Caelan Tyler: Guys, there's a match to call.

Draco steps out to the apron, watching as 'Rabbit gets to his feet before springing off with an Asai Moonsault. It's executed to perfection, as both men fall to the mats outside. Draco is up immediately, the look on his face one of intensity as he picks up Jackrabbit by the head and throws in back into the confines of the squared circle. Draco slides in and cinches in a rear chinlock, driving a knee into the back of the Tag champion as he does so.

Caelan Tyler: Draco has been in control for the early portion of this match.

Jake Steel: Unlike a certain someone who lost their spot in the tournament.

The Phoenix: It happens. Jin was the better man that night. You live, you learn, you move on. It's as simple as that.

Slowly, Jackrabbit forces his way out of the hold, getting to his feet as Draco switches it to a headlock. 'Rabbit thinks for a moment about shoving Draco into the ropes, but decides instead to wraps his arms around the waist of Draco and drive him into the mat with a back suplex! Both men are down, though Jackrabbit is stirring, using the ropes to help him get to his feet.

Caelan Tyler: Momentum of the match just shifted here. Can Jackrabbit press his advantage?

Jake Steel: Dear God, I hope not.

The Phoenix: Seems to me the next few minutes could determine the winner of the match. If Draco can take what Jackrabbit can throw at him, he's got a fighting chance.

Draco is up on all fours now, shaking his head a little to get rid of the cobwebs as 'Rabbit comes over and pulls Draco up to his feet. A solid right hand rocks the former Legacy champion. A second one staggers Draco. 'Rabbit rears back for a third...but brings up his left hand to slap Draco in the face! 'The Hellacious One' stumbles backwards into the ropes, holding a hand to his cheek. Jackrabbit now looks for the Irish whip and gets it, catching Draco on the rebound with a leaping back elbow. 'Rabbit falls into the lateral press, but Draco is out before the count of two. Undaunted, The Unorthodox One pulls Draco to his feet and again whips him, this time into the corner.

Caelan Tyler: Jackrabbit now seems to be in control, fellas.

The Phoenix: And with him in charge, you never know what he will throw at you next. If Draco has a shot of winning, he needs to get the advantage back.

Jake Steel: Thank you, Captain Obvious.

Caelan Tyler: You know, Phoenix, you might be an improvement over Jake here.

Jake Steel: Well anything is an improvement over your mom!

The Phoenix: Seriously, Jake, does this look like middle school to you?

Jake Steel: ...

After galloping around the ring to build up a little speed, 'Rabbit charges in and takes the air out of Draco's lungs with a corner avalanche! The Hellacious One slumps down, sitting on the mat in the corner as Jackrabbit backs away, looking at his opponent. Then, charging again, 'Rabbit hits a textbook low dropkick that rocks the former Legacy champ in the corner! Draco gets pulled out from the corner, and Jackrabbit falls into a lateral press. He only gets two, though, as Draco hooks an arm over the bottom rope.

Caelan Tyler: And Jackrabbit just didn't pull Draco far enough away to get the pin.

The Phoenix: I'll give the man credit, good awareness of ring positioning there to get his arm on the rope.

Jake Steel: Bah, that idiot doesn't know any better! A stupid mistake by the nutcase.

'Rabbit again pulls Draco to his feet, feeling that he has the advantage and wanting to end this match now. A European uppercut sends Draco down as Jackrabbit heads to the corner and ascends the turnbuckles. As he gets on top, he leaps off, looking for a moonsault...and connects! Draco is squashed as 'Rabbit holds for the cover:

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Thr--no! Two-and-a-half, as Draco lefts the left shoulder off the mat!

Caelan Tyler: 'Rabbit tried to pick up the duke with the Laughing Matter, but could not hold Draco down.

The Phoenix: It'll take more than one high-impact move to finish Draco. But Jackrabbit almost pulled it out there.

Jackrabbit pulls Draco up yet again, and whips him into the near-side ropes. 'Rabbit looks for a lariat, but Draco ducks. Coming off the far ropes, he launches himself into the air and delivers a sick kick right to the temple of Jackrabbit, who goes staggering back between the top and middle ropes, landing on the outside! Both men are down, one inside and one outside the ring, as the referee begins his ten count.

The Phoenix: I've been on the other end of that move. It's not pleasant, and 'Rabbit may be out of it here.

Jake Steel: Only would have been better if he decapitated you with that move.

The Phoenix: Look, just because I'm actually doing your job better than you can doesn't mean you have to goad me every chance you get, Jake. You actually might want to take notes.

Caelan Tyler: Man's got a point, Jake.

Jake Steel: ...Shut up!

The referee gets to four before Draco rolls out of the ring, still a bit shaky but on his feet regardless. The count is forced to restart as the Draco picks up Jackrabbit in front of the announcer's table.

Caelan Tyler: Somehow I don't like where this may end up.

Jake Steel: Here comes the ABUSE~!

The Phoenix: I refuse to move. Simple as that.

Draco stuns 'Rabbit with a kick to the gut, and then slams his head against the announce table, his eyes shooting daggers into the body of the reigning Legacy champion. Phoenix just sits there, unmoving and not saying a word as Draco repeats the bashing of the Tag champion's head into the table. After two or three of these, Draco rolls in the ring long enough to break the count, and returns to continue his assault. Again, he glares at Phoenix before taking hold of Jackrabbit and whipping him into the security barriers.

Caelan Tyler: Draco apparently is trying to prove a point to you there, Phoenix.

The Phoenix: Only thing he's proved to me with that is that he's still distracted. It's eating him up inside that I beat him for the Legacy title, and did it by choking him out.

Jake Steel: Illegally, I might add!

The Phoenix: Jake, would you like to be next?

Jake Steel: *grumble grumble*

The Phoenix: Thought not.

Caelan Tyler: As Draco throws 'Rabbit back into the ring, you have to think that he's going to start pressing the advantage.

Caelan turns out to be right. Draco rolls in before the ten-count, and proceeds to kick and stomp away at Jackrabbit's left foot. After about ten kicks, 'Rabbit manages to squirm to the ropes, forcing the break. The ref has to forcibly step between Draco and Jackrabbit to cause the break, and Draco takes this opportunity to stand on the bottom rope and point to Phoenix, making the sign of the title around his waist. Phoenix makes no reaction as Draco turns back around. 'Rabbit is up, but limping slightly as he tries to get feeling back into his foot. With a literal snarl, Draco dashes forward, dropping Jackrabbit with an armbar takedown, then pulls him by the foot away from the ropes a little before slapping on the ankle lock and dropping back into a leg grapevine!

Jake Steel: And THAT'S how you apply the move, Phoenix!

The Phoenix: Actually, Jake, it's the exact same way I do it. But I have something that Draco doesn't.

Jake Steel: A gag reflex?

The Phoenix: Just watch in the ring. See if you can figure it out.

'Rabbit is screaming in pain, trying to work his way out of the move...when he decides to crawl forward. The ropes are only a foot away from his outstretched hand as he plants an elbow to move himself forward a few inches. Reaching, he's still just shy of the ropes. Draco wrenches back hard on the ankle, as Jackrabbit again cries out in pain. However, once again he plants his arms on the mat and shoves forward...and this time he manages to make it to the ropes! The referee again steps in to force the break, and Draco releases his version of the Blaze of Glory just before the five count.

The Phoenix: So, did you figure it out yet?

Jake Steel: What the hell are you talking about?

Caelan Tyler: I think I get it, Phoenix. Your size.

The Phoenix: Exactly, Caelan. Draco's just over 200 pounds. Most guys can move with that wrapped around your leg. I'm over 360 pounds...it makes it that much more difficult to crawl to the ropes once I get the hold locked in. If I get you in the center of the ring, with the grapevine, it's over. You aren't escaping.

Jake Steel: Stop talking nonsense, Phoenix; we all know you'll choke it away anyhow.

The Phoenix: Unless you want to feel the Blaze of Glory first-hand, Jake, I suggest you shut the hell up right now.

Draco gets back to his feet, a smirk crossing his face as he pulls 'Rabbit off the ropes and gets him in a fireman's carry. Looking directly at Phoenix, Draco sets up for the Death Valley driver that Phoenix uses as his Immolation set-up move. However, before The Hellacious One can pull the move off, Jackrabbit slips out the back and hopping on one foot, grabs Draco's head and spikes him with a reverse DDT! Both men are down yet again, 'Rabbit obviously the worse for wear due to being trapped in the ankle lock submission.

Jake Steel: Come on, Draco...you can't let this loon beat you!

Caelan Tyler: This could boil down to who can get up first!

The Phoenix: Indeed. Intestinal fortitude is about to be checked right now.

1! Neither man is moving. 2! Still nothing. 3! Draco is starting to stir a little. 4! Now Jackrabbit is beginning to move. 5! Draco's made it to the ropes, and is trying to use them to pull himself to his feet. Jackrabbit has rolled over onto his stomach. 6! Draco's up to both knees as 'Rabbit gets his knees under him. 7! Draco is up, and the count is broken. He staggers over to 'Rabbit, who springs to life and nails Draco with a jawbreaker! Draco collapses, holding his jaw as Jackrabbit stands up, still favoring his left leg a little.

Caelan Tyler: Can 'Rabbit take advantage here and put Draco away?

Jake Steel: Dear Lord, that'd be almost as bad as--

The Phoenix: Jake, if you were about to insult me, I suggest you rethink your statement.

Jake Steel: Erm...

The Hellacious One has managed to get to the ropes, and is using them to stand up as 'Rabbit closes in. Draco is rocked by a couple of straight rights, staggering into a corner. Jackrabbit steps back, does his pose for a moment and winds up for a haymaker...but brings his other hand up to poke Draco in the eyes! The ref admonishes Jackrabbit for that blatant disrespect of the rules, but The Unorthodox One pays him no mind as he sets Draco up on the top rope. 'Rabbit climbs up, hooking up Draco, and a textbook superplex sends both men down! Jackrabbit somehow has the wherewithal to float into the cover:

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Thre--no! Draco gets his right shoulder up a moment before the three, refusing to stay down!

Caelan Tyler: I thought Jackrabbit had him put away there!

The Phoenix: Another quarter of a second, and he would have. Man, that was close!

Jake Steel: You both are WRONG! Draco's just lulling him into a false sense of security.

Jake's comments aside, Draco looks to be in serious trouble as he gets to his feet. Jackrabbit comes from behind him, landing a forearm shot to the back of the neck, and gets him in a pumphandle position.

Caelan Tyler: Can 'Rabbit's leg hold up to delivering the Standing Joke?

The Phoenix: If it can, Caelan, I think the match is over right here.

Jake Steel: It ain't happening!

'Rabbit grits his teeth and heaves, actually getting the lighter Draco up and over and connecting with his set-up maneuver! He seems to have gotten his legs back under him as the fans pop, knowing that the Last Laugh is coming if his leg can withstand one more push. Draco appears to be on Dream Street as Jackrabbit comes in from behind, looking to hit the modified electric chair drop. He gets Draco in position, but his left leg starts to wobble a bit under the weight. Draco suddenly rolls forward, utilizing the victory roll to set up the pinning predicament! The ref slides into perfect position...

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'Rabbit's shoulder comes up a fraction of a second too late, and he looks a bit stunned as 'Indestructible' hits the speakers.

Zach King: Here is your winner, advancing to the semi-finals...'THE HELLACIOUS ONE' DRACO!

Caelan Tyler: And Draco somehow able to counter the Last Laugh into a pin! The Jackrabbit looks shocked!

The Phoenix: Ok... I'll give the man credit. He pulled off what some would say an upset here.

Jake Steel: Yeah, something you couldn't do, you tubby bastard!

The Phoenix: Dammit, Jake, I've had just about enough of you. Caelan, I leave this asshole in your hands, and you have my condolences.

Phoenix removes his headset, draping the Legacy title belt over his shoulder. He then stands, shaking Caelan's hand across the table. With a smirk, he gives Jake Steel a quick slap across the back of the head, which draws a few bits of laughter before walking back towards the locker room. His eyes never leave the ring area, where Draco is content to stare back, motioning that soon the title will be back with him.

Caelan Tyler: Well we have our first advancing individual in Draco, and now he's leaving and... What the..?

As Jackrabbit's back is turned to the entrance ramp the crowd gets up and stirs as two men they haven't seen since the tag tournament slide into the ring. Jackrabbit turns around and is met with double fists by both members of Southern Comfort! Jackrabbit hits the mat hard as both men begin to stomp a mud hole in him as the crowd vocally announces their displeasure to the ongoing event. Jackrabbit makes it to the ropes and attempts to pull himself out of the ring but T.W Haywood bends down and grabs him and forces him on his feet. T.W Haywood Irish whips him into the ropes and then bounces off the opposite ropes. He and Jackrabbit end up meeting in the middle with T.W Haywood hitting a vicious version of 'WHITE LIGHTENING' almost taking Jackrabbit's head off as he crashes to the mat and folds up like an accordion. T.W grabs the ropes and gives out a rebel yell as he spits tobacco at a camera man trying to film him.

Caelan Tyler: That's Southern Comfort!

Jake Steel: WHOO! SOUTHERN ABUSE LIVES TONIGHT~!

The Crowd stands on their feet and cheers as Talon the other half of Fusion runs down and attempts to save his partner. As he gets up and charges though C.W Buford and T.W Haywood successfully double boot him in the stomach hunching him over. The crowd begins to boo again realizing Talon would not be getting retribution as Southern Comfort both attempt a double ax handle assault on Talon bring him down on all fours. C.W Buford backs up a few steps, takes a few seconds to measure Talon and then walks over and drops a knee directly on Talon's neck flattening him out onto the canvas. T.W Haywood delivers a few more stomps to Talon as C.W Buford goes to the side of the ring and demands 'A Got Damn Microphone'. He gets what he wants and he goes over to Jackrabbit and rolls him over on his back and bends down screaming into his face.

C.W Buford: YOU FELT THAT DIDN'T YOU BOY! That's right, that's right you good for nothing nancy boy, you good for nothing queer. With your skips, and your jumps, and whatever the hell else you do, acting like some got damn fairy and we came boy... we came and clipped your wings real good. We told you didn't we? Weeks and weeks ago me and T.W both told you. We wanted a tag title shot. We said it, and we are damn sure people listened. We said if we weren't given those title shots we were going to take a piece of your hide. Ain't my fault you're not much of a man and couldn't take T.W's White Lightening! That don't confront me none. Look at you, just like that we laid you out. Just like that we showed everyone here what a real ass whooping is supposed to look like.

C.W Buford drops to a knee and picks Jack Rabbit's head up with his free hand. The crowd is still booing as T.W Haywood keeps laying the boots to Talon who is attempting to crawl over to Jackrabbit still attempting to help.

C.W Buford: Are you seeing how things are? Are you listening to me boy? You ain't ignoring me are you son? That's disrespectful. You know what my pappy did when ignored him all disrespectful like. Well Got Damn, let me show you.

C.W Buford takes the microphone and begins to bash it into the forehead of The Jackrabbit. The Crowd groans as the sound of each shot is amplified through the microphone. After several shots C.W Buford drops Jackrabbit to the mat and walks over to Talon who is no longer crawling as T.W Haywood stamps his foot down on him keeping him in place. The camera takes a moment to look at the forehead of Jackrabbit and shows he's been cut open from the shots.

C.W Buford: So Talon is it? I reckon you think it's okay to act like an animal. Hellsfire been talking to T.W Haywood and we been thinking, well shit, maybe you think you are an animal? A WILD ANIMAL... a wild animal that goes around biting and scratching and attempt to hurt people. Well you know that ain't how a man is suppose to act. I reckon if you're going to give yourself a name like Talon. If your going to try to get people to think you are an animal... then when it comes right down to it... you should be put down like a common stinkin' animal. Lift him up T.W!!!!

T.W obliges as he takes his foot off Talon and picks him to his feet. As soon as he's too his feet C.W Buford boots him in the stomach hunching him over and puts him in a headlock. The crowd boos as C.W takes a moment to turn his head and sneer at the crowd and then with a smile he takes Talon down with the SGL! They aren't done yet though. C.W Buford goes to the outside and grabs both tag team titles and he comes back into the ring with them. While he was doing this T.W Haywood drags Talon next to Jackrabbit lying them side by side. C.W Buford hands T.W one of the tag titles and they both lift them in the air as the crowd boos. T.W Haywood hands them both to C.W who bends down and sets one on top of Jackrabbit and one down on Talon. As he does this T.W Haywood pulls out a black magic marker from his jeans.

Caelan Tyler: What are they doing?

Jake Steel: No idea, but I'm loving it!

T.W bends down and scribbles quickly on Jackrabbit's title, and then he does the same with Talon's. Satisfied with what he has done he smirks at C.W Buford and they both scream 'THE SOUTH HAS DONE IT AGAIN' as A Country Boy Can Survive plays and they both exit the ring with both members of Fusion laid out in the ring with their tag titles on top of them. A Cameraman enters the ring and gets a close up of one of the titles seeing that thanks to the black magic marker Tag Team Championship has been modified to say Fag Team Championship.

Caelan Tyler: Fag team?

Jake Steel: BRILLIANT!

Caelan Tyler: What a vicious beatdown though by SoCo on Fusion.

Jake Steel: They want those belts Cael.

Jordan Brock: Here he is.

Brock opens the door for Nick James, who waltzes into Jack Sullivan's office without invitation. Sullivan glances at him only briefly as James takes a seat.

Jack Sullivan: You are?

Nick James: Here. That's what's important. Let's talk contract.

James pulls his chair forward toward Sullivan's desk with an obnoxious scraping sound, then kicks his feet up, setting his red Converses on Sullivan's desk as he leans backwards. Sullivan rubs his thumb and forefinger over his eyes as if fighting off a headache.

Jack Sullivan: Well, do you want to tell me a little bit about your background: titles, former promotions, that kind of thing?

Nick James: Not really.

James pops the tab on a can of Diet Coke with Lime, sipping satisfactorily while Sullivan taps his pen on the desk with growing irritation.

Jack Sullivan: So you won't tell me where you come from, who you are, or what you can do. Can you think of a single reason why I should waste my time with you?

James takes his feet from the desk, leaning forward closer to Sullivan, setting down the can of soda on top of a stack of important looking papers and immediately leaving a ring of condensation around the base.

Nick James: Because I'll take any offer and I'll work for peanuts. And because you're a smart enough business man to realize that you can't build a promotion on the backs of old men. You need the young blood here to climb through the ranks from scratch, work their way up and give the fans something differant. And I'm... well, something different.

Jordan Brock: Don't we have a guy specifically for face punks like him?

Jack Sullivan: Yeah, we do, but he's a little tied up at the moment. I'm sure we can find someone for the kid to take a whack at though.

James shrugs.

Nick James: Whatever. You pick some fat-body old man; I show up and kick his dentures down his throat. Works for me. See ya next Uprising.

James strolls out looking pleased. Sullivan and Brock both carry the same expression of a bad taste in their mouth.

Jordan Brock: Can I go catch him in the parking lot to... greet him?

Jack Sullivan: Nah, kid'll be in for enough pain next week when he gets in the ring with one of my guys. Damn hot shots give me a headache though.

Caelan Tyler: That kid has shown nothing but arrogance since he showed up earlier tonight.

Jake Steel: Which one?

Caelan Tyler: Nick James.

Jake Steel: Hey, I'll give him credit for a cool name.

Caelan Tyler: Huh?

Jake Steel: 'I'm Nick James BITCH!'

Caelan Tyler: God damnit...

Cut to backstage, to the familiar sight of the SOCIETY locker-room, the group logo emblazoned on the door. There is a distinct knocking sound, and the sound of footsteps before suddenly the door swings open, revealing the defending Anarchy X champion himself, 'The Machine' Brad Jackson.

Brad Jackson: What the...?

Sat in the doorway is an enormous parcel, wrapped in bright electric pink and shaped distinctly like a love-heart. Jackson cocks an eyebrow, at once suspicious of the arrival. The camera gets a better look as Jackson eyes the label on the parcel; 'Brad, from Aph.'

A shocked expression crosses Jackson's face, and he pulls the parcel inside the locker room, entirely unsure on whether to open it or not. What could Aphrodisia have possibly sent him?

Caelan Tyler: A heart-shaped present?

Jake Steel: I bet it's candy!

Caelan Tyler: Why would she send him candy?

Jake Steel: I don't know, sweet tooth maybe?

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

Zach King: This is a quarterfinal match in the Gold Rush Tournament, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6 foot 8 inches... Weighing in at 280 Pounds... He is one-half of the NLW Tag Team Champions...TALON!

Caelan Tyler: Talon's got the size advantage in this match, but is that going to be enough to make the semifinals, especially considering he just got jumped earlier by Southern Comfort?

Jake Steel: Nope! It's not happening!

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

Caelan Tyler: Heat looks rather confident, Jake. He seems to think this match is already in the bag.

Jake Steel: Of course! When you're 'Nuklear' Heat, you have to have that swagger!

Before the bell even sounds, Kevin Heat storms across the ring, surprising Talon with a flurry of right hands. The ref quickly calls for the bell to get the match started, as Heat presses his (slightly illegal) advantage. Kevin manages to back The Enigma into the ropes before finally breaking off, sprinting to the other side of the ring. Coming off those ropes, he sends Talon over the top with a clothesline, and the Tag champion tumbles to the floor.

Caelan Tyler: Heat taking the fight early to Talon here. But I don't know how wise this is, going to the floor.

Jake Steel: Come on, Heat! Bring the ABUSE!

Kevin steps on the ring apron, sizing up his opponent as Talon gets to his feet. The Enigma turns, and now Heat goes into action, a dropkick from the apron sending the Tag champion down to the protective mats. Quickly getting up, Heat rams Talon's head into the security barrier twice before throwing him halfway back in the ring. Talon's head is hanging off the apron as Heat stands on the floor, sizing his opponent up. He strikes a moment later with a dropkick to the side of the head! Kevin is quick to get back in the ring, slide Talon away from the ropes, and go for the cover:

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Heat gets thrown two feet away as Talon powers out of the cover!

Caelan Tyler: Kevin Heat using his speed advantage early on, keeping his opponent off-balance.

Jake Steel: That's not hard to do when your opponent is Talon, Caelan!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Kevin goes back to the attack, pulling The Enigma into a sitting position. Heat goes off the ropes, and a low dropkick to the back of the head is the result! Instead of immediately going for the cover, Heat decides to drop an elbow on Talon before applying the lateral press, without hooking the leg:

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Talon gets a shoulder up at two and a quarter. Pulling The Enigma up, Heat twists him around and lands a neckbreaker before deciding that another top-rope maneuver is due.

Caelan Tyler: I'm not sure if this is a wise move by Heat here.

Jake Steel: Of course it is! He's got this in the bag already!

Caelan Tyler: But it's just the start of the match, Jake.

Jake Steel: And your point?

Kevin is quick to climb the turnbuckles, as Talon slowly gets to his feet. As Talon finally stands, Heat leaps off, a top rope bulldog his plan. For a brief moment it looks like Talon might be able to get out of it, but he cannot as he gets driven into the mat by the Baltimore native! Heat looks confident that this match is over as he simply leans against Talon for the cover:

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Foot on the ropes! Heat looks over at the referee, incensed that his pin attempt was stopped by something that trivial as Talon rolls onto his stomach, trying desperately to get his bearings about him.

Caelan Tyler: Heat's wasting a lot of time with the official here. Not the smartest of moves.

Jake Steel: Come on, Heat! Finish him off!

Heat finally gets done his fruitless argument with the official as he turns to resume the attack on his opponent. However, Talon blasts Heat with a left hook to the body, and a second. He looks for a European uppercut, but Heat manages to lean back enough to avoid the blow, and cracks Talon with an enzuigiri kick that sends the Tag champ crashing back to the mat! There is a large smirk on Heat's face as he pulls The Enigma into position and decides to take flight once again. Talon is not moving as Kevin makes it to the top rope, taunting the fans as he stands atop the strand--

Caelan Tyler: Heat's wasting too much time here, Jake!

Jake Steel: He knows what he's doing, Caelan!

--and soars through the air, looking for a frog splash. But Talon moves! Heat crash-lands on the mat, clutching his stomach and rib area as he flops around a little from the impact of striking the mat. Talon is barely stirring as he has a hand on the rope in order to help himself stand. The referee's mandatory ten-count reaches six before Talon is finally able to answer it, still a bit shaky on his feet.

Caelan Tyler: Can The Enigma take advantage of the mistake?

Jake Steel: Nah, 'Nuklear' Heat's luring him in before going for the kill!

Talon pulls Kevin to his feet before slamming the former Juniorweight champion to the mat. Heat is quick to get back up, but pays for it with a right hand to the jaw that nearly takes him off his feet! Talon follows up with several more of these before sending Heat into the near-side ropes and dropping him on the rebound with the big boot! Talon falls into the cover:

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Heat gets a shoulder up at two and a half. The Enigma pulls Heat up to his feet before cinching up a suplex and lifting Heat into the air...and holding...and holding some more...and finally crashing back to the mat after a textbook delayed vertical suplex!

Caelan Tyler: Talon getting to use his power to his advantage. Can he put away the NLW Original?

Jake Steel: Of course not! Heat's just playing possum!

Be that as it may, Talon once again brings Heat to his feet before hooking up both arms, possibly for a butterfly suplex. However, Talon instead raises Heat into position and drills him with a powerbomb! Talon following his Hunter Instinct with a cover on the prone lightweight:

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No! Heat barely gets a shoulder off the mat! The Tag champ stomps Heat once and decides that he's done messing around, as he heads to the top rope. Pausing for a brief moment to line up his attack, Talon leaps...but this time it's Heat who moves, as the Death From Above misses! Both men are down on the mat, not moving!

Caelan Tyler: Talon unable to connect with his finisher, and right now it's anyone's match!

Jake Steel: I told you he was playing possum, Cael! Get him, Heat!

The referee gets to a count of seven before Heat finally gets up to his feet. Talon is up on all fours as the former Anarchy X champ comes over and stomps The Enigma in the head, and continues to stomp away. Talon is finally able to make it to the ropes, but Heat is relentless in his attack as he now pulls the Tag champ to his feet and delivers another swinging neckbreaker. Heat hooks the leg closest to the ropes as he falls into the cover...

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Left shoulder up at two and a half! With nary a pause, Heat pulls Talon into position and applies his modified dragon sleeper, hoping the damage done to his head will be enough to knock out The Enigma!

Jake Steel: Death by Fire! Beginning of the end, Caelan!

Caelan Tyler: I'm not certain about that. Talon's a tough athlete; anything could happen.

Jake Steel: Pfft, that's just insane talk.

The hold is held for about a minute, until Talon somehow manages to stretch his left arm out at the right angle and brush up against the ropes. The ref sees this and orders Heat to break the hold. Heat refuses to do so, saying that Talon isn't in the ropes. The ref begins to count regardless, and Heat drops the hold just before the five count before getting into the referee's face, arguing about the decision. This is buying The Enigma precious time to recover. The official finally tells Heat to get back to the match or he'll lose by way of a disqualification. The look on Kevin's face could kill as he closes back in on Talon.

Caelan Tyler: I'm not certain how wise that was on Heat's part.

Jake Steel: Come on, 'Nuklear' Heat has a point! That ref is biased!

Caelan Tyler: No, he's not. The ref made a good call there.

Jake Steel: Something your mom can never do...

Caelan Tyler: ...That was a stretch, even for you.

Seeing the shape his opponent is in, Heat smirks, as he closes in, looking for Heartburn. It would have worked, too, if Talon hadn't caught his leg in mid-kick! A right hand stuns Heat, and Talon is quick to follow it up with a choke slam that shakes the ring! Instead of going for the cover, Talon leans against the ropes, waiting for Heat to get up. Kevin is slow to do so, holding the back of his neck as Talon springs into action, flooring the original Legacy champion with a Bloody Talons axe kick!

Caelan Tyler: Talon back in control here; can he put away Kevin Heat?

Jake Steel: No! Come on, Heat!

Jake's cheers are in vain, however, as Talon goes to the top rope once again and this time connects with Death from Above! He hooks both legs as the referee slides in:

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3!

'I Stand Alone' blares through the arena as Talon gets to his feet, his hand raised by the official.

Zach King: Here is your winner, advancing to the semifinals...TALON!

Caelan Tyler: Well, looks like even with the attack from Southern Comfort earlier Talon managed to succeed and advance in this tournament.

Jake Steel: BOO! He cheated!

Caelan Tyler: You always say that Jake, but it's almost never true.

Jake Steel: Bah, you're just biased like those refs are!

Caelan Tyler: ...What the fuck is wrong with that woman?

Jake Steel: bitch be straight up crazy yo.

Caelan Tyler: Attacking someone is one thing, but torture? Jack's going to have to put his foot down to them at some point.

Jake Steel: Probably, but can you blame him for waiting?

Backstage, Josh helps Jordan Brock stretch his muscles. Brock still had a long way to go in rehab, but his therapist had said everything was weeks, months even, ahead of schedule.

Jordan Brock: So what now?

Josh shrugged.

Josh Allen: For starters, I need to focus on beating Jason Stone's ass. Then, I want you to book our flights to Liverpool, England. And keep your eye open for Jesse here tonight. I don't want him interfering with my match, so stay posted behind the stage area.

Jordan nods and stands, rubbing his pecs. Josh looks at his watch and heads out to prepare for his match. Jordan follows.

Caelan Tyler: Well, Josh Allen is taking on Jason Stone next, and judging by that...

Jake Steel: He's totally gay.

Caelan Tyler: What? No way!

Jake Steel: Yes way.

Caelan Tyler: Have you seen his wife?

Jake Steel: Psh!

Caelan Tyler: Whatever... Hey, Jake?

Jake Steel: *Sigh*...

Caelan Tyler: ...Jake?

Jake Steel: ...What, Caelan?

Caelan Tyler: Here comes my best friend!

Jake Steel: Yeah, I know, I know. Every week...

'Riot' by Three Days Grace causes 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.

Josh slides into the ring and climbs onto the second turnbuckle of the nearest ring post. He begins to throw his hands into the air, but instead waves off the fans, rolls his eyes and leaps down, back onto the mat.

Zach King: The following match is a Gold Rush tournament Quarterfinal match and is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Broken Arrow, Oklahoma... Weighing in at 221 pounds... JOSH ALLEN!

Caelan Tyler: This is the third Gold Rush tournament for Josh Allen, as he defeated Joey Vasco in the opening round, and then Triple M last Uprising.

Jake Steel: FLUKE!

Caelan Tyler: He pinned him clean Jake!

Jake Steel: Your mother got pinned clean!

Caelan Tyler: ...

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

The crowd cheers as 'The Coolest' hits, and Jason Stone makes his way down the entrance ramp, wearing one of his lime green 'I WANT TO BREAK YOUR ARM' t-shirts, as well as black pants that have 'Explicit Content' written down the sides. He enters the ring, showboating a bit for his fans while waiting for the match to start.

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

Caelan Tyler: Jason Stone advanced here on his victory over The Black Phoenix, and this should be an interesting match to say the least.

Jake Steel: As long as there is abuse I'll be happy.

Caelan Tyler: Well both athletes are well-rounded techn--

Jake Steel: BORING!

The bell sounds, and Josh Allen and Jason Stone quickly lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Stone with the early advantage as he shoves Allen against the ropes. Allen bounces back and Stone quickly hits him with a forearm to the head. Allen staggers back from the blow, causing Jason to deliver a drop kick, knocking the cruiserweight legend to the mat. Stone swiftly grabs Allen and lifts him up then delivers a quick slam followed by an elbow. With Allen down, Stone grabs him by the legs and delivers an elbow to the knee.

Caelan Tyler: Stoner quickly taking the offense here, although you can never count Allen out of a match, especially this early on.

Jake Steel: Ugh, you're going to be like this all match aren't you?

Caelan Tyler: Like what?

Jake Steel: Kissing his ass.

Caelan Tyler: How is this different from you and Triple M?

Jake Steel: Triple M has talent.

Stone whips Allen into the ropes, trying to connect with a clothesline but Allen ducks it and rebounds back and delivers a clothesline of his own. Allen stands over Stone as the crowd boos him. Allen taunts the crowd delivering quick boots to the midsection. Allen grabs Stone and hooks him, delivering a snap suplex. Allen gives Stone no chance to recuperate; as he grabs Stone up and gives him a couple chops to the chest, the crowd wincing with each blow. With control squarely his, Josh grabs Stoner and whips him into the turnbuckle! Keeping on the offensive, JA grabs Jason by his head and begins to smash it against the turnbuckle. The ref makes him stop after the 4th time, berating Allen for the use of the turnbuckle in that manner.

Caelan Tyler: Smart move by JA, using the whole ring to his advantage!

Jake Steel: Bah, if anyone else did that you'd be on his case like Roseanne is on a box of Little Debbie's!

Breaking away from the referee, Allen quickly delivers a dropkick into Stoner's back, driving him into the turnbuckles. Stoner bounces off, falling flat on his back as JA taunts the crowd some more before climbing to the top rope. Allen quickly goes for a clothesline from the top rope, but Jason is able to counter with a dropkick! Both men stagger and struggle to their feet. Allen is up first, and he charges at Stoner, who ducks and back body drops Allen to the outside.

Caelan Tyler: Big back body drop by Stoner there, although the longer he tries to stay on this sort of pace the worse off he is. He's gotta slow it down here.

Jake Steel: He could try to be somewhat entertaining too.

Allen is taunted by the fans at ringside as he shakes his head, his pride more injured than anything. The referee starts the count, and JA quickly jumps onto the apron. As Josh stands up, Stoner rocks him with a couple of forearms before delivering a Jin-style European uppercut that sends Allen back to the protective mats below. Jason quickly follows suit, grabbing Allen and whipping him into the guard rail. 1! Stone gives him a knee to the gut, then rolls Allen back into the ring. Stone then drags Allen to the center of the ring and goes for the pin:

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KICK OUT by Allen!

Caelan Tyler: Quick cover after some outside brawling by Stoner, but Allen wasn't done quite yet.

Jake Steel: *Yawns*

Shaking his head, Jason quickly grabs Allen and applies a reverse chinlock to try to wear him down some more. Allen struggles to free himself as Jason keeps up the pressure, digging his knee into Allen's upper back. JA is eventually able to kick out with his leg, draping it over the bottom rope. The referee starts his count, and Jason reluctantly breaks the hold at four. Stoner then drags Allen to his feet, quickly hitting a side russian leg sweep, slamming Allen down hard on his head and back before going for another pin:

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Allen gets the shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Jason Stone is staying on the offensive here, although so far he's been unable to keep JA down.

Jake Steel: It's that boring technical crap, if he dumped that he'd actually get something done.

Jason shakes his head at this point, a bit annoyed that he's been unable to keep Allen down as he pulls the former OCW and ICWF World champion to his feet. Stoner quickly positions him for a piledriver, but Allen has enough wherewithal to see it coming, and he quickly counters with a back body drop! With Stoner down he quickly goes to work, stomping on the chest of the former NLW Juniorweight champion. The crowd continues to boo Allen, who just ignores it as he drags Jason Stone up before quickly delivering an implant DDT! Allen quickly hooks the leg:

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2!

No, Stoner kicks out!

Caelan Tyler: Yes! This was just the chance that Josh was looking for! Finish him off!

Jake Steel: Jeez, and I thought you're supposed to be unbiased.

Caelan Tyler: What, you do this all the time!

Jake Steel: Yeah but I'm the color commentator, that's my job. You're the play by play guy.

Caelan Tyler: Whatever...

Allen frowns at the ref. He claps his hands, to motion for the ref to deliver a faster count. Allen turns his attention back to Stone and whips him against the ropes. Stoner rebounds and ducks as Allen hops over him, Allen turns drops to the ground as Jason hops over him. Stone rebounds a second time and now JA is on target with a hurricanrana held into a pin:

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Kick out by Jason Stone!

Caelan Tyler: Nicely done hurricanrana by Josh Allen, but Stoner was able to get out of it.

Jake Steel: Has anyone won a match with that pussy move in years?

Caelan Tyler: Rey Mysterio.

Jake Steel: Who?

Stoner pops up, and Allen quickly takes him back down with an arm drag. Stone gets up and again gets arm dragged. Both men get back to their feet, with Allen trying to go for Jason's leg. Jason side steps the clipping attempt, and quickly grabs Allen around the waist and slings him up and over with a german suplex! Jason keeps his hands locked, dragging JA back to his feet and delivering a back suplex. With his arms still locked, Stoner lifts Allen up again, shifting his positioning and hitting a tiger suplex! The crowd cheers as Stone pops to his feet and yells to them.

Caelan Tyler: Beautiful series of suplexes there by Stoner, who seems to have regained control of the match.

Jake Steel: That's more of what I want to see, abuse!

Jason quickly goes to capitalize on the suplexes, lifting Allen up and delivering a shoulderbreaker, dropping the former ICWF World champion across his knee. Allen clutches his left shoulder as Jason delivers a quick kick to it before dropping down, locking in a cross armbar. Stoner wrenches on the arm as Allen reaches out, grabbing the ropes. Reluctantly, Stoner releases the hold.

Caelan Tyler: Stoner forced to release the cross armbar there, although that could've ended it if he has been able to keep it locked in.

Pulling Allen to his feet, Jason wrenches his arm, twisting it with a standing armbar. He pulls Allen in, using his palm to push down on Allen's shoulder. Allen quickly swings around his right arm, delivering a punch to Jason's midsection. Allen does it a few more times, and Stoner is forced to release the hold. Allen quickly delivers a kick to the gut, nailing another Implant DDT.

Caelan Tyler: Implant DDT!

Jake Steel: Can this match be over already? I'm getting bored between the 'technical' wrestling and your asskissing.

Caelan Tyler: Whatever Jake.

Allen motions that it's over, attempting to hook Stoner for the Touch of Reality, but Stoner is able to shove him. Allen bounces off the ropes, and Jason tries for a back body drop. Allen telegraphs it though, delivering a punter style kick to Jason's midsection. Again Allen tries to hook him for the Touch of Reality, and this time he gets it! Allen hooks the leg:

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3!

Zach King: Here is your winner, and the man advancing to the Gold Rush Semi-finals... JOSH ALLEN!

Caelan Tyler: I told you he'd pull it off Jake!

Jake Steel: Ugh, more of this...

Caelan Tyler: I don't get what your problem is with Josh Allen Jake.

Jake Steel: You like him. That's problem enough.

Cut backstage, again in the locker room of Society, where Brad Jackson, The Machine, still appears to be contemplating opening the present seemingly sent to him by Aphrodisia. The curiosity finally becomes too much for the Champ, and he reaches across, pulling the bow from the heart-shaped parcel.

The lid flies off, Talon crashing forward and taking Jackson down with a lead-piping shot to the skull. Jackson falls down hard, and one-half of the Tag Team Champions lunges on top of him, mounting him and raining down blow after blow with his lead piping. Jackson writhes, trying desperately to escape the enraged Enigma. Talon is relentless however, only stepping off the Anarchy X champion when he has seen enough blood drawn.

Talon: You see Jackson, as I have said before it is about using your mind and your body as one. You damage Jin Royale in a blatant attack. You seek to destroy his body. However, I know how to utilize my mind. I will destroy your spirit first, and watch your body capitulate. Is this Explicit enough for you?

Talon heaves the crumpled body of Brad Jackson into the heart-shaped package, closing the lid and repositioning the bow. With a cold smirk, The Enigma swaps the label on the parcel for another. The camera gets a look at the writing on this new label;

'Aph, from Brad.'

Caelan Tyler: Looks like Talon got some payback on Jackson for the attack on Jin earlier.

Jake Steel: DAMNIT!

Caelan Tyler: Who knows how this will effect the main event...

Jake Steel: Jackson will pull it out anyways. Coming up next though is the re...

Jack Steel pauses with a sigh obviously waiting for a ritual with his arch nemesis. After a few seconds of radio silence and Caelan Tyler's odd looks directed at his commentating partner.

Jake Steel: Hmmm...odd. Anyways, now we can...

Still nothing. Caelan Tyler is about to speak, but Jake Steel cuts him off glad to be rid of a ritual he despises.

Jake Steel: Maybe he's not here! Next we got the compla--

Old Time Announcer: Oh shut the fuck up you needle dick buffoon. Of course I'm here. I just wasn't prepared yet.

Yes, it is the Old Time Announcer (aka undead Rod Roddy) and that can only mean that The Complaint Department is back.

Jake Steel: How much preparation do you need?

Old Time Announcer: How much of your ass do you want me to kick?

Jake Steel: Shutting up.

Old Time Announcer: Most enjoyable you've been all evening. NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE SEGMENT SO GREAT THAT JAKE STEEL'S GIRLFRIEND CAN ACTUALLY OBTAIN ORGASM!!! THE COMMPPPLLLAAAINNNTTTT DEPARTMENT!

The ring has the trademark furnishings that many have come to know and love for The Complaint Department. The two director chairs are sitting on either side of the painted glass with the esteemed host's face on it. The fans erupt as Draco makes his way out onto the stage looking a little worse for wear after his match with the Jackrabbit. He makes his way into the ring and settles into the director chair with his name on it.

Draco: Oooooooh.

Whether it be from sitting down and resting his achy muscles or being back in the center spotlight with the highest rated interview segment on NLW television.

Draco: I bet you are all sick and tired of seeing me tonight, right?

The fans show Draco just what they think of him by cheering and nearly blowing the roof off of the arena. Their smart mouthed bad ass good guy that has a soft spot for a mechanical goat. Plus, he puts on some damn good matches.

Draco: Before I introduce tonight very special guest, I have a few things to get off my chest. A few complaints...pun very much intended.

Pushing himself up from the chair, Draco stands in the center of the ring looking out over the crowd. The fans seem to settle down eager to hear what he has to say.

Draco: First off, Phoenix is a credible champion? Hell, he can't even distract me while announcing to cost me a win. Champion instinct is obviously lacking in that guy. A fluke win over me and a job win to PIC does not make a credible champion. It makes a lottery winner. It makes a bigger bank roll for a few checks. It makes merchandise sales spike for a month. It does not make a credible champion. I repeat...It does not make a credible champion.

That wasn't all from 'The Hellacious One'. No, this man had many complaints with his recent status in NLW. This first complaint seemed to divide the fans into two groups, half booing Draco and half cheering him on.

Draco: Another is...well, why not get him out here. Ladies and gentlemen, get your trash ready to throw at the one, the only, pompous ass of NLW...

Old Time Announcer: Sack Jullivan come on doooown!

Jack Sullivan comes out from behind the curtain, obviously annoyed with this whole situation. The fans jeer him as he enters the ring, coming face to face with Draco.

Jack Sullivan: I suppose I should congratulate you on your *ahem* hard fought victory over The Jackrabbit.

Draco: Or you can give me what is rightfully mine. NLW Title? Maybe later, but I have a bigger score to settle. What do you want Jack? Your hated enemy with your company's major title or the lower tier one? Balls in your court, Sacky.

Jack shakes his head at the question, smirking a bit.

Jack Sullivan: Really? Personally, my money is on Josh Allen to win this thing.

Draco's smirk falls a bit, but he still stands tall in the face of the larger man that holds his contract in his hand.

Draco: I was hoping you would say that. I don't care if it is the Legacy Title, NLW Title, Anarchy X Title, or even the New York State Corndog Title. I will be leaving Turbulence with a belt that is owned by you, Jack. I will be the face of your company even more so. I am your top damn draw and your biggest pain in the ass. You aren't giving me my fair shake so it is going to be hell for you.

A 'Draco' chant starts up as Jack glares at the smaller man, not willing to cede any sort of ground to him.

Jack Sullivan: I'll tell you what Draco, I'd be more than willing to give you a chance to get back in the 'good graces' and get a crack at one of those titles...

Knowing that Jack is just as crafty as himself, Draco knows there is something fishy going on. He isn't one to be bullied into submission. Draco doesn't relent any ground being just as stubborn as Jack Sullivan.

Draco: I am not one of your mindless lackeys that bows whenever you enter a room. I have single handedly taken away the most annoying and troublesome member of Society. I think I have already done enough. Give me a fair treatment or you are going to regret it, Jack. This company will suffer for your actions!

The smaller and much angrier man's face is starting to turn red. It only gets worse seeing how relaxed Jack Sullivan is taking it all. Somehow Draco finds a way to not haul off and slug the president.

Jack Sullivan: You have the wrong attitude Draco, and it's about time you had some clarity brought to you.

As if on cue, two men jump over the guardrail, Draco turns his attention to them, and as he does so Jack hit him from behind with a forearm shot. Draco stumbles forward a little, buying the first man to enter the ring, a muscular black man, the time he needs to level Draco. The other man, a much lighter skinned person with long blond hair, slides in as well, stomping on Draco before both men haul him to his knees, each holding one arm in place

Jack Sullivan: Now Draco, I'd like to introduce you to Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza. These two men are currently under contract with the OWF, but they both have realized that the NLW is the only company worth a damn. Your task, should you choose to accept it Draco, is to make sure the others realize that too.

Draco: Fuck y–AHH!

The new men pull Draco's arms back nearly splitting him in half. Draco's head falls forward as he gasps for air trying to deal with the pain. Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza release a bit of the pressure, but not enough to make all of the pain go away. Draco can barely raise his head. He sneers at Sullivan and spits up at him hitting him in the chest. Jack shakes his head and motions for the duo to return the favor in their own way. Each places a foot on the back of Draco's head. Somoza and Prince throw their feet down hitting a double curb stomp on the defenseless Draco. Leaving him unconscious in the ring to the desires of their boss.

Jack Sullivan: Think about it Draco. Now, I think it's safe to say that this edition of 'Complaint Department' is over.

The crowd's disapproval is almost deafening as Jack exits with Somoza and Prince in tow.

Caelan Tyler: Brutal beatdown on Draco here, and now the stagehands are getting the CD set out of the ring for our next match.

Jake Steel: HAHA! He totally deserved that!

Caelan Tyler: Why do you say that Jake?

Jake Steel: He's bad mouthing the boss, that's what you get for being such an uppity punk!

The PA system cuts to static as ??? makes his way to the ring, circling in as if he's unsure whether or not to enter.

Zach King: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... from parts unknown... ???!

Caelan Tyler: ??? is qualified for the NLW Destiny title match at Turbulence, but you have to wonder how well he and his partner will co-exist.

Jake Steel: Against the Crazy Bitch Alliance? No chance.

'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. Ice looks around with a look of disgust on his face and then finally makes the 'cut throat' signal. The song skips a few times before it gets replaced by 'Cold as Ice' by M.O.P., the look on Ice's face turning from disgust to approval. Ice bobs his head along with the song before walking towards the ring. Once there, he climbs inside and stands in the center of the ring, raising his arms into the air as explosions erupt from all four turnbuckles.

Zach King: His tag team partner, from Portland, Oregon...weighing 275 pounds...THE ICE MAN!

Caelan Tyler: Last Uprising saw Ice and Aph nearly capture the NLW Tag Team Championship, and the Uprising before that, Ice lost his NLW Championship to Aphrodisia. Lot of history in this match.

Jake Steel: Which means the potential for ABUSE is greater!

Caelan Tyler: We'll see how things go with the attacks suffered earlier both by ??? and The Ice Man.

Zach King: And their opponents... First, making her way to the ring, fighting out of New York City, NY... weighing in at 205 pounds...

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

She buuuuuuuuuuuuurns

Zach King: THE BLACK PHOENIX!

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

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

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

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

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

The lights fade back up and the music fades as The Black Phoenix drops from the turnbuckle. She looks like she wants to rip off her mask, but slowly drops her hands to her sides and awaits the battle ahead.

Caelan Tyler: This is...unusual to say the least. I don't think I've seen Black Phoenix wrestle a match with her mask on.

Jake Steel: Who cares, as long as she brings the abuse!

The former champ pulls Aph to her feet, shoves her into a neutral corner, and begins to unload with left and right hooks to the body. The ref is asking for a break, and Ice glares at him, sending the ref scurrying away for a few moments. That distraction is enough, though, for Aph to kick the knee of Ice Man, staggering the man from Portland. Aph's innate fighting instinct now comes into play as she is throwing any manner of kick and punch she can to get out of the corner. It's a spinning backhand that finally does the trick as Ice moves backward a step. With just that little bit of breathing room, Aph jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and catches Ice with a leaping clothesline, which sends the larger opponent down!

Caelan Tyler: And Jordan may have just found the opening she needs!

Jake Steel: I think Aph might have just gotten angry. You know what happens next!

Caelan Tyler: [sarcastically] Here we go...

Jake Steel: ABUSE~!

Aph quickly assumes the mount position, raining down punches on the skull of Ice Man. After several of these, she gets up, leaving Ice down near the neutral corner as she tags in Black Phoenix. Together the two of them get Ice to his feet and whip him into the opposite corner. BP gets on all fours as Aph sprints across the ring, jumps off of Black Phoenix, and dropkicks Ice squarely in the face with her steel-toed boots! The former champ is stunned as Aph rolls out of the ring, and Black Phoenix follows this up with a spinning heel kick to drop Ice to the mat. Cover by BP, but ??? comes in to break it with a stomp to the back as the ref hits two.

Caelan Tyler: Nice teamwork by Aph and Black Phoenix, but not enough to get the win.

Jake Steel: What do you expect? Crazy bitches are crazy!

BP pulls Ice to his feet, but Ice rocks her with a stiff European uppercut, and is quick to make the tag to ???. The Mystery Man enters the ring, drilling BP with a hard clothesline. As she gets back up, ??? sends her into the far ropes, looking for a high-impact maneuver. BP wisely hangs on to the ropes, though, and is quick to tag in Jordan. The NLW Champion enters the ring, staring down this Man with No Name. A kick to the gut stuns ??? as he comes in for a fight, and Aph spikes ??? into the mat with a hard DDT! She doesn't go for the cover, though, instead pulling up the Mystery Man and whipping him into her team's corner. She then smirks and gives Ice Man the finger, which causes him to come in, wanting a piece of Jordan. The ref goes to get Ice out of the ring, allowing Black Phoenix to choke out ??? in the corner with the tag rope. Ice finally gets out of the ring as Jordan makes the tag to BP.

Caelan Tyler: Underhanded tactics by Aph and BP, but effective as ??? is in deep trouble.

Jake Steel: Not illegal if you don’t get caught, Caelan!

Black Phoenix comes into the ring, immediately working on the head of ??? as she connects with elbows. Somehow, ??? does not end up bleeding as BP finally relents and sends the Man with No Name into the ropes. Off the rebound, ??? ducks the clothesline, tucks into a roll, and makes the tag to The Ice Man, who has recovered on the outside. Ice quickly comes in, dropping Black Phoenix to the mat with a stiff right jab. The Firefly is back up, and gets rocked again with another right jab. Black Phoenix's mask is slightly askew as Ice whips her into the ropes and nearly cuts her in half with a spear! Here's the cover:

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Left shoulder barely up, and Aph comes in to stomp the back of Ice's head as insurance.

Caelan Tyler: Did you see the impact on that spear?!

Jake Steel: False sense of security, Caelan. Let the man think he's winning, and then take it from him!

The former champ rolls off of BP, and Jordan thinks quickly by pulling the Firefly a little closer to the corner as she exits the ring, the referee chastising her for doing so. However, the cheap tactic proves to be effective as Black Phoenix makes the tag. Aph comes in, stomping Ice in the back to keep him from making the tag to ???. She taunts the Mystery Man in the corner, prompting him to come in illegally. As the ref turns to deal with ???, Aph blatantly kicks Ice below the belt! The crowd groans in unison as that blow is enough to allow Jordan to drag her heavier opponent closer to her corner as ??? finally leaves the ring on threat of disqualification. Aph pulls Ice closer to the turnbuckles, then stands on the middle rope before leaping off with a driving elbow, the point of the elbow impacting the center of the forehead.

Jake Steel: WHOOOOOOOOOO!

Caelan Tyler: Yes, folks, the cry of exultation you just heard means that someone has been busted open.

Jake Steel: Get 'im, Aph!

The sight of blood on Ice's forehead seems to incite Aph, as she goes to the head, stomping on Ice with her boots, looking to widen the laceration. There is movement at the entryway, as the fans all turn to see who it is.

Caelan Tyler: Wait a minute... that's Jason Chase. We saw him attack PIC two weeks ago... is that a bag of flour he's carrying?

Jake Steel: Flour? Is he going to bake a cake out here or something?

Caelan Tyler: Regardless, we last saw him on OWF Addiction earlier in the week, and he proceeded to verbally bash both NLW and OWF.

Jake Steel: Really? I'm starting to like this guy already.

Jordan is paying no mind to the newcomer as her eyes are focused on the crimson fluid coming out of The Ice Man's head. After about thirty seconds of stomping on her downed opponent, Aph finally pulls Ice to his feet, only to drop him with a vile DDT! Smirking, she heads to her corner, climbing the turnbuckles on the outside before leaping off and scoring Divine Intervention, her 450 splash! Cover:

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Thr--??? with a double axe handle to break the pin!

Caelan Tyler: That nearly ended it there, but what is with Jason Chase? There has to be a reason he's just standing here watching the match. After all, he did take out PIC two weeks ago.

Jake Steel: Maybe he's trying to get an upskirt of Aph.

Caelan Tyler: Uh, Jake, she's not wearing a skirt.

Jake Steel: Details, details...

Aph looks ready to end this as she lets Ice get to his feet. Jordan waits by the ropes, looking for the right moment to strike. Finally she sees it, and springboards off the middle rope, looking for another DDT variant...but Ice catches her in mid-air and plants her in the center of the ring with a thunderous spinebuster! Both grapplers are down as the ref begins to count.

Caelan Tyler: Both combatants are down inside the ring, and outside, it seems as if Chase has gotten the attention of ???.

Jake Steel: Probably wants to know what kind of cake he likes. I'm thinking sponge.

As the ref gets to a count of three, and both Ice and Aph are beginning to stir, ??? bends down to hear what Chase has to say. Without warning, Jason Chase throws the contents of the bag into ???'s face. As ??? recoils, Chase turns and walks back up the entrance ramp, stopping on the stage. His vision clearing, the Mystery Man is about to run after his assailant, but notices Ice crawling towards the corner. Putting the match first, he reaches out for the tag. Ice is within arm's reach and as he looks up into the flour-coated face of ???, he literally stops dead in his tracks. The Man with No Name reaches out and tags Ice regardless, and steps into the ring. The crowd has been stunned into silence as some of them finally realize what is going on.

Caelan Tyler: My God! Is that who I think it is?

Jake Steel: Yes! ??? is Casper the Friendly Ghost!

Caelan Tyler: No! That's The Lost Soul! ??? is The Lost Soul!

Jake Steel: You're kidding! He's TLS?

Revelation put aside, ???--or The Lost Soul--is taking on both Aph and Black Phoenix. In his corner, Ice has a look of stunned disbelief on his face as TLS continues to be on fire. Aph goes down to a clothesline, BP to a bodyslam. Aph gets slammed herself, and then clotheslined over the top rope. Black Phoenix is left alone with the newly-revealed Lost Soul, as Ice still has this look of disbelief in the corner.

Caelan Tyler: I still can't believe this. All this time, it's The Lost Soul. I can't believe this; this guy is a legend from the old ICWF.

Jake Steel: Well, now I guess we know why Jason Chase has been hanging around NLW.

Caelan Tyler: Indeed. Chase is the protégé of The Lost Soul, and he just revealed TLS's identity. I'm still in shock, and so is this crowd.

Jake Steel: Yeah, like someone pressed the mute button on these morons...

Ice Man has walked into the ring, looking at his partner in a new light. He puts a hand on TLS's shoulder, but the former Mystery Man spins around, grabs Ice and plants him with a head-and-arm suplex! Ice is down on the canvas as Lost Soul tries to brush some of the flour off his face as he leaves the ring. The referee seems to be at a loss as to what the heck is going on as Aph climbs the turnbuckles near Ice.

Caelan Tyler: Wait, the match is still going? Where is The Lost Soul heading to?

Jake Steel: Maybe he doesn't even know who he is, Cael! He's left Ice for dead!

Jordan is on the top rope as she balances for a moment before landing the French Kiss on her opponent! She licks Ice's cheek, despite a little blood that has run down it, and holds the cover:

1

2

3!

The bell rings as 'Dead Man Walking' hits the speakers. Aph stands in the ring, a sinister grin on her face as her hand is raised by the referee.

Zach King: Here are your winners... the team of THE BLACK PHOENIX and APHRODISIA JORDAN!

Caelan Tyler: TLS still doesn't seem to realize who he is, he's just staring confused at Chase.

Jake Steel: Not often that I'm surprised, but he's TLS? I was expecting Peter Cottontail at this point.

Caelan Tyler: Nah, that was the SSW Jake.

Jake Steel: ...Where?

TLS is confused and begins to wipe the flour off his face as Aphrodisia scowls at him while walking up the entrance ramp. Ice Man is still recovering in the ring, with Black Phoenix standing over him, motionless. TLS looks up to the jumbotron, showing him with the flour on his face.

Caelan Tyler: It all makes sense now, Jason Chase hanging around these last couple of weeks.

Jake Steel: Yeah, I knew it all along.

Caelan Tyler: Just a second ago you said you were surprised.

Jason Chase pulls out a microphone, and the second the fans notice this the boos start.

Jason Chase: Yeah yeah. I deserve it. But listen up. I came here to the NLW for one reason and for one reason only. It's that man.

Jason Chase points to TLS, who has slid back into the ring, still looking confused by the situation.

Jason Chase: Week after week, I would see him come out and make an ass out of himself, not knowing who the hell he is. I was sick and tired of seeing one of the greatest wrestlers EVER, be treated like he was a nothing, a nobody. But by revealing this man as TLS, I've jeopardized his life as well as mine. I know the reasons for his amnesia. I know the reasons as to why TLS disappeared 4 years ago.

Caelan Tyler: I'm sure everyone wants to know. This is going to be interesting.

Jake Steel: I already know what happened, but I was keeping a secret for fear that something might happen to Caelan Tyler.

Jason Chase: 4 years ago, a plane carrying 5 passengers crashed off the coast of Eastern New York. All 5 passengers died in the crash. 1 pilot, 3 FBI agents, and Cardinal Ricardo Vestiggio. All the news articles printed out reports of the crash and the Vatican held a day of mourning for the Cardinal. But what they left out was there was in fact 6 men on that plane that night. His name is Thomas Leviticus Samson. You people know him as The Lost Soul. And there's a reason why he was not reported as being a passenger on that plane. We're talking government cover-up here folks. This is big. This is huge. Now that TLS has been revealed this world that you know will never be the same. I tried to keep from revealing his identity but I just couldn't take it...

Someone comes out from the back and attacks Jason Chase from behind.

Caelan Tyler: What the hell? That's TRENT STEEL! What's he doing here? We still haven't heard what Jason Chase has to say about TLS.

Jake Steel: Well TLS or ??? or whoever attacked Trent at an OWF show, so it looks like he's coming for payback.

Trent knocks Chase to the ground, pulling up a steel chair and bringing it down hard across Jason's skull. Trent grins as he walks down to the ring, still holding the chair as TLS glares at him. TLS's focus fails him though, as Black Phoenix delivers a superkick, catching him in the back of the head and knocking him to the mat. Trent slides in, rolling TLS over and placing the chair down across TLS's throat, holding him in place. The fans boo as BP slides out of the ring, grabbing a microphone and handing it to Trent.

Trent Steel: I bet you didn't expect to see me here, did you?

The fans begin to boo mercilessly as Trent continues to hold the chair across the throat.

Trent Steel: I don't care if you're TLS, or Jesse Williams, or Draco, or anyone else, you do not pull one over on me!

Black Phoenix slides back into the ring, and she quickly pulls off her mask, revealing that this is not the Black Phoenix the fans of NLW know.

Caelan Tyler: That's not BP!

Jake Steel: What the hell?!

Caelan Tyler: I guess that explains why she kept the mask on the whole time!

Trent Steel: You need to learn TLS, that if you plan on fucking with me, I am ALWAYS one step ahead. It wasn't difficult dressing up one of my members of the Cult of Steel as Black Phoenix, since she didn't bother showing up tonight.

The fans boo as the follower of Trent's continues to put the boots to Ice Man, keeping the big man from getting up.

Trent Steel: So this is my parting gift to you, TLS, something to remember next time you decide you want to fuck with the Cult of Steel.

Trent lifts the chair up, but brings it crashing down immediately, cracking the steel on TLS. He does this again and again, until TLS is left motionless. Trent then turns is attention to Ice Man, cracking him over the head as well. Trent and the cultist both exit the ring, the crowd booing mercilessly.

Caelan Tyler: Trent Steel making his presence felt, and I don't think this is what Jason Chase had in mind when he 'revealed' who TLS is.

Jake Steel: Well if he was dumb enough to attack someone like Trent Steel he totally deserved it.

Caelan Tyler: I will admit though, sneaking in one of his cultists as Black Phoenix was a shrewd move on Trent's part, but where's the real Black Phoenix?

Jake Steel: No clue...

We open in the familiar confines of Jack Sullivan's home office away from home office that travels comfortably from arena to arena, wherein he is poring over documents and generally looking busy. The door stutters open to admit Piter Svoboda, who is walking as though his bones were disintegrated through overexposure to competitive low-rider sound systems. He gelatinizes in, his pupils dominating his face in a manner reminiscent of an anime character.

Jack Sullivan: Oh, for the love of- what do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?

Piter splashes into a chair, grinning from shoulder to shoulder.

Piter Svoboda: Hey, chief.

Jack Sullivan: And I ask again, what the hell do you want?

Piter Svoboda: So, uh, I think I missed my match, because I heard somebody say the tournament is over for the night.

Sullivan expresses his rebuttal with plentiful hand gestures.

Jack Sullivan: No, I think you missed the bus. The Gold Rush tournament bus. It took off without you. You gave your transfer to Jackrabbit. Bye bye, Gold Rush tournament bus!

Piter waves at a point that is somewhere to Sullivan's right and moving steadily away from him.

Piter Svoboda: Bye bye, bus!

Jack Sullivan: And so, if I may repeat myself again, what on earth could you possibly want?

Piter Svoboda: Uh...

Jack Sullivan: Look, my patience is running out.

Piter Svoboda: Is that a bus, too?

Jack Sullivan: If I have to repeat myself one more time-

Piter Svoboda: I want another match.

Jack Sullivan: Great. Sure. I must be paying you for something, even if you're an awful ringer.

Piter Svoboda: Yet.

Jack Sullivan: Sure, yet, why not? Are we done?

Piter Svoboda: Who am I facing?

Jack looks at Piter with a potent blend of pity and contempt.

Jack Sullivan: Does it really matter?

Piter looks at Jack for a moment before shaking his head 'no' as the scene cuts back to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: I guess Piter Svoboda is still under contract. We haven't seen him since he lost to The Jackrabbit. He didn't look of right mind though...

Caelan Tyler: He looked stoned!

Caelan Tyler: What makes you say that?

Jake Steel: ...Ever been stoned Cael?

Caelan Tyler: ...Good point.

The curtain parts, as a garishly dressed figure little known to the NLW audience steps through. The fellow flashes not a smile at the arena, but a venomous scowl as he holds a microphone to his mouth.

Specter: Would it kill you dipshits in the production truck to have my theme on hand? 'Viva Las Vegas,' by The Dead Kennedys. Next time don't botch my fucking entrance.

Sticking his free hand in the air in an exaggerated gesture of greeting, Specter flashes a salesman smile at the audience.

Specter: Hi, NLW. Some of you know me. Some of you are meeting me for the first time. Either way, text your buddies, pull your fat asses up to the TV screen and grab a bottle of lotion. If you thought Jesse Williams was good, get ready to jizz blood.

The Venetian Vandal pauses a moment, checking his wrist for a non-existent watch before going on.

Specter: I figure you guys aren't doing a great job of following the situation, so I'll break it down for you Dora the Explorer style. My fed can beat up your fed. Or not. But they sure as hell think they can. As the outsider of the Outsider Wrestling Federation, I'm going to play devil-on-the-shoulder and educate you NLW fuck-tards on the OWF. You've met Jesse. He's the OWF world champion and also happens to be a wanted criminal. I know what you're thinking. Having a Suicide
Girl as the world champ isn't a step up, but at least she's over with the internet smarks who like to jerk it to Hot Topic broads. We've got a champion that hearts Moxie, and consequently isn't going to be able to buy booze in the states for another four years. On the flip side, we're more progressive. Mr. and Mrs. Trent Steel, our PDA and Takes-It-Up-The-Ass champions are the first openly gay couple to hold tag team gold. It's a shame they don't fight as hard in the ring as they do to get their marriage recognized.

A strategic pause comes in, allowing time for a mostly negative reaction from the crowd. With a shrug, Specter continues.

Specter: Yeah, it's more of a special class than a wrestling federation, but those are the champs. These jack-offs are the best the OWF has to offer and they're going to waltz right through this entire company.

Beginning a walk back through the entryway, Specter takes a look over his shoulder and gives the crowd one last message.

Specter: Unless you guys have something to say about it. We'll see. My name's Specter and I'm here to pick a fucking fight.

His piece said, Specter takes a moment to stare at the ceiling in anticipation of his theme hitting. When only silence answers, he disappears into the back.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like more people from the OWF are looking to make a statement here tonight.

Jake Steel: Going back to his comment on under aged for buying things, I've just gotten word that a match next has been booked on request of a new sponsor called King Skull cigarettes. It's going to be Jason Spire versus Nirvana.

Caelan Tyler: Nirvana? Why does that name sound familiar?

Jake Steel: Beats me, we'll find out next week. I'm hoping for some abuse though!

Caelan Tyler: Speaking of abuse Jake, it's main event time!

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: The following match is a Fans' Choice match, and it is a Gold Rush Quarterfinal match for the Anarchy X Championship! 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... JIIIIIIIIIIIN ROYAAAAALE!

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

Caelan Tyler: This is going to be a huge match for Jin, who's looking to prove himself here by not only advancing in the Gold Rush tournament, but by winning the Anarchy X championship.

Jake Steel: He won't pull it off, The Machine is going to run roughshod on him here.

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

Zach King: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California... Weighing in at 277 pounds... He is the reigning NLW Anarchy X Champion... 'THE MACHINE' BRAD JACKSON!

Caelan Tyler: And there's our reigning Anarchy X champion. Both men are likely pretty worse for wear here, having each been the victim of a sneak attack in the backstage area tonight.

Jake Steel: Doesn't matter, Jackson is a monster and he's going to crush Jin like a paper cup.

Before the match can start, the jumbotron flickers to life, revealing none other than Jack Sullivan. The crowd boos as he appears, causing him to shake his head in disgust.

Jack Sullivan: Glad to hear you all give me that kind of reception, since I'm here to announce what the match will be. I know I booked it as Fans' Choice, but I saw the results and quite frankly... Fuck the fans!

The boos are damn near deafening, as Jin shakes his head in disgust. Jackson doesn't seem to care either way though.

Jack Sullivan: The following match will be a--

???: Lumberjack match.

Caelan Tyler: What the?

The jumbotron cuts out, leaving a lone figure standing on the entrance ramp.

Caelan Tyler: Wait, that's Chase Johnson! That's the president of the OWF!

Prez CJ: Consider your challenge accepted Jack, and to start things off, why don't we go with a lumberjack match, shall we? Let's bring 'em out!

'Get It' by Chevelle starts up, and the whole OWF roster walks down the entrance ramp, surrounding the ring. Both men in the ring look a bit flustered as the bell rings. Jin stares down people on the outside, and Jackson quickly capitalizes, delivering a clubbing blow from behind! Jackson then whips Jin into the ropes, leveling him with a lariat. Jin bounces back up, only to get taken down by a hip toss. Jackson then delivers a sharp kick to the back, causing Jin to wince in pain.

Caelan Tyler: Jackson capitalizing on the distract of Jin here, quickly going on the assault while Jin had his back turned.

Jake Steel: Which is easy to do when your opponent is Jin, that man has the attention span of a house cat.

Caelan Tyler: No he doesn't.

Jake Steel: You're right, it's even shorter.

Jackson goes to bounce off the ropes for some momentum, but as he does so Jared Wave reaches in and grabs his foot. Jackson turns around, trying to free himself. This buys Jin some time to get back to his feet, and he grabs Jackson, spinning him around and unloading with rights. Jin continues to unleash a barrage of blows before rearing back and winding up, delivering a massive European uppercut that sends Jackson over the top rope to the outside!

Caelan Tyler: SAOTOME RISING!

Jake Steel: ...Huh?

Caelan Tyler: The Saotome Rising. That's what Jin calls that move.

Jake Steel: What a stupid name for an uppercut.

Immediately the lumberjacks swarm to Jackson, getting their licks in on the Anarchy X champion. Jin quickly notices this, and catapults himself over the top rope, crash landing not only onto Jackson, but several OWFers as well. 'Jin' chants start in the crowd as Jin gets back to his feet, immediately trading blows with the OWF's X-Terminator as The Machine slowly starts to bring himself to his feet as well.

Caelan Tyler: Jin taking the fight right to the lumberjacks here, although I don't really see the wisdom in such a move.

Jake Steel: There is none. Jin's a total idiot for taking this course of action and Jackson is going to nail him to the wall for it.

Caelan Tyler: Jackson's going to need to fight his way out of that mob himself first.

Jackson quickly clubs Jin from behind before grabbing Jin by the trunks and tossing him back into the ring. Jackson quickly follows suit himself, going for a quick cover:

1!

2!

No, kickout by Jin! Jackson shakes his head in frustration before pulling Jin to his feet, kneeing him in the gut on the way up. With Jin doubled over, Jackson quickly lifts him up and over with a gutwrench suplex, bouncing Jin's body off of the mat. Jackson again goes for the cover:

1!

2!

No, again it's no good!

Caelan Tyler: Jackson going for the quick pin attempts here to try to escape the mob with his title intact, but Jin is able to get the shoulder up each time.

Jake Steel: Come on Jackson, hook the leg next time! We all know Jin's just doing that on muscle reflex! Hook the leg and he can't!

Caelan Tyler: Muscle reflex?

Jake Steel: Yeah, Jin's so used to being on his back that he's conditioned himself to spasm his arm up when it happens.

Caelan Tyler: Oh brother.

By this point Jack Sullivan has gotten out to the stage area, and he's directing several security guards and NLW wrestlers out to ringside to try to handle the situation. All this seems to do though is cause a brawl to break out between the two factions. Inside the ring, Jackson pulls Jin to his feet, tossing him across the ring with an overhead belly to belly. Jackson yells out as he sets Jin up and hits his Ego Trip leg sweep faceslam! With Jin down again, Jackson again goes for another pin, this time hooking the leg:

1!

2!

No, kickout!

Caelan Tyler: Things are quickly getting out of hand here at ringside, with Jackson still trying to put Jin away as fast as possible.

Jake Steel: Keep at it Jax, he can't kick out forever!

Jackson slams his fist into the mat in frustration as he pulls Jin to his feet, but Jin cuts him off with a stiff jab. The two start to trade blows, with Jackson using a knee to cut Jin off before whipping him into the ropes. Jackson set him up for a back body drop, but Jin telegraphs it into a beautiful floatover DDT that leaves both men lying motionless in the ring, struggling to catch their breath. Outside of the ring, the NLW and OWF rosters continue to brawl, with Josh Allen sliding a chair into the ring near Jackson.

Caelan Tyler: Josh Allen just slid a chair in to Jackson! Why would he want to do that?

Jake Steel: Well duh, he doesn't want that poser Jin Royale getting his hands on the Anarchy X championship or advancing in this tournament.

Caelan Tyler: Well the winner of this match does go on to face Josh Allen at the next Uprising, but I'd hardly consider Jin a poser, he's a highly decorated competitor in this sport!

Jake Steel: Yeah, like 5 years ago. What has he done for us lately Cael?

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: Thought so!

Jackson reaches over for the chair, but before he can put it to good use Jin cuts him off, stomping on his hand and keeping Jackson from picking the chair up off the mat. Jin then delivers a stomp to the side of The Machine's head before lifting him up, hooking him and hitting a double underhook suplex. Jin then quickly mounts his opponent, unloading a flurry of rights onto his skull before pushing him down and hooking the leg:

1!

2!

No, kickout by Jackson!

Caelan Tyler: Jin able to cut Jackson off before that chair could come into play, although the 'win quick' strategy doesn't seem to really be working for him either.

Jake Steel: Jackson is way too tough for that sort of BS to work Cael. Jin's going to have to kill Jackson and pry the Anarchy X championship from his cold, dead fingers if he wants that belt.

Caelan Tyler: Well that was a little morbid.

Jake Steel: So was your mom!

Caelan Tyler: Okay, seriously man, you've used that line just too many times.

Jake Steel: What? Get over it already!

Jin quickly pulls Jackson up, whipping him into the ropes while Jin bounces off of the opposite ropes. As Jackson comes back Jin levels him with a spinning clothesline, the fans erupting as Jackson goes down. Jin then points to the top turnbuckle, quickly climbing up the ropes and positioning himself for a high risk maneuver. Before he could take advantage though, Specter from the OWF jumps onto the apron, slamming his arm into the back of Jin's knee and causing him to lose his balance. Jin falls, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle while Jackson gets back to his feet.

Caelan Tyler: Jin going high risk there, but it certainly doesn't pay off as Specter makes his presence felt here.

Jake Steel: Hey, I'm taking a liking to that Specter guy.

Caelan Tyler: You would.

Jackson quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle, hooking Jin's head. Jin struggles to try to free himself, but The Machine is too strong, and he's able to hit the superplex, leaving both men lying in the ring. After a few moments, Jackson comes to first, walking over to the chair. Jin starts to get up, rolling first onto his knees, but Jackson makes him pay for that by slamming the steel down hard across Jin's exposed back. Jin falls back to the mat, and Jackson rolls him over, going for the pin attempt:

1!

2!

No, Jin just barely gets that shoulder up in time! The frustration is clearly evident in Jackson's face as he berates the referee for his count.

Caelan Tyler: Jin barely able to hold on there, although you gotta wonder how much the former OWF World champion has left in the tank.

Jake Steel: Judging by what's happening here, I'd say not much. Jackson is about to put an end to this charade of a match.

Caelan Tyler: We'll just have to wait and see Jake.

While Jackson argues with the referee, outside the numbers game between security and the full NLW roster has allowed them to pretty much contain the OWF roster, keeping them away from the ring. Jackson drags Jin to his feet, positioning the chair and then calling for the end of the match, hooking him and looking to drive Jin face-first into the steel. Before Jackson can do so, however, Jin is able to shove him loose, sending Jackson flying into the ropes. Jackson bounces back, and Jin quickly catches him with a Showstopper Superkick!

Caelan Tyler: SHOWSTOPPER!

Jake Steel: NOOO!

Jin takes a moment to recollect himself before realizing that now is his chance. He quickly pulls Jackson up, throwing his arm around him and delivering a Fade to Black, slamming Jackson down hard onto the steel chair. Jin pauses for a moment, as if wondering if he should go for the pin or not. He doesn't once he spots Jason Stone on the apron, holding another chair in hand.

Caelan Tyler: Stoner on the apron with another chair. What on Earth could Jin have in mind that would be worth putting off going for the pin?

Jake Steel: It's that short attention span, Jason is inadvertently distracting his partner with a shiny object.

Caelan Tyler: Doubtful.

Jake Steel: Never know.

Stoner hands Jin the chair, who positions it over Jackson's head and face. Jason drops down from the apron, only to catch a lariat from Josh Allen! This is unknown to Jin, however, as he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Once he gets up there, Jin steadies himself, but Allen now reaches up and grabs onto Jin's leg, not letting him take flight. As this occurs, the crowd roars as the OWF's Jesse Williams, who was not out earlier with the rest of the roster, leaps over the barricade and quickly spears Allen to the mat!

Caelan Tyler: Jesse Williams just speared Josh Allen!

Jake Steel: Man, you must be heartbroken.

Caelan Tyler: Shush you.

With his path now cleared, Jin takes to the air, flipping and landing the Revolution 9, driving the chair into Jackson's face! The crowd roars as Jin quickly hooks the leg:

1!

2!

3!

Zach King: Here is your winner... and NEEEEEEEW Anarchy X Champion... JIIIIIIIIN ROYALE!

Caelan Tyler: He did it Jake! Jin managed to beat The Machine!

Jake Steel: That's it, I'm done for the night. Peace out kids.

Caelan Tyler: Well, that is about all the time we have here tonight, see you next Uprising!

The referee hands Jin the Anarchy X Championship, which he holds up proudly as other members of Explicit Content filter into the ring to celebrate as the scene fades to black...