'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, followed by images of the last Uprising. Taurus 'Toro' Black took down Deacon Evers, while a match between Frankie Wilde and Plague was ruled no contest after the interference of EJ Slayer. In what was a match full of surprises, Aphrodisia Jordan and 'Black Phoenix' took down ??? and The Ice Man, only for it to be revealed that 'Black Phoenix' was not BP at all, but rather one of Trent Steel's followers, and that ??? is none other than ICWF Hall of Famer The Lost Soul! In the Gold Rush tournament, Josh Allen defeated Jason Stone, Draco bested The Jackrabbit, and Talon beat Kevin Heat while in our main event, Jin Royale defeated Brad Jackson for the Anarchy X championship in a lumberjack match! The scene cuts to ringside, with Caelan Tyler and Jake Steel.

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome to Uprising here in jolly ol' England! This is Caelan Tyler with the world's best living reason to be Pro-Choice, Jake Steel!

Jake Steel: Fuck off.

Caelan Tyler: You're just pissed that we're in the UK.

Jake Steel: Nothing good ever came outta this country.

Caelan Tyler: Um, the US Jake?

Jake Steel: Fluke.

Caelan Tyler: ...Anyways, we got an action-packed show here tonight for all of you, with Piter Svoboda and Taurus Black opening the show in a Destiny title match qualifier, Plague taking on newcomer 'Untamed' Nick James, a match being present by King Skull cigarettes that has Nirvana taking on Jason Spire, Aphrodisia Jordan taking on The Lost Soul, and for Gold Rush Draco taking on Talon and Josh Allen facing off against Jin Royale!

Jake Steel: Don't forget the abuse!

Caelan Tyler: Oh right, and for our main event, The Phoenix will put up the Legacy championship against the OWF's X-Terminator, who will be putting up his PDA championship in a 2 out of 3 falls match!

Jake Steel: I look forward to seeing X-Terminator being a triple champion Cael.

Caelan Tyler: You never know what will happen Jake.

Caelan Tyler: Sure I do. Ducks quack, Brits have bad teeth, and The Phoenix chokes. It's in their nature.

The cameras cut to the parking lot of the arena in the great city of Wimbledon. The last of the NLW fans rush to get into the arena before the show begins. From around the corner a black Lincoln is seen pulling quickly around the bend. It rushes up along the streets towards the entrance to the arena. The Lincoln with tinted windows slams on its breaks before impacting with an NLW fan wearing a 'Society' t-shirt. The smoke clears from the tires of the car and the back door quickly swings open to the excitement of the fans. A large, man sized foot steps out from the passenger side door. The black Gucci shoe steps into a small puddle before exiting the car. The man is quickly seen as Trent Steel from the OWF. The cameras pan into the Lincoln to get a glimpse of anyone else who is inside. A few gorgeous females step out of the limo is prom style dresses. Justin Zane also steps out of the limo to the annoyance of the fans.

Caelan Tyler: Well it looks like the Cult of Steel is here in full force.

The final man to step out of the limo is the OWF PDA and Blood champion X-Terminator. He holds both of the titles over each of his shoulders firmly. He is seen wearing a black Cult of Steel T-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of black Oakley sunglasses. He hides his face quickly so that the paparazzi cannot get their shots. Everyone struggles to get a glimpse at the man of the hour, set to defend his PDA champion on his opposing program.

Jake Steel: Whoo! X-T is in the HOUSE! And he brought reinforcements!

Another black Lincoln pulls around the corner and up behind the other. The doors swing open yet again as a swarm of OWF security exit the vehicle. 10 men in total exit the stretch sized Lincoln as they join The Cult of Steel. All at once, they approach the doors towards the arena and make their entrance into the building.

Caelan Tyler: Correction, now the reinforcements are here. NLW, be on high alert for anything and everything.

Jake Steel: Okay now you're just scaring everybody.

Caelan Tyler: And why should I be telling them that Jake? This could turn into a very bad situation Jake.

Jake Steel: No way, X-T will kick Phoenix's lard ass and all will be right in the world of wrestling again.

Caelan Tyler: ...Right, will it's time for our first match of the evening now...

The house lights cut out. Four beats on the ride, and the opening riff of 'Cheat' kicks in.

I get violent when I'm fucked up
I get silent when I'm drugged up
I want excitement, if I don't get none I go wild

The curtain jerks aside and Piter Svoboda slinks through. He's decked out in faded cutoff cargo shorts of indeterminate color belted with his trademark knotted bike chain, a faded black MVW T-shirt, and black steel toe Redwings. His hair is its typical unnatural blonde and appears to be freshly spiked.

I don't know what the fuck to do about it
If you play the game you get nothing out of it
You find out for yourself by trying to be good

Piter stays at the top of the ramp for a moment to do a standing backflip, showcasing his agility, and then a moment longer to soak in his mixed crowd reaction. The majority of the arena is silent, but scattered pockets of fans boo while the occasional attempt to start an 'M-V-DUB' chant is heard.

You better cheat, cheat
No reason to play fair
Cheat, cheat
You can get anywhere
Cheat, cheat
And you can win

Svoboda sprints down to the ring, largely ignored by the fans, and slides under the bottom rope, ready to compete.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a qualifier for the Destiny Title match at Turbulence! Making his way to the ring first, from Boston, Massachusetts... Weighing in at 185 pounds... PITER SVOBODA!

Caelan Tyler: This match was set up on last Uprising, when Piter went to Jack looking for a match.

Jake Steel: Too bad the guy was too out of it to know what he was getting himself into.
The boos start as the first guitar chords hit, the music picks up as Taurus swaggers onto the ramp. As the lyrics kick in Taurus strolls to the ring, with Saci in tow stopping the fans from touching greatness.

Zach King: Making his way to the ring, from Sao Paulo, Brazil... Weighing in at 257 pounds... TAURUS 'TORO' BLACK!

Black stops at the top of the steps to soak in Manson's vocals.

'But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit'

As the chorus repeats he steps through the ropes and stares down the crowd.

'Fight, fight, fight, fight...'

Caelan Tyler: Taurus Black got off to a bit of a rocky start at first, losing to Draco in a triple threat match...

Jake Steel: Clearly Frankie's fault!

Caelan Tyler: Right, but he then got back on track by defeating Deacon Evers last Uprising, which earned him this match here tonight.

The bell sounds as the two men begin circling the center of the ring. After a quick lock up Svoboda sends the larger man over with an arm drag takedown. Black quickly gets to his feet only to be greeted with another arm drag. Still barely phased, Toro pops back up and Svoboda goes for a third arm drag. This time Black telegraphs the move and drops to one knee, putting himself behind Svoboda. Black quickly stands Piter up and spins around, landing a neckbreaker that briefly takes the wind out of Svoboda's sails.

Caelan Tyler: A little bit of offense from both sides as this match gets under way.

Jake Steel: You call that offense? I did more than that last night.

Caelan Tyler: Last night?

Jake Steel: Your mom! Seriously, how do you still not get how this works?

Both men get back to their feet quickly but Black is up first. After yelling something about arm drags at Svoboda he sends him into the ropes and upon his return lands an arm drag of his own, opting to hold on to his arm and put him into an arm bar submission. The hold is quickly broken as Svoboda puts his leg onto the ropes and Black is forced to let him go.

Caelan Tyler: Looking for some payback for the early arm drags Black goes for a submission early but it's quickly broken.

Jake Steel: He should have held it anyways.

The two once again lock up and Black sends his opponent into the corner, following him in to deliver a clothesline but is instead met with a foot to the face. Svoboda springs from the corner and begins kicking his stunned opponent. He gets in two kicks before black catches the third. Svoboda goes for the quick enzuguri but Black ducks it and he falls to the mat. He tries to follow up but Svoboda is able to quickly roll away and get back to his feet.

Caelan Tyler: Both men looking frustrated as neither has been able to get any momentum in this match.

Jake Steel: They aren't the only ones who are getting frustrated Caelan. Talk about boring. Watch my stuff.

Caelan Tyler: Hey what are you doing? Where are you going?

Jake Steel: One word Cael: nachos.

The two men size each other up before locking up yet again. Black thinks quickly and pulls Svoboda in close, then tosses him with a side belly to belly. Black quickly gets to his feet and is relieved to find that Svoboda is just beginning to stand. Black pulls him the rest of the way up and sends him into the far corner, trying once again to follow up with a clothesline. This time there is no foot in his way and he connects, sending Svoboda to the mat. Black goes for the cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Caelan Tyler: Black looking to sneak a win in early but comes up short.

Toro lifts his opponent back to his feet and gives him a big knife edge chop, followed by another, and another. After the third he sends Svoboda into the ropes. Svoboda bounces off and ducks Black's clothesline, rebounds off of the opposite ropes and is caught with a big boot to the face, dropping him to the mat. Black quickly drops down and goes for the pin.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Caelan Tyler: Another quick pin attempt by Black but Svoboda manages to kick out after two.

Black once again lifts Svoboda to his feet and places him in the corner. He hits him with a few chops and then follows up with a big elbow to the side of Svoboda's head. He then lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle and begins to climb up himself. As he reaches the middle rope he bends down to lift Svoboda up and receives a thumb to his eye for his troubles. Black drops back down and stumbles away from the corner as he rubs his eye. Svoboda climbs up to the top rope and leaps off, connecting with a missile dropkick the sends Black to the mat but is unable to follow up.

Caelan Tyler: Big desperation dropkick there by Svoboda but he just couldn't follow up.

Black is the first one to his feet and he slowly approaches Svoboda who is trying to use the ropes to pull himself up. He grabs him and pulls him in, preparing to suplex him. He lifts but Svoboda blocks. Black gibes him a punch to the ribs and lifts again, Svoboda blocks again. Black swings for his ribs for a second time but this time he is ready for it. Svoboda slips his head out as he catches Blacks hand, he then puts his head underneath Black's chin and drops to his knees. Black begins reeling from the jawbreaker, but is able to stay on his feet.

Caelan Tyler: Svoboda may be catching his second wind here.

Still on his knees, Svoboda begins attacking Black's midsection but Black is able to quickly regain his composure and blocks the second punch before bending down and lifting Svoboda up, going for a powerbomb. However Svoboda thinks quickly and is able to slip out, grabbing Blacks hair on the way down and smashing his face into the mat. Svoboda flips over his opponent and tries for a pin.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Caelan Tyler: Savage counter there by Svoboda but Black is able to kick out before the three count.

Svoboda gets to his feet and looks down at Black before pulling his leg back and kicking him in the face. Black grabs his face and rolls around on the mat a bit as Piter circles around and gets another good kick to the face in. Black continues rolling on the mat getting closer to the apron. This time Svoboda grabs the ropes for leverage and begins delivering rapid kicks to Black's shoulders and ribs. He continues the assault until Black rolls out of the ring and stumbles away from the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Piter Svoboda seems to have taken over the match now and is handing out his own share of... dare I say it... Abuse...

Black finds the guard rail and leans against it as he tries to catch his breath. He pulls his hands away from his face and finally sees the blood that has begun to pour from his nose. He takes a moment to clear the cobwebs and then turns to face the ring. Black's eyes go wide as he sees Svoboda who is already airborne. Before Black can move Svoboda lands and they both fall to the floor.

Caelan Tyler: Both men are down after that suicidal leap by Svoboda and the referee has started the count. I hope those are some good nachos 'cause Jake is missing one hell of a match.

1

2

Both men begin to stir.

3

Svoboda is to his feet as Black makes it to one knee.

4

5

6

As Black finally makes it to his feet Svoboda grabs his arm and whips him towards the ring post only to be countered and run head first into the cold steel himself.

Caelan Tyler: Ouch, that had to hurt.

7

8

Black picks up Svoboda and slams his head into the ring apron.

9

Noticing the count Black rolls Svoboda into the ring and quickly follows him in. He stands up his opponent and lifts him onto his shoulders. After a few moments he tosses him into the air and drops to one knee, driving Svoboda onto it with a huge gutbuster. Svoboda bounces off and falls to the mat. Black goes for the pin.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Caelan Tyler: I don't know how Svoboda managed to kick out after that big move.

Jake Steel: Ok. I'm back. What did I miss? Wait, is that blood?

Caelan Tyler: Yes.

Jake Steel: There was abuse? And I missed it? NOOOO!!!!!!

Black wipes the blood from his face and then drags Svoboda to his feet yet again. He slowly tucks Svoboda's head between his legs and makes a motion with his hand across his throat. Black then hooks his arms underneath his opponent's and lifts him up, slamming him to the ground with his Black Death finisher. Black quickly goes for the cover.

1...

2...

3...

Zach King: Here is your winner... TAURUS 'TORO' BLACK!

Caelan Tyler: And Black is able to pick up the win after a very tight match.

Jake Steel: Damn nachos.

Caelan Tyler: So were they worth it Jake?
Jake Steel: ...No, they burnt the cheese...

Caelan Tyler: HA!

The camera cuts backstage, where OWF's Jason Chase is seen walking through the locker room. A chorus of boos comes in from the predominantly male audience as Chase walks with a swagger to his step. He sees a woman standing alone, a smile crossing his face as he moves towards her. Before he can get close, however, a pane of glass comes in from off-camera and gets smashed over his head.

Jake Steel: ABUSE!

Caelan Tyler: No kidding...

Chase collapses in a heap, as the camera pans down to see him lying on the concrete floor. A pair of red boots steps into the background of the picture, and a moment later the NLW Legacy Champion crouches down beside the fallen Chase. The champ seems to smirk a little as Chase writhes in pain.

The Phoenix: Funny thing about payback. You never see it coming.

Phoenix stands as the camera turns to follow him. He smiles at the young woman, who takes his proffered arm and leans up to kiss him on the cheek. Together, the two of them head off into the background as the camera cuts back to ringside.

Jake Steel: Wait, who in the hell is that desperate to be seen in public with that fat bastard?

Caelan Tyler: I believe that is his fiancée, Jake. In any event, Phoenix getting retribution from OWF Addiction this past Monday!

Jake Steel: Damnit, I marked for the King of Choke giving abuse? Motherfu--

Caelan Tyler: Watch it, Jake.

Jake Steel: Why should I? I just made a huge mistake.

Caelan Tyler: Whatever Jake...

Flickering red and purple stage lights strobe over the dimmed entrance and the upbeat tempo of Angry Young Man by Billy Joel slams out through the arena. The curtains burst open with flourish and James pauses on the stage, looking down to peer out at the crowd overtop his sunglasses. Soaking in their cheers for a moment, James brushes them off, marching toward the ring while he wraps white tape around his wrists. James leaps from the floor to the apron without even taking a running start, then hooks an arm over the middle rope and rolls through into the ring, throwing his arms out to the sides and spinning in a circle as he enjoys the spotlight.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Tulare, California... Weighing in at 171 pounds... 'UNTAMED' NICK JAMES!

Caelan Tyler: This is Nick James' first match in NLW, although right now it looks like he's been in a fight recently.

Jake Steel: Kid's got some bumps and bruises on him.

Caelan Tyler: His lower back is taped up too, wonder what happened?

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

PLAGUE STANDS ALONE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zach King: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 200 pounds... PLAGUE!

Caelan Tyler: This will be an interesting match up, the youngster James against the veteran in Plague.

Caelan Tyler: The smart veteran!

Caelan Tyler: He definitely showed that last Uprising, leaving Frankie Wilde to be dismantled by EJ Slayer.

Caelan Tyler: Definitely a cunning move on his part.

The bell sounds and this match is underway. Plague wastes no time at all exploited the injury of Nick James. A quick go behind and Plague is in position to drive his knee straight into the smaller man's lower back. Nick James drops to his knees in pain. Plague grabs James by the hair and tosses him down to the mat. He follows this up by standing on the injured man's lower back.

Caelan Tyler: Plague quickly taking advantage of the back of Nick James here.

Jake Steel: It's got a bull's eye on it, that's for damn sure.

The former OWF Champion is showing how cocky he is by letting James pull himself up to a standing position. Plague bounces off the ropes and heads for James like a freight train. Plague dives low hitting his trademark spear, also named Infected. The devastating spear was aimed precisely at his lower back. With Nick James writhing on the mat in pain, Plague starts ripping the shirt off of James' back. Soon the shirt is ripped to shreds and the small protective padding meets the same fate.

Caelan Tyler: Plague is just dominating here in the early going.

Jake Steel: This'll teach that punk kid to be cocky.

Nick James is holding his lower back in pain, but Plague is relentless in exploiting this injury. Plague drags James to the center of the ring to lock in Deathlock, his version of the Sharpshooter. Plague is practically sitting on the back of Nick James. James is screaming and clawing at the mat while the referee asks if he submits. James shakes his head with each scream not willing to say die.

Caelan Tyler: Submission early here by Plague, but young Nick James isn't ready to call it quits just yet.

The crowd is getting behind Nick James, stomping chairs, clapping their hands, and cheering their hearts out for this underdog daredevil. James somehow finds a way to put his hands underneath him. He is struggling. The bigger man is almost too much. The power of the crowd forces his arms up. Giving him an inner strength. He almost has it. Plague is sitting up. He can't hold the smaller man down. Nick James squirms free and wraps his arms and legs around the ropes. The crowd is exploding for the young man as Plague is forced away by the referee.

Caelan Tyler: James is able to grab the ropes to break the hold.

Jake Steel: Should've just tapped, would've spared himself further beatings.

Nick James is able to get up to his feet, but the grimace of pain is still painted on his face. The damage has been done and Plague knows it. James has his hands up in a protective stance as Plague looks ready to unleash another barrage of attacks. Plague throws a haymaker looking to take James' head off. James ducks under and moves his left arm to his back in pain. He pushes through the pain and sends a sharp kick to the leg of Plague. Another. And another. James hits five quick kicks until Plague's leg buckles and sends him down to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: James is slowly battling back, and it looks like he may now have control of the match.

Jake Steel: Only a matter of time before Plague finishes this.

Nick is quick to move to the top rope. Plague stands and turns just in time to see Nick James' boots connect to his face. Plague is dropped like a sack of bricks as James hits a missile drop kick to perfection. The crowd is on their feet and holding their breath as both men are down. The referee starts his ten count and the fans have their eyes on their hero in this match: Nick James.

Caelan Tyler: The crowd is solidly behind the upstart here after that missile dropkick, although it seems like it might be more about their dislike of Plague than anything.

Jake Steel: Bah, the Eurotrash doesn't appreciate a good wrestler? Go fucking figure.

1... Neither men stir. 2... Still nothing. 3... Plague is moving and putting his hand to his face. His nose is bleeding from the vicious kick. Still nothing from Nick James. 4... James starts to stir. Plague is trying to get his bearings back. 5... James has his hands on the ropes trying to pull himself up. Plague is on his stomach now. 6... Plague is up to his hands and knees. James grabs the top rope. 7... Plague is up to his knees. James has pulled himself up.

Caelan Tyler: Both men struggling to get to their feet after that big move.

Jake Steel: Plague is just biding his time is all.

Both competitors are up and the fans are standing to see what happens next. Plague throws a quick right hook. James stumbles back against the ropes. He uses the momentum to throw himself at Plague. He hits a hard shot to the jaw. Plague takes a step back. Nick James follows it up with a kick to the gut. No, Plague grabs the foot. Plague throws the foot upwards sending Nick James into the air. Nick James somehow twists enough so his hands land and he hits a back hand spring. As soon as he lands he holds his back in pain.

Caelan Tyler: Nice counter there, but James might've done as much damage to himself as he did Plague.

Jake Steel: Rookie mistake.

Plague takes this chance to strike and levels Nick James with a clothesline. He makes the cut throat motion and goes to put James in the Deathlock once more. James kicks and flails to stop the submission from being applied. Plague is having trouble. He has the legs, but can't turn James over. Nick grabs Plague and pulls him down. He has his shoulders down!

...1!

...2!

...3...

NO! The Plague kicked out at 2.99999 and saved the match for himself. Plague is irritated and annoyed that he can't take this injured man down. Plague stands up and kicks the bottom rope in frustration. He motions for Nick James to stand. James is in the corner using both ropes to pull himself up. Plague charges and puts his head down. Plague is attempting to break him in half with another Infected.

Caelan Tyler: Plague looking to end this with another vicious spear.

Jake Steel: Come on, level the punk!

James sees it coming and somehow manages a way to get his feet up high enough for Plague to miss and slam into the ring post. James slides off of Plague's back and throws Plague down to the mat. Nick James climbs the top rope slowly. His injury making it hard. Looking down at Plague James jumps and rotates in a perfect Swanton Bomb, known to fans as The Final Straw. Flash bulbs all throughout the arena go off as he comes closer to Plague and ending this match. Plague quickly rolls away though, leaving James to feel the impact of the mat against his back.

Caelan Tyler: Quick thinking by Plague there, moving out of the way of that high risk maneuver.

Jake Steel: Now it's most definitely over!

Plague shakes his head to clear any remaining cobwebs from earlier before dragging James to his feet, quickly driving him skull-first into the mat with his Outbreak Evenflow DDT! The crowd boos as Plague quickly covers the now-limp rookie:

1!

2!

3!

Zach King: Here is your winner of this match... PLAGUE!

The crowd continues to boo as Plague gets back to his feet, shaking his head at Nick James before exiting the ring victorious.

Caelan Tyler: Nick James put up a fight here, but the veteran in Plague was able to pull it out in the end.

Jake Steel: As it should be.

Caelan Tyler: Why are you so down on the kid Jake?

Jake Steel: Simple. He's associated with Josh Allen.

The scene switches as both members of Southern Comfort walk down the hallway, looking rather proud of themselves - until they look down and spy a small Confederate flag attached to a string.

Jake Steel: Well, apparently someone knows their quarry...

Caelan Tyler: This looks...somewhat familiar.

Sure enough, the quarry take the bait, reaching down for the flag, but it's jerked away by the string! Pursuit leads into a darker room with a Lite-Brite. One of the pair looks carefully at it...

EL GOTCHA!

Jake Steel: Oh, for fuck's sake!

Caelan Tyler: OH MY GOD IT'S HIM!

Sure enough, a steel chair is flung INTO the room directly into the face of C.W. Buford, and a steel-toed boot directly into the face of T.W. Haywood.

???: El Robador has come...

The lights flip on, and a figure steps into view, clad in Spanish-themed tights, with a luchador mask on...and the NLW Anarchy X title around his waist.

Caelan Tyler: OH GOD, IT'S EL ROBADOR! THE MEXICAN MACDADDY OF JUSTICE!

Jake Steel: *WHAT*? You can't be serious.

El Robador: El Robador, the Mexican Macdaddy of Justice!

Jake Steel: Oh, God, you were.

El Robador: Has come...for your VALUABLES.

T.W. Haywood attempts to stir and get to his feet, but is quickly booted down by El Robador, who goes about his business looting. He doesn't look very impressed by the contents of their wallets, shaking his head.

El Robador: Such is what you deserve for assailing innocent tag teams! Justice...de los patos de casa...

El Robador gives a grandiose bow, before taking off into the night...or well-lit hallway, take your pick.

Caelan Tyler: Justice of the...

Jake Steel: I think he said, 'justice of the houseducks'.

Caelan Tyler: No way, it probably means something more heroic.

Jake Steel: There's nothing heroic about that guy.

Caelan Tyler: What? He rights wrongs!

Jake Steel: The only thing wrong is the fact that he's wearing that stupid ass costume.

The scene cuts to a different area backstage where 'The Hellacious One' Draco can be seen walking down the hall with a plastic bag that seems quite full. With what? We are unaware at this time. He strolls down the hallway without his favorite mechanical pet, but is still whistling with a smirk on his face. Draco stops at the door with Jack Sullivan's name on it. He knocks before opening it up.

Draco: Hey, boss. You in here? Yo!

Draco pokes his head through the door and sees Jack Sullivan at his desk filling out the paperwork that makes this company run. Sullivan sets his pen down and readies himself for whatever this man is going to do.

Jack Sullivan: If it isn't important, then get the--

Draco: It was about...

Flanking Sullivan's desk was the duo that put Draco down and out last week; Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza. Draco wasn't ready to tangle with those two...and the boss...again.

Draco: Easy there, boys. If you are hungry tell master over there to give you a bone.

The duo are already taking a few steps towards Draco when Sullivan stands up. All the eyes in the room are on the boss and he makes the motion for Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza to stand down. Reluctantly, they do just that.

Jack Sullivan: Ok, curtain jerker, give me one good reason why I shouldn't have these two finish the job?

It was obvious that Draco wanted to say something, to run his mouth off to his boss/arch nemesis. Something pulled on the reigns and he was able to control himself...for now.

Draco: Just wanted to discuss the proposal from last week.

Jack Sullivan: I'm listening...

Draco: I was thinking...

Draco opened the door a bit more and stuck more of his body through the door. Jack Sullivan still had his guard up knowing full well the tricks Draco has played in the past. Jack Sullivan has gone so far as to even call 'The Hellacious One' a modern day Loki.

Draco: That proposal needed something. It was just...well...a little...
It was then that the door opened fully and Draco stepped in. The bag was revealed and Jack Sullivan's eyes went straight to it. Draco's smirk widened as he had his hand on one handle of it. With a wide arc he spilled the contents all over the room. Dozens of water balloons filled with various liquids exploded all throughout the office.

Draco: ...dry!

Coffee, water, soda, tea, motor oil, spit from fans, and any other liquid you can find in an arena was plastered all over the office. Sullivan, Prince, and Somoza were covered. They didn’t look too happy either.

Jack Sullivan: Go break his arm! Then bring him back here so I can break the other one!

Draco was already taking off running down the hall towards the stage area. Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza were hot on his heels. Draco stopped in a wide clearing putting his back against a porta potty for protection.

Draco: Don't you guys want to shower first? I mean that has to be awfully nasty.

Porta Prince charges at Draco, but the veteran throws the porta potty door open into his face. The man is stunned and Draco grabs him by the head and tosses him into the open portable john. Vernon Somoza is already rushing at Draco. Draco turns and shakes his head.

Draco: I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Obviously, the man doesn’t listen to Draco's warnings. The next step he is soaring through the air and lands in a heap right next to his partner. Draco slams the plastic door shut and looks down to see Robo-Betsy and her metal frame had tripped Vernon Somoza.

Draco: I tried to warn him. Oh well. Robo-Betsy, lets do it.

Draco and Robo-Betsy move behind the porta potty and each push. The plastic shit receptacle starts to tip and you can hear the protest of the two men inside. It tips and comes crashing down with a sound that no man should have to endure. The two men scream in protest as they are now covered in....yeah, just imagine.

Draco: Fellas...fellas...FELLAS! Stop your complaining! Just let Sacky Boy know that this is just the start of things to come. A little lesson to you two; don't ever jump me from behind again or else you can ask Sullivan what I am really capable of.

With that Draco leaves Sullivan's duo to their porta potty prison. They are slamming against the plastic, but each time all there is to greet them is a louder sloshing sound. The scene fades out with Draco and Robo-Betsy walking away in the background and the struggle to not get covered in nasty, nasty, disgusting, putrid...stuff...in the foreground.

Jake Steel: EWW!

Caelan Tyler: That was rather...creative of Draco.

Jake Steel: More like sickening to watch.

Caelan Tyler: Sometimes payback can be a bitch Jake.

The lights begin to dim, as two white strobe lights cross one another on the entrance way. Dark purple smoke begins to rise, as the opening drum solo of 'Bring the Violence' by Disturbed hits. After two repetitions, this breaks out into the full chorus, devastating chords and screaming lyrics, as the man himself, the 'Nightmare' Jason Spire bursts through the smoke. He makes his way straight to the ring, ignoring both fans and officials, some of who seem concerned about the fact that this behemoth carries a steel chain stained in blood...old blood. Spire steps onto the ring apron and through the ropes. He walks straight to the middle of the ring, breathing heavily, wrapping the chain around his fist.

Zach King: The following is a singles bout, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown... Weighing in at 274 pounds... 'THE NIGHTMARE' JASON SPIRE!

Caelan Tyler: Jason Spire is one of our qualifiers for the Destiny title match at Turbulence, which he earned by surviving the battle royal back at Uprising 16.

Jake Steel: I certainly wouldn't want to be the guy to face him in the ring!

The words 'King Skull Cigarettes present...' flash across the jumbotron before 'Play Dead' begins to start and Nirvana makes his way to the ring, the fans booing him as he for the most part ignores their presence, instead focusing on Jason Spire as he slides into the ring.

Zach King: And his opponent, from Osaka, Japan... Weighing in at 232 pounds... NIRVANA!

Caelan Tyler: Nirvana is making his NLW debut tonight, and my sources tell me that he is the one who asked for this match.

Jake Steel: Which leads to the question, 'is he out of his mind?'

The bell sounds, and without wasting any time Spire jumps to the offensive, backing Nirvana into the corner with a series of right and left hands. Nirvana does what he can to cover up as Jason continues to throw punches. The ref comes over to call for a break, but scurries to the other side of the ring as Spire glares at him. This allows the NLW newcomer to lash out with a backhanded slap that stuns the monster, and he follows it up with a second, giving him some room in the corner to work with. A knife edge chop follows this, but that only seems to get Spire's attention, as he throws another right hand that knocks Nirvana down to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: Spire utilizing his power advantage here in the early going.

Jake Steel: I have high hopes for some good ABUSE in this match! They better not disappoint!

Nirvana gets back to his feet, but Spire charges in with a clothesline to send his opponent back to the mat. Without waiting, Jason pulls his opponent back up, only to send him back to the mat with a hard scoop slam. Spire looks for a quick elbow drop, but misses as Nirvana gets out of the way. The martial artist is back to his feet quickly, and staggers Spire with a dropkick. A second one sends Spire to a knee. Nirvana tries for a straight kick to the chest, but Jason catches it, quickly dropping an elbow on the offending appendage before getting up and driving Nirvana down with another clothesline.

Caelan Tyler: Nirvana has a rather unorthodox style of offense, but right now it's proving ineffective as Spire is in control.

Jake Steel: When you're as pissed as Jason Spire always is, what would work against you?

Caelan Tyler: I'm shocked, you actually have a point.

Again, Nirvana is picked up by his opponent, and this time Spire cinches him up before lifting him high into the air...and holding him...and holding him a bit longer. About ten seconds later, Nirvana crashes to the mat, a victim of a delayed vertical suplex. Spire looks for the first cover in the match, but only gets a short two. Undaunted, he pulls Nirvana up again, and this time delivers a textbook fallaway slam. Nirvana ends up close to the ropes, and wisely slips to the outside to avoid the possibility of a pin.

Caelan Tyler: I'm not certain if this is a wise move by Nirvana here. Spire is known to be a bit hardcore in his matches?

Jake Steel: Abuse?

Caelan Tyler: Yes, Jake, that's what I mean.

Spire sees this, and decides that it's not happening if he can help it. He goes to leave the ring, but makes a classic rookie mistake and Nirvana makes him pay with a side kick to the side of the face! Jason collapses in the ring as Nirvana falls to one knee, trying to regain his senses. The ref is unrelenting in his count, though, and gets to eight before Nirvana re-enters the ring. He immediately goes after Spire, who has gotten to his feet, and tries a high knee. However, it is to no avail as Spire catches him coming in and delivers an exploder suplex, Nirvana's head bouncing off the canvas! Spire again goes into a cover:

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Two and a half only, as the left shoulder comes up!

Caelan Tyler: Nirvana took too long on the outside after stunning Spire with that kick, and he paid for it dearly!

Jake Steel: That even looked painful!

What can be seen of Spire's face shows a bit of frustration as he cannot seem to keep his opponent down. He glances over to the corner, and a gleam enters his eye has he pulls Nirvana towards the turnbuckles. He then goes out of the ring and up top, looking for something big possibly to end the contest. He sizes up his opponent and leaps, looking for his Downward Spiral senton bomb, but finds nothing but mat as Nirvana gets out of the damn way! Spire flops onto his stomach, a hand holding his back as Nirvana slowly gets up.

Caelan Tyler: The powerhouse looking for something high-risk, and found the well empty there.

Jake Steel: Damn, Cael, can ya throw any more overused expressions into that one sentence?

Caelan Tyler: ...

Spire is still down on the mat, clutching his back. Nirvana sees this and takes the opportunity to apply a reverse armbar, almost trying to rip the arm out of the socket. Jason cries out in pain and manages to twist his lower body around just enough to get a foot under the bottom rope to force the break. Nirvana holds on for a full four-count before releasing the arm. He's quick to get back up on his feet, though, and begins to put the boots to Spire before the ref physically steps in to cause a break, as Jason's foot is still under the bottom rope.

Caelan Tyler: Good call by the official there, forcing the break.

Jake Steel: Boo! Get out of the damn way! We want ABUSE!

Spire is slow to get up, but as he gets to a knee Nirvana charges in, delivering swift Justice in the form of a superkick! Spire collapses in a heap as Nirvana goes for a cover:

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Thr—no, a foot on the ropes stops the count! Frustrated, Nirvana pulls Spire to his feet and doubles him over briefly before sending him back to the mat with a butterfly suplex. Not content with that, he heads over to the fallen Spire and begins to blatantly choke the semi-masked man as the ref forces his count once again. This time Nirvana presses it to four and a half before releasing the hold, getting back to his feet.

Caelan Tyler: Nirvana seemingly willing ot try anything and everything to wear down his stronger opponent.

Jake Steel: Hey, he has a five-count. Use it, I say!

Not giving the ref any attention, Nirvana pulls Spire up to his feet, hooking him up for possibly a reverse DDT. Instead, he lifts him into the air for a reverse suplex...no, Spire lands on his feet behind Nirvana, but his head is still being held as Nirvana goes straight south, landing a seated ace crusher on Spire! The monster falls victim to the Osaka street cutter as he falls to the mat. Again, Nirvana looks for a cover:

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Thre—no! The right shoulder comes up at the last minute!

Caelan Tyler: A rather unique move there from Nirvana, but still not enough to get the win on that exchange.

Jake Steel: OK, I'll give that a half point on my Steel Scale of Abuse.

Shaking his head, Nirvana steps out onto the apron, heading to the top turnbuckle. He sizes his opponent up and leaps, looking for a double stomp from the top rope, but Spire is able to roll away. Nirvana turns to go back to the attack, but Spire capitalizes with a two-handed sitout chokeslam, and both men are down on the canvas!

Caelan Tyler: Desperation move by Spire, will this buy him enough time to get back into the contest?

Jake Steel: I don't know, Caelan, but that was some impact on the landing!

The referee begins his obligatory ten-count, and it takes until the count of seven for Jason to finally get on his feet. Nirvana is slowly coming to, but Spire helps him on his feet before bouncing off the ropes and almost cutting Nirvana in half with Internal Damage! From out of nowhere, Spire hits his set-up move and is looking to put away his opponent with In-Spired.

Caelan Tyler: This could be the beginning of the end right here!

Jake Steel: Man, I think Nirvana could have cracked ribs! What impact!

Spire hoists Nirvana back onto his feet, and gets in in the torture rack position, ready to execute the move. However, Nirvana manages to find a way to slip out the back door and land on the canvas. Spire turns to press the attack again, but catches a boot to the gut for his troubles and gets dropped with a vile DDT that shakes the ring. Instead of letting go, Nirvana holds on to the head and neck in a sort of sleeper/guillotine choke maneuver, trying to knock Jason out.

Caelan Tyler: Now it's Nirvana with a desperation move, and it appears to be quite effective as well!

Jake Steel: Come on, guys, you're starting to remind me of Phoenix here. Where's the ABUSE?

Spire is struggling, trying to break this hold but is having no luck. His fighting has dropped to almost nil by the time Nirvana releases the hold. Standing up, he kicks Jason onto his back before ascending the turnbuckles from the inside of the ring.

Caelan Tyler: This didn't work out too well for Spire earlier. Will Nirvana have any better luck?

Jake Steel: Personally, I'm hoping for a botch...

With a quick glance behind him to make sure that Spire hasn't moved, Nirvana leaps backward, a full rotation in the air as he finds a Glitch in the System! Spire's chest cavity is crushed by the impact as Nirvana holds on for the cover:

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3!

'Play Dead' hits the speakers as the victor gets back to his feet, his arm already in the air.

Zach King:: Here is your winner: NIRVANA!

Caelan Tyler: And Nirvana is successful in his debut here in NLW!

Jake Steel: Not as much abuse as I would've liked to have seen, but not bad.

Caelan Tyler: I don't know about you Jake, but I'm looking forward to seeing what more Nirvana can do in the future.

Jake Steel: Hopefully it involves more in depth abuse.

Backstage, Nick James can be seen roughly grabbing his personal effects and stuffing them haphazardly into a duffle bag, packing up to leave before even the halfway point of the show. The door to the undercard lockers swings open, Josh Allen standing smugly in the entrance, eyeing James over as he blocks the exit.

Josh Allen: Knock. Knock.

Nick James: Piss off.

Josh Allen: That's no way to treat a fan. I'm trying to be the welcome wagon here.

James shoulders his duffle, stepping toward the door.

Nick James: In that case, you're 'welcome' to get the hell out of my way.

Josh Allen: Pretty impressive performance this week.

Nick James: So I lost to Plague. Big deal.

Josh Allen: You know that's not what I was talking about.

The two stare at each other for several tense moments.

Nick James: So what do you want?

Josh Allen: Nothing more than a couple minutes of your time. We have a... what would I call it? A 'mutual acquaintance.'

Nick James: I'm not in much of a chatty mood. I just want to catch a cab to Heathrow and be out of this shithole country.

Josh Allen: That's fine. Just a few minutes of your time, then you can get back to the girl. I'll bet you could use some inside intel if you're wanting to check over the NLW list for the Usual Suspects.

Nick James: What do you care?

Josh Allen: Consider it a favor. Sharing a bit of information is the least somebody can do for a friend. Eh?

Allen over-pronounces the 'Eh' and James looks at him appraisingly. Glancing over his shoulder, James throws a dagger-eyed glare at the cameraman, then turns back to Allen, pushing his way through the door and into the hall.

Nick James: Okay, Allen, let's go for a walk.

Caelan Tyler: I wonder what that's all about.

Jake Steel: No don't go with him Nick, it's a trap!

Caelan Tyler: Trap?

Jake Steel: Josh Allen hangs out with Skye Ricardo, who knows what sort of awful things he might have planned!

Caelan Tyler: Oy. Well it's time now for the Complaint Department.

Jake Steel: We're in England, right? No way that Old Geezer went over the At–

Old Time Announcer: I say old chap...why don't you shut the fuck up before my Big Ben gets shoved up somewhere you rather it not be!

Jake Steel: Did you just threaten me with a--

Old Time Announcer: No, I have a Big Ben statuette and I'm not afraid to shove it up your--

Jake Steel: Okay, Okay, Okay.

Old Time Announcer: IT'S TIME ONCE AGAIN! FOR THE SEGMENT THAT ALMOST MAKES UP FOR THE FACT GOD ALLOWS JAKE STEEL TO HAVE REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS! THE COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT WITH YOUR HOST... 'THE HELLACIOUS ONE'...DRACOOOOOOO!

The ring isn't decorated in the usual Complaint Department fashion. In fact, the only thing that remains the same is the painted glass with the logo of the segment hanging in the background. Instead of director’s chairs there are a trio of plastic lawn furniture. Sitting in the center of the ring, under a small smoking grill, is a monitor. The video feed comes to life and takes us outside the arena.

Draco: Welcome to a very special Complaint Department. As you can see...

A section of the parking lot seems to be the center of this piece. Draco is standing in front of a shiny, new, and more than likely expensive grill. The flames shoot up as he turns over a few burgers and steaks. The hat and apron deem him the man in charge of cooking today.

...that is if you don't count that two rather large and rather ready to stomp you into the ground type of guys looking over his shoulder.

Draco: This special edition of Complaint Department is happening from the parking lot. I would like to thank Jack Sullivan....or my rather good ability to forge his name...for the grill. And a very special thank you to my two guests that combine to make Southern Comfort.

The audio crew makes it so the audience at home can hear the boos from the audience as C.W Buford walks into view with T.W Haywood just behind him with his jar of moonshine. C.W Buford is chewing on something unknown and doing so loudly he peers down at the grill and what Draco is cooking.

C.W Buford: First off, let me congratulate you for not doing something as queer as wearing a kiss the cook apron.

Draco: Thanks...I thi--

C.W Buford: Secondly, though I was told this would be a BBQ. Boy, this ain't BBQing. It's grilling. It's on high heat and cooked fast. BBQing is on low heat and cooked for hours you pasty ass New York stick boy. You hearing me?

Draco: Yeah, loud and clear John Deere.

C.W Buford: But while your grilling, make sure the thing is bloody boy. Now, I reckon since this is the Complaint Department me and my buddy T.W well...we figure we should get down to some complainin'.

T.W Haywood takes a chug out of his jar and after a big swallow goes on a tirade.

T.W Haywood: Obviously my biggest complaint would be this got damn tiny bitch island you all have the got damn nerve to call a country!

Loud boos come from inside the stadium. Draco flips a burger and shakes his head knowing it will get worse, much worse, before it is done.

Draco: Soccer riot? Nope, wrestling riot. Such a beautiful way to die, don't you fellas agree?

C.W Buford: Let me tell you something about the U.K, Draco. I went to the market...pay attention when I'm talking to you, boy...

C.W. Buford cusps Draco in the back of the head as he is looking down at the grill and not at the southern boy. Draco looks up at the larger man.

C.W. Buford: I went to the market and you know what I saw? Hmm, do ya? A pack of cigarettes except it was labeled fags. FAGS BOY!

T.W Haywood: I also went to the grocery store trying to find something...something that was actually edible in this goddamn country. What did I find? I found a can of something called spotted dick. Can't believe such a thing actually exists...and they eat it!?

C.W Buford: That's when it occurred to me and my buddy, T.W. Here in the U.K all they do...is smoke FAGS and EAT DICK! Queers.

The boos can be heard clearly from the stadium now.

T.W Haywood: That's not all of it either! They have cameras everywhere. What's the matter? Too afraid to walk alone in the daylight pansies? No guns? NO GUNS!

C.W Buford: They had their guns taken away. Bunch of Pseudo Socialistic Sissified Crackpot sums of bitches.

Sensing the riot ever approaching Draco does his best ability at damage control. His hand can be seen flipping burgers and steaks again and again. Anything to buy enough time to change the topic and not get trampled by tens of thousands of angry fans.

Draco: Really? Wow! Wasn't there another complaint you two had? Something about a tag team or something?

C.W Buford: Tag team boy?

C.W Buford gets up close in Draco's face with a sneer.

C.W Buford: I need you to listen good. I need everyone to listen good. NLW has no real tag teams. Oh, they have people who run around with names they more than likely plucked out of children stories. Running around, prancing around, grab-assing around like some autumn time fairies. You have no tag teams. Nope, all you have is one fag team prancing around and we hate prancing. We've come to put a stop to it.

C.W backs out of Draco's face.

C.W Buford: It ain't your fault, I ain't throwing it down on you. All of NLW is spoiled. You got a bitch who think's she's all unique and special cause she dresses in all black, doesn't care what anyone thinks, and oh yeah, mistakes breakfast for a pet. She ain't anything special. Then you got that tub of lard good for nothing Phoenix...you ever beat him?

Draco: Actually, I--

C.W. Buford: I am trying to talk here, boy. Learn some manners. Anyways...didn't think so. Tub of Lard bastard who seems like he should be entering all you can eat contests and not winning wrestling matches.

C.W Buford: Then you got Fusion...the Fag Team Champions. We called them out. You saw them, didn't you Draco? You saw our promos calling them out over and over again...ignored...and ignored once more over. You know what? ‘Cause they know...they know we ain't no grab-assers. We punch you in your face, drop you on your head, and send you to the ER types of people. They didn't want to get tangled up with us, but well too bad! We came into their neck of the woods and we laid them out just like that.

Draco opens his mouth to speak. No interruption this time. He nods, finally feeling in control of his own interview segment.

Draco: It seems Fusion has answered your challenge. It just took them awhile. Cut them some slack. One has the mind of a three year old and the other is too busy being philosophical. Plus, they have had their hands full with me the past two events.

T.W Haywood looks over the grill and without asking permission takes the tongs and turns one of the steaks over. Draco goes to object, but figures it would be a good idea if he just stood there.

T.W Haywood: Ain't been grilling long have you boy? Obviously not. Hell, you thought you were BBQing. Accept the challenge? They didn't accept shit. We had to come and beat their asses and assert ourselves into the situation. It makes no difference though. They accepted, we took. It all leads to the same place. As NLW Finally having tag team champions it can be proud of.

C.W Buford: You said that right...turn my steak over also T.W if you don't mind doing so...You know Draco, I give you credit, you had guts to bring us on your interview segment and have our say. I have no doubt tonight you'll beat Talon worse than those fine outstanding Americans beat Matthew Shepard when he tried to make homosexual advances to them. They call themselves Fusion? Well they are about to be DeFUSED...wasn't that clever boy? I reckon it was myself. It's only a matter of shows. NLW will finally get real wrestlers as champion. No bitches, no lard asses, no faggots, real men, real champions....that is a fact.

T.W Haywood: Let me just add...just like McCain is going to whip the electoral map of that uppity Ne...uppity boy Obama....just like the Dallas Cowboys...AMERICA'S TEAM always whipped the asses of those nancy boy Bills--

Draco: Hey!

T.W. Haywood: --in the Superbowl...and just like the Good Old Southern States will do the American thing and stomp on gay rights whenever they try to present themselves. We, Southern Comfort are going to stomp a mud hole in the Fag Team combination of Fusion 'cause THESE DOGS WILL HUNT!

C.W Buford grabs two paper plates and using the tongs removes the two steaks and plops them on the plates. He removes a knife and fork from his jean pocket and cuts into the steak. He takes a bite and chews a bit before swallowing and then lifts his knife up to Draco.

Draco: Woah, easy there. Draco isn't on the menu.

C.W Buford: For a Yankee that ain't half bad. NLW will be seeing us. The South's going to do it...and that's all there is to it.

Southern Comfort sit down and start to eat their steaks. Draco has the tongs in hand and is eyeing a big juicy steak. As he grabs it T.W. Haywood comes over and grabs the tongs placing it on his own plate. Draco shrugs and sees two burgers on the grill. Two buns and two slices of cheese later, C.W. Buford grabs those.

C.W. Buford: Thanks, Yankee.

Draco forces a smile and moves over to the cooler. This was the most important part. He reaches in and grabs a nice cold beer. He cracks it open and is about to drink from it when Southern Comfort walk over with a few belches. They grab the cooler and walk off, but are always the southern gentlemen.

T.W. Haywood: Thanks for the beer, Yank.

Draco: Yeah. Sure.

At least this time he got something.

Draco: Ahhh, ice cold beer.

C.W. Buford comes in and grabs the can quickly.

C.W. Buford: Can't believe we almost forgot this one. That's alcohol abuse. No can left behind.

The tag team champion hopefuls disappear into the parking lot leaving Draco alone with no food and no beer. He sighs and sits down shaking his head.

Draco: ...shit.

The scene fades back to ringside with the announcers sitting there in tears at the show that was just displayed.

Jake Steel: Oh, man! Well that's over--

Old Time Announcer: JAKE STEEL LOVES SPOTTED DICK!

Jake Steel: Well, once you get past the text--

Old Time Announcer: Except remove the word 'spotted'. That's all we have for you tonight folks! Same Complaint Department time, same Complaint Department channel!

Caelan Tyler: Well, I'm surprised they didn't bring up the attack from earlier by El Robador.

Jake Steel: I'm not.

Caelan Tyler: And why is that Jake?

Jake Steel: Would you want to bring that up to those two?

Caelan Tyler: ...Touché.

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

Zach King: This is a semifinal 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: A part of Explicit Content, you have to think that Talon wants to avenge his partner's loss two weeks ago to Draco.

Jake Steel: If you can understand him, at any rate.

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

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

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

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

Making his way through the war zone that was the entrance way without a scratch, Draco climbs into the ring. He throws his head up tossing the hood off to reveal his face. The fans cheer as he holds his arms above his head. He takes off his hooded shirt and tosses it into the crowd. Draco then leans against the ropes, staring across the ring at his competition.

Zach King: His opponent, from Whitesboro, New York... weighing 204 pounds... 'THE HELLACIOUS ONE' DRACO!

Caelan Tyler: Draco has been a thorn in Jack Sullivan's side ever since losing the Legacy title to The Phoenix at Uprising 13.

Jake Steel: I still say that's a travesty of justice!

The bell sounds, and this match is under way as the two men stare each other down in the center of the ring. To no one's surprise, Draco makes the opening move, sending a forearm into the jaw of Talon. Talon staggers back a step, and Draco repeats the action. Draco looks for an Irish whip, but Talon does not budge at all. He tries again, with the same result. Talon eventually has enough of this and drops Draco with a short-arm clothesline.

Caelan Tyler: Talon obviously with the size advantage, Draco will need to find a way to counter it.

Talon is quick to pick up Draco and slam him back to the canvas. He looks for a quick elbow, but Draco is easily able to get away from it. Before Talon can get up to his feet, Draco locks in a short-arm scissors, looking to negate some of the power game of the NLW Tag Team champion. The Enigma tries to find a way out of the hold before getting to one knee with Draco still wrapped around his arm. Bracing himself, he pulls up the held arm, managing to lift Draco completely off the mat as Talon gets back to his feet in a great show of strength!

Caelan Tyler: Look at that show of fortitude!

Jake Steel: Is it too much to hope for that Draco gets dropped on his head?

Draco seems to pause for a moment before deciding to drop the hold, discretion being the better part of valor. But as he falls, however, he wraps an arm around Talon's head and tries to hit a DDT. Talon doesn't budge, though, and buries his left fist into the solar plexus of Draco for his troubles. The Enigma then hooks up Draco and delivers a textbook vertical suplex, after which The Hellacious One rolls to the outside, trying to develop a new plan of attack as Talon watches him from inside the ring.

Caelan Tyler: The former Legacy champion is trying to break the momentum here. Smart idea by Draco.

Jake Steel: He's being a coward! Get in there and fight!

Draco utilizes the count to a great extent, not sliding back into the ring until the count reaches eight. He seems a bit more cautious as he approaches Talon...at least, until he gets within arm's reach and cold-cocks Talon with a stiff right hand! Draco follows this with several more, pushing Talon against the ropes. The Hellacious One backs up two steps, and clotheslines Talon over the top rope. The Tag champ falls onto the apron and then to the floor, as Draco looks down at his opponent. The referee begins his count once again, as Talon is slow to get up. Once the ref gets to three, Draco apparently decides 'the hell with it' and steps out onto the apron, knocking Talon back down with an Asai moonsault that brings the crowd to its' feet.

Caelan Tyler: Shades of Ultimo Dragon there as Draco takes down his opponent.

Jake Steel: The Ultimo Who?

Caelan Tyler: Never mind...

The ref is forced to restart his count as both men struggle to get to their feet. Draco is up first, and proceeds to grabs Talon's head and ram it a couple of times into the security barrier at ringside. The ref reaches a count of six before Draco rolls into, and back out, the ring to break the count. Talon is slowly coming to, so The Hellacious One proceeds to grab his arm and successfully whip him into the steel steps. The impact can be heard throughout the arena as Talon falls to one knee, clutching his right shoulder.

Caelan Tyler: Draco may have just found a way to counter the power advantage of Talon here.

Jake Steel: Bah.

Caelan Tyler: That's all you got?

Jake Steel: That's all I'm going to give these two.

Once again, the referee's count is building, so Draco manages to throw The Enigma back into the ring and follows himself before the countout occurs. The former Legacy champion is in control of the match, as he stomps away at the right shoulder of Talon before locking in a hammerlock on the downed opponent.

Caelan Tyler: The former Legacy champ keeping his opponent grounded here; sound strategy on his part.

Jake Steel: Cael, stop calling him 'the former Legacy champion.' He should be the champion if not for that poor officiating!

Caelan Tyler: You're just upset that the bookies had a field day with you, aren't you?

Jake Steel: ...shut up...

After a few seconds, Talon works his way back to his feet and gets a standing switch, locking in a hammerlock of his own on Draco. The Enigma looks for possibly a hammerlock suplex, but Draco flips out the back door and dropkicks Talon in the back. The Tag champion staggers, but does not go down—that is, until Draco clips the knee to force his larger opponent to fall to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: No penalty flags here, nice move by Draco to keep Talon down.

Jake Steel: Bah, that's something only a cheap-shot artist like Phoenix would do.

Instead of focusing on the legs, Draco goes back to work on the arm of Talon, driving his elbow into the damaged joint. He does this a second time, and as Talon tries to stand, Draco drops quickly south with a single-arm DDT. He wastes no time in attempting a cover, but Talon is easily out before the count of two. Draco is back up, waiting for The Enigma to get back on his feet. Talon finally does so, and as Draco closes in Talon surprises him with a toe kick to the gut and a desperation clothesline to send the former Legacy champ down.

Caelan Tyler: Is that going to be enough to change the momentum of the match?

Jake Steel: Better question: is this damn match over yet?

Both men are slow to get up, and it is Talon who manages the feat first. Draco is on wobbly legs as he gets up, but is sent quickly back down by a side Russian leg sweep! The Enigma gets back up, raining boots upon the head of Draco until the ref forces a break due to Draco's foot being under the bottom rope. Talon backs away briefly before pulling Draco back up, sending him across the ring with an Irish whip. Off the rebound, Talon hits a wicked lariat, but grimaces as he holds his arm, unable to capitalize.

Caelan Tyler: The Tag champ running on instinct there, and it may have cost him as he used that right arm that Draco has worked on for most of the match.

Jake Steel: What a dolt. He should have separated his shoulder!

Caelan Tyler: 'Dolt?'

Jake Steel: Don't ask.

By the time Talon has recovered, Draco is starting to regain his footing. With the best chance so far to end the match having passed by, Talon is back on his feet, waiting for Draco to get back up. The Hellacious One finally does, and eats a big boot for his trouble! This time Talon is able to fall into the cover...

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2

Kickout at two and a half, as the left shoulder pops up. A fleeting look of frustration passes over Talon's face before he goes back to the attack.

Caelan Tyler: Talon nearly gets the pin there, but just has not done enough to put Draco away yet.

Jake Steel: He's done enough to nearly put me to sleep, does that count?

Before Draco can get to his feet, The Hunter is quick to mount and rain down left hands on the skull of his opponent. Talon doesn't do much with the right arm, not wanting to damage it any further as of yet. After about a dozen punches the Tag champ finally relents, getting to his feet and coming off the ropes before driving an elbow into the forehead of Draco. Talon is quick to pull Draco up and get in position before driving the smaller man down with a high-angle back suplex. Talon again goes for the cover...

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Thr—no! Two and three-quarters as Draco just barely gets the shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Did you see that impact? Draco nearly fell on his head there!

Jake Steel: Damn shame he didn't....

Talon is back up, waiting for Draco to get to at least a somewhat vertical base. As Draco gets to one knee The Hunter comes off the ropes, looking for Bloody Talons, but Draco steps away and manages to take down the larger man with an armbar before going to the legs and locking in his version of the Blaze of Glory!

Caelan Tyler: Draco's got Talon dead to rights here, dead center of the ring!

Jake Steel: Is everyone going to be using this move now? Give me a break.

Despite the hold being locked in, The Hunter begins to crawl towards the ropes, desperate to break the hold. Draco is pulling back on it for all that he's worth, but it is of no use; Talon finally reaches the bottom rope and forces the break. The ref steps in to issue the five-count and Draco finally breaks a moment before the fifth count.

Caelan Tyler: Once again, Draco's lighter frame is unable to hold his opponent in place, as Talon somehow makes it to the ropes.

Jake Steel: sarcastically Great, even more of this match. Just what we all needed.

With momentum clearly on his side, Draco steps outside the ring and goes to the top rope, as Talon still has not made it to his feet yet. With a quick jump, Draco flies through the air and lands a frog splash, catching Talon in the back with the move! The Hellacious One pulls Talon away from the ropes and drops into a cover:

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Thr--no! Again, only two and three-quarters as the crowd lets out an obligatory 'TWO!'

Jake Steel: Look, you morons, we may be American, but we know the difference between two and three.

Draco's feeling the momentum now. He knows he has the match in hand, he just needs to finish it. After a quick stomp to the head of Talon, Draco again leaves the ring and goes upstairs, looking for something big to end the match. As he is ascending the turnbuckles, there is a commotion on the ramp, as the fans all turn to see what is going on at the entryway.

Caelan Tyler: That's Vernon Somoza! He must be looking for payback from earlier!

Jake Steel: Finally, Jack's bringing down someone to make this match watchable!

Caelan Tyler: Somoza appeared on The Complaint Department last Uprising as a lackey of Sullivan's and then tonight he got tossed into that porta potty by Draco, you have to imagine Jack sent him out here for a reason!

Jake Steel: Abuse?

Caelan Tyler: Oy....

Draco sees the intruder coming, but pays it no mind as he leaps off, hitting a textbook 450 Splash on the Tag champion! He holds for the cover:

1--wait a minute! Somoza is on the ring apron and the ref has stopped the count to deal with him! Draco slaps the mat in frustration as he stands up and goes to deal with Vernon himself. From behind the announcer position, another man leaps over the barrier and slides into the ring.

Caelan Tyler: What the hell? That's Porta Prince, Somoza's partner!

Jake Steel: Oh, this should be good.

Draco doesn't see Prince come into the ring, and is caught by surprise when Prince blasts him with a double axe-handle to the back of the neck. Draco staggers forward, his head colliding with the ref's. The referee tumbles out of the ring, not moving, as Somoza comes in. The two members of OWF's El Plaga then promptly start to beat down on both Talon and Draco as the crowd jeers loudly.

Jake Steel: Finally! Something worth watching!

Caelan Tyler: I can't believe these two just wrecked a good match!

Porta Prince hauls Draco to his feet, lifting the lightweight easily on his shoulders before climbing to the middle rope and delivering a Super Death Valley Driver to the former Legacy champion! Across the ring, Vernon Somoza has Talon up on his shoulders, and charges towards the turnbuckle, bouncing off of it and landing El Pinolero on The Enigma! The two invaders stand tall in the middle of the OWF ring, playing to the fans as nearly everyone in Wimbledon tries to jeer them out of the ring.

Jake Steel: Come on, you idiots! Cheer these men, for they come to save us from this boring-ass match!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Prince nods to Somoza, who nods back and drags Talon to where Draco is still out. Unceremoniously, he drapes Talon's limp form over that of Draco and gets out of the ring as Prince shakes the referee back into semi-consciousness and rolls him into the ring. The ref is slow to see the cover and begins a slow count:

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3!

'I Stand Alone' hits the airwaves as the ref also collapses, leaving three people unmoving in the middle of the ring.

Zach King: Here is your winner, advancing to the Gold Rush Tournament Final: TALON!

Caelan Tyler: Well Talon advances here, but I don't even think he knows it. One thing is for certain though, Jack has just screwed Draco big time here.

Jake Steel: All's fair Cael.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: VIOLENT VIDEO GAMES

Caelan Tyler: How can you say 'all's fair' to that Jake?!

Jake Steel: Simple, Draco stuck his nose where it didn't belong and he paid the price.

The scene opens in what is clearly a hotel room. Aphrodisia Jordan, Bacon and Brad Jackson are seated on the sofa, the two humans cupping what appears to be Xbox 360 controllers. The sounds that emit from the television vary from screams to gunfire to the roar of engines. The camera pans around, just enough to let the viewers get a few glimpses of what appears to be Grand Theft Auto IV. Without looking away from the TV, the Warheart begins to speak.

Aphrodisia Jordan: It's been said that violent video games breed violent behaviour in younger gamers...

Brad Jackson: Aph! Have you seen the trailers for Fallout 3? There's this iron fist mod that you can pick, and you can punch the guy's head right off! KAPOW!

Aphrodisia Jordan: Sweet. My question is... what about the older gamers? Twenty-years-old and up? Are we not prone to violence that could be accentuated by an unhealthy diet of GTA, Mortal Kombat, Call of Duty or Army of Two? That lawyer guy in Florida that was recently disbarred, Jack whats-his-face? He only focused on the kiddies that play these games.

An explosion emits from the speakers of the TV and the screen goes up in red and orange before the dust settles much more rapidly than it would in real life.

Brad Jackson: First it was rock and roll, then cartoons like Beavis and Butthead, and now the scapegoat are the games. Society's evolved. Is it really a stretch to think that our means of entertainment wouldn't as well? Sorry, Jack, but this kid grew up, and as kickass as Frogger and Pong were when I was 5, it just isn't cutting the mustard for me now.

Jackson sets aside his controller, and stands up, moving towards the console, and changing the game. Aphrodisia juggles the controller as she waits, impatiently.

Brad Jackson: Did you hear there's a Street Fighter 4 coming out?

Aphrodisia Jordan: You're way more up on the gaming biz than me. My question is, what happens when a 40-something-year-old guy walks into a mall and shoots the place up after a 10-hour session of Dead Rising? Do you think they blame the games? No. They blame the guy's personal life...

Brad Jackson: Damn skippy, they shake their heads, point their fingers, and ask if he had a habit of bedwetting or maiming neighborhood pets in his spare time. Send his ass packing to the electric chair, and never once think to blame Oblivion for teaching him how to slay his enemies in as bloody a manner as possible. Double standard! TOASTY!!!

Aphrodisia visibly cringes as she starts button mashing on the controller.

Aphrodisia Jordan: If you're gonna blame anybody, blame society. And no, I don't mean Society with a capital S. I mean: parents, teachers and shit, that don't see a troubled kid before they go psycho and shoot up their high school to take down the people that picked on them before committing suicide. Seriously. Don't blame a pass-time that has billions of followers worldwide. Blame ignorant parents that don't pay attention to what their kids are doing in their rooms. Really. How can a kid make a pipe-bomb in his bedroom without his parents knowing about it?

Brad Jackson: It's the decline of modern civilization. Park a kid in front of the old boob tube, and let him do whatever he wants. Buy those games with the adult content warning to shut up the little brat. Better than having him shoot up the house on a whim. Accountability. Don't blame the games. Blame the retards who are screwed up enough to take some fantasy element like Vice City, and go on a midnight joyride mowing down hookers! HADOKEN!!

Aphrodisia Jordan: Buy him a copy of the Anarchist's Cookbook for Christmas and watch the napalm cook in the backyard. All in all, violent video games are not to blame for humanity's violence. It's in our DNA. We're hunters. Survival of the fittest. If someone snaps and goes crazy after working in a cubicle for thirty-years, good on him. He's realized that mankind is not meant to sit at a desk eight hours a day and endlessly input facts. Me and Brad? We got it good. We get to make people bleed for seven figures a year. It's actually quite the stress reliever.

Brad Jackson: Maladjusted need not apply - and it's better than Cialis too!

Jackson mashes the buttons violently, and then roars with frustration as a disembodied voice shouts 'FINISH HIM!' Aphrodisia cackles as she continues the button mashing.

Brad Jackson: You cheater!

Aphrodisia Jordan: I am not! [The Warheart smirks.] In closing, violent video games don't kill people, people kill people. I'm Aph Jordan...

Jackson whips his controller across the room, and laughs at it explodes on impact.

Brad Jackson: And I'm Brad Jackson... don't worry, you'll thank us later.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Hey! You stole my line! ... and broke my controller!

Brad Jackson: Blame Zelda.

Caelan Tyler: Well yet another enlightening message from Society.

Jake Steel: Violent video games rule! WHOO!

SCREEN TIME

Caelan Tyler: It's always about the violence with you, isn't it Jake?

Jake Steel: Damn right.

Charisma Finch is seen standing backstage outside of the Cult of Steel's dressing room. She knocks at the door twice, waits patiently and receives no response. She knocks three more times, this time, much louder. The door finally swings open as Trent Steel is seen standing tall in front of the entrance. Charisma has no other choice but to speak to him.

Charisma Finch: Ugh.. Hi Trent, is X-T around?

Trent Steel: What? Trent Steel? Why wouldn't you want to talk to me, the next OWF World Heavyweight Champion?

Charisma reluctantly responds as Trent stands in an intimidating manner.

Charisma Finch: Well, you're cool and all, but I'd rather talk to X-Terminator, seeing as how he is fighting in the main event tonight against The Phoenix in a title versus title match.

Trent Steel: Really? You don't say? Hell, we were just here for the festivities.

Charisma does not know how to respond. At this point, Justin Zane steps into the doorway and brushes Trent Steel aside.

Justin Zane: Hello lovely lady. Why are you working for this lousy promotion, when you could be working for me... Twenty bucks an hour should do.

Charisma Finch: Eww, gross! Can I talk to X-Terminator or not?

Trent peeks back inside the locker room before looking back at Charisma with an enthusiastic look on his face.

Trent Steel: Good news, he's unavailable! Get the hell out of here before we get NLW cooties! Gross!

The door is quickly slammed on Charisma's face. She sighs as the cameras cut back to announce table.

Jake Steel: HAHA! Charisma probably does have cooties!

Caelan Tyler: Well that was rather rude on Trent's part.

APHRODISIA JORDAN VERSUS THE LOST SOUL ONE FALL

Jake Steel: How so?

Caelan Tyler: He slammed the door in Charisma's face and bad mouthed NLW, even though he himself is a former NLW Juniorweight champ!

Jake Steel: That was ancient history Cael, people change!

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

The PA system cuts to static as The Lost Soul makes his way to the ring.

Zach King: Making his way to the ring first, from parts unknown... Weighing in at 235 pounds... THE LOST SOUL!

Caelan Tyler: We all found out last Uprising that ??? was in actuality The Lost Soul; one has to wonder if that will change his in-ring style.

Jake Steel: Please, against the crazy bitch? You're kidding, right?

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

Buuuuuuuurn it down!

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

It's a production of fear.
It's all so sadistic, annihilistic. It's fucking vicious.
Its getting harder to feel, for all the people I kill.
No time to cry for those who died.
They say 'unjustified'.
Through these eyes...
I see the catastrophe lying in my wake.
Voices inside my head, shiver my spine.
I am not ashamed.

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

Look at me: I'm a dead man walking.
Put another nail in the coffin.On the hill I see the bodies burning.
Buuuuuuuurn it down.

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

Looking back at the fields, all the blood that I've spilt...
There's no emotion. Just destruction of another person.
Look at the blood on my hands. I feel no pain in my heart.
Take a Paxil. Take a Xanax.
It won't erase the memories.

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

Through these I have seen such misery.
I am not afraid, and if I should die tonight,
That would be just fine. Lay me in my grave.
Look at me, I'm a dead man walking.
Put another nail in the coffin.
On a hill, I see the bodies burning.
Buuuuuuuuuurn it down.

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

Caelan Tyler: There's a little bit of history between these two, but tonight it's just a wrestling match.

Jake Steel: And I predict ABUSE~!

The Lost Soul seems a bit jumpy as the bell sounds to start this match, though one cannot blame him. After all, he was waterboarded last Uprising by tonight's opponent. Aph has her trademark smirk on her face as the two tie up, TLS driving a knee into the gut of the Warheart to gain the early advantage. Jordan is backed into the ropes and whipped across the ring. Lost Soul tries for a clothesline, which Aph ducks under and keeps her momentum going. Off the opposite ropes, Aph comes off with a flying clothesline, but misses as TLS goes low. Jordan manages to tuck into a roll and pop back up onto her feet, only to be taken down with an armbar by TLS. Poor ring positioning on his part, however, as Aph quickly grabs hold of the rope forcing the break.

Caelan Tyler: The NLW Champion showing good awareness of ring positioning to force the break.

Jake Steel: Damn lucky to not have his head taken off is more like it.

The former ??? breaks on the count of four, and gets back to his feet before stomping at the back and head of Jordan. Aph is quick to roll under the ropes to the outside, breaking the momentum of her opponent as the crowd jeers the cheap tactic. TLS is quick to come out of the ring after Jordan, and catches her from behind with a running clothesline. The ref is up to a count of five by the time Aph is rolled back into the ring. TLS follows in, drops an elbow, and looks for a quick cover only to get a long one-count on the exchange.

Caelan Tyler: The Lost Soul trying for a quick win, but you're not likely to put away someone the caliber of Aphrodisia that quickly.

Jake Steel: Takes more than that to keep a crazy bitch down!

The Lost Soul pulls up Jordan by her hair (blatantly ignoring the warning from the referee) and pushes her into a corner. A quick back elbow to the head rocks the two-time NLW Champion, as TLS follows up with several punches to the gut and one to the head. He looks for an Irish whip, but Jordan reverses, sending Lost Soul into the corner. Aph charges in and ducks the expected punch as she slides out of the ring, grabbing one of TLS's legs to trip him up. Her smirk has come back to her face as she grabs hold of either of The Lost Soul's legs and pulls him straight back, crotching him on the ring post!

Jake Steel: I'm not entirely sure if I approve of it, but it's still ABUSE anyway!

Caelan Tyler: And effective at that...

With a nonchalant air about her, Aph gets back in the ring, pulling TLS to his feet before driving a steel-toed boot into his gut. Jordan quickly grabs the head and spikes her opponent with a DDT. Quick cover by Aph only nets a short two as the left shoulder comes up. Without missing a beat, the NLW Champ pulls The Lost Soul into a sitting position before driving both feet into the back and neck of her opponent with a seated rear dropkick! TLS rolls over on his stomach, trying to get some air back in his system as Aph basks in the jeers of the crowd, the smirk still present on her face.

Caelan Tyler Aph wasting some time here, not sure if that's a smart decision.

Jake Steel: Oh, please, she has this match in the palm of her hand, Caelan. Hell, the face should say it all!

After a few seconds, Jordan decides to press her advantage as she pulls TLS up and whips him into the corner. He hits the corner sternum-first, as Aph closes in. Her attempt at setting The Lost Soul up for some sort of move goes in vain, however, as a back elbow catches Aph on the bridge of the nose. Jordan staggers back a step or two, allowing TLS to come out of the corner, grab her head and deliver a DDT of his own! Lost Soul looks for a cover, only getting a two as Aph's right shoulder gets off the mat. TLS is quick to pull Aph up to her feet, and hooks a leg around one of hers, delivering a side Russian leg sweep. Again TLS looks for a cover, and again only gets two as Aph pops a shoulder up.

Caelan Tyler: Lost Soul getting some offense in, trying to wear down the champion.

Jake Steel: Seriously, Caelan, what man uses a DDT to win a match?

Caelan Tyler: Erm...Jake Roberts?

There seems to be no emotion on The Lost Soul's face as he turns Jordan onto her side and drives a knee into her back. He then grabs hold of her chin and one of her legs before driving his knee into her back again in a sort of submission hold. The ref asks Jordan if she's done, to which her reply is a simple 'Fuck you!' About ten seconds later, Aph reaches up with her hand and rakes the eyes of TLS, which causes the break. Aph gets up, favoring her back a little as Lost Soul tries to clear his vision.

Caelan Tyler: TLS tried to wear down the back of his opponent, apparently having done some research.

Jake Steel: Wait, he doesn't know who he is, but he can research people? Are you even listening to yourself?

Caelan Tyler: What's so wrong with that?

Jake Steel: If you don't know, I'm certainly not going to tell you!

Caelan Tyler: ...

A cold, determined stare has replaced the smirk for the time being as Aph exits the ring and climbs to the top rope. The Lost Soul finally gets to his feet, apparently able to see as he turns...and Jordan drops him with a picture-perfect Final Aphrodisiac! She holds for the cover as the ref slides in:

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Two and a half only as TLS finds the back door to escape the pin! Aph gets back to her feet, the smirk firmly in place once again as she lifts TLS into a back suplex position and sets him in the corner. A forearm to the small of back follows this before she grabs the hair of TLS and drops him into a Tree of Woe position.

Caelan Tyler: This might not be good for The Lost Soul here.

Jake Steel: Thank you, Captain Obvious.

Backing up to the other side of the ring, The Warheart charges in, giving the wrestler formerly known as ??? a Face Full of Steel! She gets to her knees, expecting her opponent to crash to the mat, but TLS is still tied up in the Tree of Woe. Her smirk becomes a full-fledged grin, and again Aph moves across the ring and delivers the move a second time. Lost Soul finally collapses to the mat as Jordan pulls him away from the ropes and makes the cover:

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Almost three, as TLS just barely gets the shoulder up!

Jake Steel: WHOOOOOOOO~!

Caelan Tyler: How did I see that coming, with Lost Soul having been cut open?

Jake Steel: That's an extra point on the Steel Scale of Abuse!

Her vicious streak showing once again, Aph pulls The Lost Soul to his feet and hooks the head in a DDT position. She backs TLS closer to the corner before she jumps onto the second rope and attempts a springboard tornado DDT, but The Lost Soul shoves her away from it and catches her running back in with a spear! TLS falls to the mat, unable immediately to make the cover. A few seconds pass before he finally manages to drape an arm over his opponent.

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No, two and a half only!

Caelan Tyler: Desperation move by The Lost Soul, and almost caught Aph napping on that exchange.

Both wrestlers are slow to get up, fatigued from the match. At the count of seven, TLS is back up; Aph joins him a moment later. Lost Soul tries a right hand, blocked and countered by Jordan! TLS tries again, with the same result. Aph lets loose a couple more right hands before backing her opponent into the ropes. Irish whip by the NLW Champion, reversal by TLS sends Aph into the ropes. Off the rebound, TLS looks for a lariat, but Aph ducks, stops on a dime and nails a Purrfect Ending on an unsuspecting Lost Soul! TLS collapses onto the canvas as Aph stares down at him, a wicked gleam in her eye.

Jake Steel: And here comes the crazy bitch back!

Caelan Tyler: Aphrodisia seems to be in control; can she put The Lost Soul away here?

She pulls TLS to the corner, and quickly exits the ring to head upstairs. Looking down at her opponent, she smirks once before leaping off, looking for Divine Intervention. However, TLS gets the knees up and drives the air out of Jordan's body on impact! Aph rolls towards the center of the ring, clutching her stomach as she tries to get the air back in her lungs. The Lost Soul is slow to regain his feet, but finally does so as he picks up Aph and drives her head into the turnbuckle. He does this a second time, and then moves across the ring. He charges, and crushes her in the corner with an avalanche! Aph collapses in a heap as TLS now gets a smirk on his face, as he climbs to the outside.

Caelan Tyler: Now it's The Lost Soul with the advantage. Is he looking to end it here?

Jake Steel: Not if Aph has her way! Get 'im, Aphy!

He pauses but for a brief moment before leaping, looking to end the match with the Souled Out somersault leg drop. This time, however, it's Aph who manages to get the hell out of the way, as TLS crashes and burns on impact. Jordan is very slow to get to her feet as she glances over at The Lost Soul, who seems to have stopped bleeding momentarily. Shaking her head, she pulls him to his feet before driving him back down with an Implant DDT! Aph rolls over The Lost Soul, and licks his blood-stained cheek before heading outside.

Caelan Tyler: We know what's coming next...

She's slow to get to the top rope, but finally does. Without hesitation, she leaps off, landing her trademark French Kiss finisher! Grimacing a bit, she nonetheless moves into the cover:

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3!

'Dead Man Walking' hits the airwaves as Aph stands up, her smirk back on her face.

Zach King: Here is your winner: APHRODISIA JORDAN!

Caelan Tyler: Valiant effort put in by The Lost Soul, but in the end the champ was too much.

Jake Steel: Crazy bitch is on a rampage!

RING RING RING...

Caelan Tyler: Rampage or not she has to be getting nervous with the Gold Rush tournament winding down and her opponent from Turbulence soon to be chosen.

Jake Steel: She'll be able to handle it, she's a big girl.

The scene opens in on the new NLW Anarchy X champion, Jin Royale, talking on a cell phone in the hallway.

Jin Royale: Right. Look, man, I'm glad we met and all, but I seriously think you're not on the winning team here. ...Well, that's fine, I agree with you there.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like Jin's talking business.

Jake Steel: Shhh! He'll hear you!

Caelan Tyler: ...But he's on...never mind.

Jin Royale: Mmhmm. Right. Hey, I got you what you wanted, right? You should trust me. ...Hey, worst case scenario, I lied to you and you got to twiddle your thumbs for a few hours. Big whoop. Worth the risk, y'know?

Jin notices the camera and starts changing the subject.

Jin Royale: So...how about those Oilers? ...THEY MOVED TO TENNESSEE FROM HOUSTON? OH MAN THIS IS INCREDIBLE.

Caelan Tyler:: Jin's up to something...

Jake Steel: Probably something crap anyway.

COMMERCIAL

Caelan Tyler: I wouldn't underestimate Jin Jake, I mean he did beat Jackson last Uprising to win the Anarchy X Championship!

Jake Steel: FLUKE!

'Are you 'content' with life?'

Former NLW Juniorweight Champion Skye Ricardo appears wearing purple briefs and a black 'Parental Advisory' shirt reading 'Exponentially Content.'

Skye Ricardo: I'm content! I'm 'Exponentially Content!' And you can be too with my new adult film, Skye Ricardo's Exponentially Content!

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Skye smiles and holds up a hand.

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A small, fine-print message at the bottom of the screen reminds viewers that Ricardo's film is in no way associated with NLW.

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: Oh, as if you're really shocked by that.

JIN ROYALE VERSUS JOSH ALLEN GOLD RUSH SEMI-FINAL

Caelan Tyler: I didn't expect to see a commercial about something like that Jake!

Jake Steel: Really? Psh, you probably co-starred!

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 Semifinal 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: Like him or not Jake, Josh Allen has been on a roll to get here, defeating Joey Vasco, Triple M and last Uprising Jason Stone to make it this far.

Jake Steel: And now there's no one left worth a damn to stop him. Bummer.

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

I AM THE WHOOOOOOOOOOOOLE FREAKIN' SHOW!

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

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

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

Zach King: From Houston Texas... Weighing in at 280 pounds... He is the Anarchy X Champion... 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. He removes the title belt from around his waist, handing it to the ref before staring down Josh Allen.

Caelan Tyler: This should be a thrilling match, with Jin no doubt looking to get payback for not just his tag partner Jason Stone, but for the loss he suffered at Josh Allen's hands back in the ICWF.

Jake Steel: If not for the main event I would walk out right now and not even think twice about it.

Caelan Tyler: I don't think Jack would like that too much.

Jake Steel: So? These two suck!

The bell rings, and Jin Royale charges at Allen, looking to get a quick start to the match. Thinking quickly, Allen slides out of the ring, drawing the distain of the crowd with the evasive maneuver. Jin quickly follows suit, leading Allen to go around the ring and slide back in. Jin slides back in as well, but Allen is too quick to his feet, and he quickly stomps down hard on the back of Jin's knee. Jin rolls over onto his back, and this time Allen rears back and punts the back of Jin's leg! The boos are getting louder now, as Allen waits for Jin to get back to a vertical base before leveling him with a jumping heel kick, quickly going for a pin:

1!

Not even close! Jin quickly kicks out of that with authority!

Caelan Tyler: Josh Allen trying to steal one quickly here, but Jin had that ploy well scouted.

Jake Steel: I hope he keeps working on that knee though, put Jin out for a few months so I won't have to watch him.

Allen shakes his head, quickly bouncing back up and throwing himself into the ropes, bouncing off and clipping Jin in the knee from behind! Allen follows it up with a quick leg drop across the throat and another cover:

1!

2!

NO! Another kickout!

Caelan Tyler: I guess Allen's made his strategy clear, lots of pin covers and hope to wear him down.

Jake Steel: Whatever it takes to get this match over with quickly and as painless as possible.

Caelan Tyler: I don't know what your problem is with these guys Jake, they are both excellent wrestlers.

Jake Steel: Simple Cael, you're a big fan of both.

Caelan Tyler: ...

Shaking his head, Josh Allen drags Jin up, quickly hooking him and delivering a snap suplex to buy himself some time. Allen goads Jin, egging him on to stand back up and as the Anarchy X champion does so Josh irish whips him into the ropes. Jin bounces back, and Allen prepares to go for a dropkick. It gets telegraphed though, and Allen's chest and face bounce off the mat hard when Jin blasts him out of the air with a flying shoulderblock, spinning him around! The crowd is on their feet as both men are down.

Caelan Tyler: Nice desperation move by Jin there, catching Allen completely off guard!

Jake Steel: BAH! So much for a quick ending to this train wreck of a match!

Both men slowly get to their feet, with Jin visibly avoiding putting weight onto on left knee. Allen notices this, quickly delivering a swift kick to the limb than sends Jin down onto one knee. Allen quickly bounces off of the ropes, leaping up and drilling Jin right in the chin with a Shining Wizard! Allen again quickly hooks the leg:

1!

2!

No, Jin again gets his shoulder up just in the nick of time!

Caelan Tyler: Allen's quick pin strategy doesn't seem to be paying off here, although working over that knee seems to be paying off.

Jake Steel: Cripple him! I want to see him on crutches when this is over!

Allen sneers to the crowd as he pulls Jin to his feet, quickly nailing him with rights. Allen surveys the crowd while winding up, looking to deliver a knock out blow, but the showboating backfires as Jin is able to block it, and he fires back with rights of his own! Jin has Allen reeling with punch after punch before he winds back and catches Allen with a big European uppercut! Allen falls over like a sack of potatoes and Jin quickly goes for a pin himself:

1!

2!

Shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Big Saotome Rising by Jin there, but just not enough to keep Allen down!

Jake Steel: That is such a stupid name for a punch.

Caelan Tyler: What? The Saotome Rising?

Jake Steel: Yes, although all of the names for Jin's moves sux.

Caelan Tyler: Not they don't.

Jake Steel: Yes they do! Jin sux!
Regardless of Jake's opinion, the crowd is behind Jin as he waits for Allen to get to his feet. Allen does, and Jin quickly pounces, slamming into him with a Lou Thesz press before unleashing a flurry of rights onto Allen! The referee quickly chastises Jin, but he continues for a few moments before letting up, dragging Josh to his feet and quickly nailing him with an implant DDT! The impact leaves Allen laid out, with Jin taking in the cheers of the crowd before pointing to the top rope.

Caelan Tyler: Could it be? Is Jin looking for the Revolution 9?

Jake Steel: ...Again with the stupid move names!

Caelan Tyler: Stupid name or not it's the same move that Jin used to finish off Brad Jackson last Uprising!

Jake Steel: That was dumb luck.

Caelan Tyler: Right...

Still hobbling on that left knee, Jin is slow to get to the top. By the time he does, Allen has recovered enough that he's able to slam against the top rope, causing Jin to lose his footing and crotch himself! The crowd lets out a collective gasp as Allen quickly climbs the top rope, delivering a few solid jabs before hooking Jin's head. Allen shifts his positions, pulling Jin up and quickly delivers a massive superplex that leaves both men motionless in the center of the ring!

Caelan Tyler: Jin took too long there, and Allen was able to capitalize with that superplex!

Jake Steel: Now there's a move I haven't seen in forever!

Caelan Tyler: Gotta wonder though who that took more out of...

Slowly, Josh Allen starts to stir, using the ropes for leverage as he pulls himself up. He notices that Jin still hasn't moved, so he quickly drops down for a pin:

1!

2!

3...No, Jin gets the shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Unbelievable! Jin got his shoulder up!

Jake Steel: DAMNIT! I just want this to end!

Frustrated, Josh pulls Jin to his feet, hooking him with a front facelock. Allen taunts the crowd, signaling that he's looking for the end of the match when Jin manages to shove himself free. Before Allen can react Jin shifts behind him with a wristlock, lifting him up for a high release german suplex, folding Josh like an accordion. The crowd is solidly behind Jin as he tries to right himself. After a few moments, Jin pulls himself to his feet, grabbing Allen and pulling him up as well. As he does so though, Allen pulls him down with an inside cradle, grabbing a handful of tights as he does so:

1!

2!

3!

Jin kicks out immediately after the referee counts the three, but it's already too late!

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

Caelan Tyler: JA just stole one with that!

Jake Steel: Thank you Buddha it's over!

NOT OVER YET

Caelan Tyler: Well I knew he'd do it, I knew he'd win!

Jake Steel: Hell, what's he doing now? Get your ass out of the ring, Josh Allen! Get out!

Careless that the bell rang, Josh spits on the mat and rolls outside the ring, grabbing for a chair. The ref shoves him, trying to keep the weapon from entering the ring, but Josh just throws the ref outside.

Jake Steel: Oh shit, chair shot coming up! Can't say Jin might not deserve this one...

Caelan Tyler: I don't think he does either, but Josh is probably just making a point that, indeed, THIS match should have been the main event as regularly scheduled!

Josh swings the chair, and the fans' booing overpowers the sound of the impact between the steel and Jin's legs. As if on cue, Jason Stone makes his way down the ring, leaping through the ropes and powering Josh Allen to the ground with a clothesline from behind. Boos turn to cheers as Jason helps Jin up, and brings Josh up, suplexing him to the mat.

Jake Steel: Big-ass man alert!

Jordan Brock stomps down the aisle and pulls himself onto the ring apron. He enters, and Jason turns to meet the sole of Jordan's boot. Jason's neck snaps back and his head smacks the ring. Jin tries to leap on Jordan, and locks him into a sleeper. Jin yanks and twists, but Jordan finally overpowers him, cradles him in his arms and drives him into the mat with a sit-down piledriver. Josh gets back to his feet and begins stomping Jason Stone.

Caelan Tyler: I have to wonder why Jackrabbit or Talon didn't rush down to save High Impact?

Josh and Jordan soak in the heat from the crowd as they leave the ring and head backstage.

Jake Steel: Maybe they are playing Dance Dance Revolution or something. When you're in the middle of a game, it's impossible to pause and pick up later...

Backstage, Josh and Jordan walk up to former NLW Lightweight Champion Skye Ricardo. Skye has used endless lengths of duct tape to make a strong wall of gray across one wall. The center of the wall gives way to a small bulge every once-in-a-while, and a faint sound from the other side is heard as the two Fusion tag team members try to break the wall down.

Caelan Tyler: I knew Josh had been in contact with Skye Ricardo, but he's back in NLW? What next?

Jake Steel: Just one more body between you and JA, huh? Can't stand it, can you?

Josh bumps hands with Skye and Jordan before they walk off and storm into Jack Sullivan's office. He barely looks up over his desk.

Josh Allen: Now, give me that damned match with Jesse Williams. Whatever it takes, whoever you have to talk to, set it up! Here, there...

Josh is cut off when a man wearing a staff shirt barges in, talking too fast to understand everything, and not noticing the other three wrestlers standing across from Jack.

Staffer: Jordan Brock stuck his nose into our program AGAIN. You've seen the show, you know we can't g--

He stops, suddenly realizing Josh, Jordan and Skye were just inches away. He locked eyes with Sullivan, who nodded nonchalantly, then turned back to Josh.

Jack Sullivan: Far as I know, Jordan Brock's been in my office for over an hour. I didn't see a thing. Now get out of my office.

The staffer pounds his fists on the desk and storms out, slamming the door. Jack scolds Allen before he can start in again.

Jack Sullivan: You might work here, but Jordan absolutely doesn't, so he needs to back off and not get involved in my matches. Understood? Now as far as Jesse Williams, it isn't happening, so quit asking. I run this show, don't forget that. Now run along so I can watch my main event. Oh, and the same goes for you, Skye. I don't give a shit about your history here - you're not employed here now. Keep it under control and don't cause me problems.

Josh grunts and storms out with Jordan and Skye in tow.

Caelan Tyler: Wow, even with all of that Jack's just turning a blind eye to what happened.

Jake Steel: About damn time someone stuck it to Explicit Content... Just, why did it have to be Josh Allen?

COMMERCIAL

Caelan Tyler: Well the boss does seem to want to see Allen win this tournament.

Jake Steel: No idea why...

Voice-Over: Uprising is brought to you this week by:

Fade in to what is obviously a video-game rendering of a football stadium. It's in a torrential downpour, and there are huge mud puddles on the field. One can hardly tell the difference in the teams' uniforms, except for the helmets. The screen cuts to the scoreboard:

Philadelphia Brawlers: 14
Phoenix Fire: 14
4th Quarter, 00:03 to play.

The teams line up around the football, eight men to a side. It's 1st and 30, from the Phoenix 49-yard line. The camera cuts to a close-up view of the Philadelphia defensive end, who snarls with anger and tries to intimidate the offensive lineman. A man comes in motion from the backfield as the ball as snapped.

Voice-Over: Come on, guys, go deep.

The camera shifts to the locker room, where we see the reigning NLW Legacy champion with his own wireless X-Box 360 controller in hand, a look of concentration on his face. The camera cuts back to the game, as the quarterback heaves the ball mere moments before being drilled by the Philadelphia defensive end. The ball sails towards the end zone, and time seems to slow down as a receiver reaches up with one hand, makes a circus catch, and gets his feet in-bounds before going through the back of the end zone.

The Phoenix: That's what I'm talking about! Win at any cost!

The logo for the newly-released Blitz: The League II shows up on the screen, before the shot fades to black.

Caelan Tyler: Whoo! Go Phoenix Fire!

Jake Steel: Boo anything Phoenix-related!

THE PHOENIX VERSUS X-TERMINATOR TWO OUT OF THREE FALL

Caelan Tyler: Even Black Phoenix? I thought you liked her.

Jake Steel: Crazy bitches non-withstanding.

Caelan Tyler: Well regardless, it's main event time!

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

Zach King: The following match is a two out of three falls match for both the NLW Legacy and OWF PDA championships! Coming down the aisle... from the End of Nowhere, weighing 365 pounds... this is THE PHOENIX!

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

Caelan Tyler: This match is going to have some unique rules, as the first fall will be a normal match officiated by an OWF referee. The second fall will be Legacy rules officiated by a NLW referee and if it goes to the third fall it will be falls count anywhere with both referees.

Jake Steel: That is weird but won't matter, X-T is gonna kick Phoenix's teeth in.

The camera cuts towards the entrance ramp and the lights quickly fade to black. The arena sits in darkness, the fans become restless as many different chants come from them. A dim blue light slowly hits the entrance at the top of the ramp. The crowd erupts at this sight as the music slowly begins to play over the P.A System.

Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Marilyn Manson's 'This is the New Shit' begins to blare over the speakers. The entire world anxiously awaits the entrance of the Outsider himself. The light continues to sparkle on the entrance, but there is no movement to be seen. The music continues to blare as X-Terminator is nowhere to be seen. The NLW fans begin to get restless, as they all unite booing the outsider even before he enters the ring.

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the 'violence'
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along.

Still, there is no movement on the top of the ramp. Finally, the cameras cut backstage as Jack Sullivan himself is seen pacing the backstage area. The music can still be heard faintly in the background. Sullivan finally approaches the locker room of The Cult of Steel. He knocks heavily on the door three times. Moments pass before the door swings open, and out brush the OWF Entourage filled with Trent Steel, Justin Zane and many OWF Security representatives. Finally, from the back of the pack, X-Terminator is seen exiting his locker room wearing a full on silk robe with a hood. He keeps his head down with a determining look on his face. He begins to punch the air in front of him preparing for the match to come. The entourage makes their way through the locker room. They make their way past a sea of NLW onlookers from the roster. Talon, Jin Royale, Plague, Jackrabbit and Jason Spire are many of the onlookers hoping to get a glimpse at the OWF sensation. They finally make their way towards the entrance as the music continues to grow louder and louder. Finally, the entourage meets the curtain.

Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shit.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shit,
Stand up and admit.

The OWF Security are the first to bust through the curtain. They make their way slowly to the edge of the ramp and await the rest of the cavalry. Trent Steel and Justin Zane enter through the curtains to a chorus of boos from the NLW faithful. They both immediately step aside as a cloud of smoke begins to hit the ramp. This cloud of smoke lasts for a mere matter of moments before it expires. Standing from the mist is none other than X-Terminator, holding his PDA Title over his right shoulder and his Blood title over his left. He slowly begins walking down the ramp, following the entourage that escorts him. They finally reach the bottom of the ramp and escape the unprovoked remarks from the NLW fans. The entourage steps aside and makes way for X-Terminator. He looks at his fellow gang and smiles sadistically before entering the ring sliding through the bottom rope. He jumps up into the middle of the ring. He slowly begins wiping his shoes in the center of the ring, directly on top of the Uprising logo, to the dismay of the fans. X-Terminator drops the robe and hands it to Justin Zane on the outside. He then grabs his two OWF title belts and refuses to give them to the ref, instead, he gives them to Trent Steel carefully on the outside. He then stretches his arms and prepares for the match to commence.

Zach King: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 232 pounds... He is the OWF PDA and Blood Tag Team champion... X-TERMINATOR!

Caelan Tyler: That was a rather elaborate entrance for the OWF competitor.

Jake Steel: Why not? A lot of people in NLW get fancy entrances.

Caelan Tyler: Fair enough.

The OWF Referee enters the ring as the highly Pro-NLW crowd gives him jeers of a lifetime. He's a professional though and ignores them as he walks into the center of the ring. He holds out his hands to both Phoenix and X-Terminator telling them to wait for the bell... and he calls for it and the match is on! Immediately a huge Phoenix chant breaks out as Phoenix makes his way to the center of the ring first beckoning X-Terminator to try him. X-Terminator seems to be slightly put off from the huge amounts of energy pouring from the crowd... But he meets Phoenix in the middle of the ring. He begins to mouth off to Phoenix over and over again, stuff about taking his title, being the better wrestler and Phoenix just shoves him down hard causing him to flip over and end up on his knees as the crowd approves. Phoenix extends one arm out and beckons for X-Terminator to bring it as the crowd continues to chant Phoenix.

Jake Steel: Show of disrespect there from Phoenix! That rat bastard!

Caelan Tyler: I think with the ego trip that was that entrance X-T deserves it.

Jake Steel: You would.

X-Terminator is on his feet and he bounces off the ropes and charges at Phoenix who goes for a clothesline but X-Terminator slides under it... He bounces off again and Phoenix ducks down for a back body drop but X-Terminator leap frogs and hits the ropes again... Phoenix spins around as X-Terminator leaps in for a running cross body but Phoenix catches him and hoists him up on his shoulder. He's going for a slam but X-Terminator wiggles out and lands behind him and dropkicks him in the back. It barely budges Phoenix who turns around and glares at X-Terminator who jumps up for another dropkick attempt this time hitting Phoenix in the chest causing him to back up a few feet. This one seems to have hurt him. Confident that he had stun him X-Terminator bounces off the ropes and goes for a running drop kick but Phoenix side steps him and swats him down to the roar of the crowd! X-Terminator pushes himself up on his feet but Phoenix is waiting and he scoops him up for a huge body slam!

Caelan Tyler: X-T with a quick flurry of offense, but Phoenix back in control here.

Jake Steel: BOO!

X-Terminator is in trouble as the Phoenix chants continue! Phoenix doesn't allow X-Terminator to get up he lifts one of the legs up and IMMEDIATELY drops down on it with an elbow! Phoenix is already softening him up for his finishing move. Phoenix stands back up and holds the leg up again and drops another elbow... X-Terminator screaming in pain! Phoenix stands up but this time doesn't drop an elbow... instead he stands one foot on the already assaulted leg and then lifts up on his other leg putting his full weight down on X-Terminator's leg. He steps down and walks away as X-Terminator begins to push himself toward the ropes screaming about the damage done to his leg. He pulls himself up using the ropes as Phoenix comes in and grabs him by the head forcing him into the corner. X-Terminator is in the corner as Phoenix hits him with a hard chop that causes X-Terminator to hunch over. He grabs X-Terminator and forces him back up right and hits another hard chop causing X-Terminator to stumble out of the corner holding his chest. Phoenix comes from behind and kicks him in the same leg he's already attacked causing X-Terminator to fall flat on his back. Phoenix actually has an approving smile on his face as X-Terminator gets himself back up only for Phoenix to kick his leg from under him again causing him to fall on his back... this time rolling out of the ring as the OWF ref begins a very slow ten count!

Caelan Tyler: X-T bailing from the ring as The Phoenix has tight control of the match thus far.

Jake Steel: He's only catching a quick breather, I'm sure he'll get this under control soon enough.

Phoenix follows him out of the ring and grabs him throwing him back in. Phoenix rolls himself into the ring as X-Terminator stands himself up... limping slightly. Phoenix grabs him in an atomic drop position and bends one of his legs back... wanting to lift him up and drop one of his bent legs on his knee. He lifts X-Terminator up but X-Terminator rakes his eyes causing Phoenix to drop him as he goes to cover his eyes. X-Terminator scrambles up on his feet as Phoenix turns around and uncovers his eyes just in time for X-Terminator to hit a successful spinning wheel kick right into the face... it rocks Phoenix but he remains standing! X-Terminator scrambles back up on to his feet and hits a dropkick right into Phoenix's face. Phoenix still won't go down and the crowd is chanting Phoenix... Phoenix... encouraging him to stand! X-Terminator runs into the rope, with a small limp, and comes at Phoenix who ducks down and hits a back body drop... with X-Terminator getting high altitude and landing firmly on his back so hard he immediately goes up into a sitting position with a grimace before falling down. Phoenix decide to go for a pin... hooking the leg he's assaulted. The OWF Ref goes down...

Caelan Tyler: Pin attempt by The Phoenix!

1... and that's all as X-Terminator gets a shoulder up. Phoenix glares at the ref mouthing 'that was slow' as a piece of trash is thrown into the ring from the crowd right at the ref. The ref turns around to pick up the piece of trash and toss it out of the ring as Phoenix grabs X-Terminator and pulls him up. X-Terminator drops down to a knee and hits Phoenix with a low blow! Phoenix grimaces and holds his jewels as the OWF ref turns back around... conveniently not seeing what had happened. With Phoenix doubled over X-Terminator scrambles up and runs hitting jumping up and having his knee hit Phoenix in the face causing him to shoot back up straight. He kicks Phoenix in the stomach doubling him over... Puts him in a front face headlock and drops him down with a beautiful DDT... his first big move of the night! X-Terminator rolls him over hoping for the three count. The OWF Ref counts...

1...

2...

KICKOUT by Phoenix!

Caelan Tyler: X-T went south there, but The Phoenix was able to avoid going down a fall here.

Jake Steel: Damn incompetent OWF refs, that should've been a three count!

Caelan Tyler: Only in your mind Jake.

X-Terminator gets up and goes to the outside and climbs to the top rope. Phoenix begins to push himself up... but his back is to X-Terminator who leaps off from the top rope and connects with a flying bulldog! Phoenix rolls over as X-Terminator quickly dives on top of him for one more pin attempt...

1...

2...

Phoenix manages to get his shoulder up.

Caelan Tyler: Another pin attempt by X-T, and again nothing!

Jake Steel: Damn!

X-Terminator though is in control after those two big moves and he stands up and gives Phoenix some stomps to the body. The Crowd is clapping their hands and stomping their feet trying to get Phoenix back into it. X-Terminator goes for one more boot but Phoenix grabs it coming down and uses it to bring X-Terminator to the ground. The crowd cheers this as Phoenix gets to one knee... but the cheers are quickly deafened as X-Terminator charges in and hits Phoenix with a shining wizard bring him back down. X-Terminator stands up and turns around giving the crowd a smile as they boo the fact he’s still in control! Phoenix is on his stomach trying to push himself up as X-Terminator gets a short running start jumps up and brings both knees down on the back of Phoenix's head bring his face into the mat. He goes for the cover again!

1...

2...

SHOULDER UP!

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix just will not say die here.

Jake Steel: He will, only a matter of time before that gag reflex acts up again...

X-Terminator pounds the mat in frustration as he stands up on his feet. He kicks Phoenix a few more times before going to the outside and climbing to the top rope again. Phoenix is not moving as he just lies there... what could X-Terminator be going for? X-Terminator takes his time and measures... Leaping off with a senton splash attempt but Phoenix rolls out of the way and X-Terminator hits the mat with a loud thud and thunderous approval from the crowd. The crowd is chanting Phoenix once more as Phoenix is pushing himself back up... X-Terminator is hurt from that and tries to get up. Phoenix is up but X-Terminator is a half second quicker as he comes in with a spinning heel kick that sends Phoenix stumbling into the corner and dying the crowd down once more. X-Terminator climbs up the second turnbuckle and raises his fist in the air letting the crowd know he is about to rain down punches. He begins to punch Phoenix... one... two... three... four... five... six... Phoenix grabs him and pulls him out of the corner and falls backwards causing X-Terminator's face to hit the top turnbuckle! The crowd gets up on their feet and shouts in excitement as X-Terminator is slumped face first in the corner and Phoenix is up on his feet. HE'S PUMPED! He grabs X-Terminator and throws him into the ropes. X-Terminator comes off and is met with a thunderous clothesline! X-Terminator despite loopy gets up on his feet but gets a huge kick in the stomach that drops him down to one knee. Phoenix doesn't even pick him up he just bends down... and gutwrenches him from that position and nails him with a gut wrench suplex. Phoenix goes for the cover...

1...

2...

SHOULDER UP BY X-Terminator!

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix is back in control, but X-T was able to kick out of the pin attempt.

Jake Steel: Of course he did, because he's a real champion, not like The Phoenix, getting by on flukes.

Phoenix isn't discouraged though. He picks X-Terminator back up and sets him up for the dragon screw leg whip! X-Terminator tries to counter with an enzuguri but Phoenix ducks it causing X-Terminator to crash onto the mat. Phoenix flips him over and grabs both legs setting him up for a slingshot! Phoenix falls back sling shooting X-Terminator into the corner where he hits the top turnbuckle once again! Phoenix walks over and pulls him out of the corner spinning him around and begins to ram his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd counts along: One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eig-... no Phoenix turns him around and begins to bang the BACK OF HIS HEAD into the turnbuckle. The Crowd chants... One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten... Phoenix finishes it up with a forearm shot to the head that sends him down in a sitting position on the middle turnbuckle as the crowd roars with approval!

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix rocking X-T with those punches and forearms.

Phoenix grabs X-Terminator who is highly dazed from all this and Irish whips him from one corner to the other. X-Terminator hits the opposite corner back first and he hits it hard. Phoenix turns his back to him to play to the crowd who cheers him on. He spins around and charges in attempting to hit a clothesline AND HE NAILS IT! He has X-Terminator on the ropes. 'ONE MORE TIME' shouts Phoenix as he Irish whips him into the opposite corner again. He waits a few seconds and he charges in once more. X-Terminator moves/falls out of the way as Phoenix hits the corner and bounces back. X-Terminator is on his back behind him and Phoenix trips over him as X-Terminator hooks a thigh and goes for a surprise roll up...

One...

Two...

THREE... HE GOT HIM!

Jake Steel: YES~!

Caelan Tyler: X-T got it!

The crowd boos as Phoenix kicks out too late and the ref goes over and raises the hand of a dazed and still on his back X-Terminator... the winner of the first fall.

Zach King: The winner of the first fall... X-TERMINATOR!

Caelan Tyler: That did seem kind of quick though...

Jake Steel: Psh, stop making excuses for the King of Choke!

The Phoenix hits the mat in frustration as the NLW referee makes his way down the aisle to officiate the second part of the match. The OWF referee exits the ring as the NLW official makes both men go to their respective corners before restarting the match.

Caelan Tyler: Before the next fall can start both men have to be standing in neutral corners.

Jake Steel: No shit Sherlock.

Caelan Tyler: This fall will be contested under Legacy rules, which should favor The Phoenix.

Jake Steel: He wishes.

With both men in the corner, the bell rings and the second fall starts. X-t and The Phoenix both go to the center of the ring, where they enter an collar and elbow tie-up, with X-T quickly gaining the upper-hand with a well placed knee. X-Terminator then quickly gets behind The Phoenix, applying a headlock, attempting to wear down the bigger man to get the second fall and the titles. Thinking quickly, Phoenix throws himself backwards, sandwiching X-Terminator between himself and the corner. X-T releases the hold, and The Phoenix quickly continues his assault, driving his shoulder into X-T's midsection.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix is showing a sense of urgency here, knowing that he can't afford allowing X-T to get the upper-hand being down a fall.

Jake Steel: It won't matter, X-T will quickly finish this and then we can all get on with our lives with our new Legacy champion.

Caelan Tyler: I don't know about that Jake, I don't think The Phoenix is going to give up the Legacy title without a fight.

Jake Steel: His luck with the flukes runs out tonight Cael.

The referee motions to the Legacy champion to get the fight out of the corner. The Phoenix grabs X-T, lifting him up and propping him up on the top turnbuckle. Quickly hooking the smaller man, The Phoenix delivers a muscle buster, X-T bouncing upon impact! The Phoenix quickly goes for the pin:

1!

2!

No, X-T got his shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Huge muscle buster by The Phoenix, but X-T was able to get his shoulder up!

Jake Steel: Good, that move had me worried for a second...

Caelan Tyler: Why, that The Phoenix might not be the choke artist you claim he is?

Jake Steel: No, I was worried he fucked that up and caused permanent injury to X-T.

Shaking his head, The Phoenix quickly pulls X-T to his feet before delivering a tear drop suplex. With X-T down, The Phoenix quickly moves to apply a rear naked choke. X-T quickly realizes the potential danger of the move and he grabs a bottom rope, forcing the hold to be broken.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix went for the same move that won him the Legacy championship, but X-T wisely grabbed the bottom rope to break the hold.

Jake Steel: He's no dummy.

As soon as The Phoenix releases the hold X-T slides out of the ring, yelling at a stagehand to move out of his way as he grabs a chair. The Phoenix slides out of the ring, only to be met with a chair to the gut, followed by the cold steel cracking against his skull! The referee quickly calls for the bell as the fans boo loudly.

Zach King: The winner of the second match via disqualification... THE PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: X-Terminator just got himself disqualified!

Jake Steel: Smart thinking on his part.

Caelan Tyler: What?! How so?

Jake Steel: Don't let the tubby prick get an inch, you get yourself DQed then you move onto your specialty and you wreck his shit.

Caelan Tyler: ...That's actually not that bad of a strategy.

X-T quickly rolls The Phoenix into the ring, looking to capitalize on the use of the chair. He quickly calls for the referees to count the pin, but both refuse, pointing to the corner. X-T seethes before going to the corner, pissed off. The NLW referee helps The Phoenix gather his wits before he pulls himself up in the corner. The bell rings, and X-T quickly charges towards The Phoenix, spearing him as he limps out of the corner. X-T then quickly goes for the pin:

1!

2!

3...No, The Phoenix gets his shoulder up at the last second!

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix lucked out there, as the rules of the match bought him enough time to recover from those chair shots!

Jake Steel: BOO~! HISS~! THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN A WIN!

X-T quickly rolls out of the ring, grabbing the chair he used from before and bringing it back in, striking The Phoenix across the back with it. X-T rolls Phoenix back over, covering him again:

1!

2!

No, shoulder up!

Jake Steel: ABUSE~!

Caelan Tyler: X-T is taking advantage of the anything goes rules here, using that chair to keep applying pressure to The Phoenix.

Jake Steel: Don't forget the abuse~!

X-T throws the chair down before dragging The Phoenix up, signaling for the end and starting to apply a double underhook. Before he can lock it in though, The Phoenix manages to pull his arm free, and he uses this to deliver a low blow to X-T, stopping the smaller man in his tracks. Phoenix tries to shake the cobwebs as the crowd cheers him on. X-T rolls onto his knees, writhing in pain as The Phoenix pulls himself to his feet. Phoenix lunges forward, dropping an elbow across the back of X-T's neck. Both men are down in the center of the ring, the long match taking its toll.

Caelan Tyler: It's anyone's game here, with both competitors out in the center of the ring.

Jake Steel: Come on X-T, bring the abuse and put an end to this charade!

X-T is the first to stir, using the ropes to pull himself up. The Phoenix starts to stir as well, trying to get to his feet. Both men slowly get up, and they start to trade blows in the center of the ring. X-T quickly takes control with a well-placed thumb to the eye before leveling him with a lariat. X-T then drapes the chair on Phoenix's head before hitting a legdrop onto the chair! He then quickly hooks the leg:

1!

2!

No, kickout!

Caelan Tyler: This has truly been a real back and forth affair here.

Jake Steel: Keep the abuse up! I want to see you put that fatty out once and for all!

Frustration has really sunk in at this point, as X-T picks up the chair, calling for Phoenix to get up. The Legacy champion struggles to get himself to his feet, worn out from the match. The Phoenix finally gets himself to a vertical base, and X-Terminator swings for the fences, trying to take Phoenix's head off. Phoenix ducks under the blow, surging forward and taking the PDA champ down with a double leg takedown. Phoenix holds onto X-T's legs, and he applies a figure four leglock, holding the OWF superstar in the center of the ring!

Caelan Tyler: Figure four!

Jake Steel: NO! Fight it X-T!

The Phoenix cinches in the hold, trying his damnedest to make X-T tap from the pain of the move. X-T struggles to pull himself to the ropes, but he's had too much taken out of him from the match, and he's unable to pull the big man along with him. Both referees check to make sure X-T doesn't tap, but X-Terminator will have no part of it. X-T reaches out, grabbing the steel chair. He brings the chair down hard on The Phoenix's head before falling to the mat from the pain. Phoenix falls back as well, leaving both men down. Both referees quickly slide into position:

1!

2!

3!

Caelan Tyler: Both referees just counted a pin, but for who?!

Jake Steel: Got my fingers crossed!

The NLW referee quickly signals for the bell, and he holds up X-Terminator's arm in victory! The OWF referee looks at him confused before raising The Phoenix's arm in victory.

Caelan Tyler: ...The hell?

Jake Steel: I have no idea...

The NLW referee motions to a stagehand, who hands him the NLW Legacy championship belt, which he then drapes across X-Terminator's fallen form. The Cult of Steel enter the ring, and put the PDA championship on X-T as well, celebrating the victory. The OWF referee shakes his head, grabbing the PDA championship off of the fallen X-T and handing it to The Phoenix. The referees both motion to Zach King, who enters the ring. They talk it over for a few moments before Zach gets onto the microphone.

Zach King: The OWF referee has declared The Phoenix the victor and has awarded him the OWF PDA Championship! The NLW referee has declared X-Terminator the victor and has awarded him the NLW Legacy Championship!

Caelan Tyler: WHOA!

Jake Steel: ...

Caelan Tyler: I don't know what to say to that!

The Cult of Steel helps X-T up and The Phoenix clutches the OWF PDA championship while the scene fades to black...