josh follows and covers Roxy for a pin attempt. The ref looks to go back outside but Allen shouts 'Make the fucking count already!' Sighing, the ref drops down:

1...

2...

3!

The bell sounds as the ref immediately goes back outside to assist the E.M.T.s as best he can. Allen is in the ring, smirking as empty cups, half-full popcorn bags, and the like start being thrown towards the ring.

Zach King: Here is your winner...JOSH ALLEN!

Allen continues to smirk, playing up to the crowd who by now seems to be screaming for his blood. The scene immediately cuts backstage, to where Eriq Mobely is watching everything on a monitor. As Allen turns to flip off the two fans he injured, Mobely picks up his cell phone and dials a few numbers. There is a slight pause.

Eriq Mobely: Yeah, it's time. Can you be here next Uprising?

There is another pause, and then Eriq smiles as the camera finally fades to black...