'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, and the scene flashes back to last Uprising, where JC defeated Vincent Cain, Ethan Dashery defeated Drake Munday, and in the main event, Josh Allen defeated Ray Lopes to retain the NLW Championship before walking out on the company! The scene cuts to ringside, with Caelan Tyler and Jake Steel, both of whom are surrounded by a vast variety of Halloween decorations.

Caelan Tyler: It's Halloween!

Jake Steel: Um, no it's not.

Caelan Tyler: It is around here Jake, and we have a very special Uprising planned because of it.

Jake Steel: We do? I didn't see any scheduled matches.

Caelan Tyler: Exactly, it's a mystery!

Jake Steel: You mean like Scooby Doo?

Caelan Tyler: ...No Jake.

Jake Steel: Damn.

The camera fades in to the office of the NLW Commissioner, who is facing the camera. He silent for a few moments before finally addressing the fans.

The Phoenix: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to a special Halloween edition of NLW Uprising. All of tonight's matches were signed prior to my appointment as Commissioner by Eriq Mobely, and as such I have no control over the stipulations and participants. Tonight, this is about enjoying what we do in the ring, and striving to entertain you, the viewing audience. For those of you who are expecting the somewhat serious, 'I must win or else' mentality that pervades professional wrestling today, you will not find it here. If you're looking for something to enjoy with the family that doesn't have that annoying laugh track attached to it, then sit back and enjoy. You're sure to find some treats here, without the tricks that other promotions like to spring on the unsuspecting public. Again, enjoy tonight's show.

The camera remains on his face for a moment later before fading out and the camera cutting back to ring side.

Jake Steel: The Phoenix isn't in charge tonight?! YES!

Caelan Tyler: Don't sound too excited there Jake... Who knows what's going to happen.

???: Yes, who indeed.

Jake Steel: Wait what?

Caelan Tyler: Is that who I think it is?

???: Yes, yes it is. Hello everyone and welcome to Legends of the Hidden Temple!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: ...No way...

The jumbotron shows footage going through a thick jungle before settling on the stony visage of the one and only Olmec. The crowd cheers as Olmec's features come to like to again address the crowd.

Olmec: As The Phoenix stated before, Eriq Mobely was kind enough to prepare a special edition of Uprising by giving control of the show over to me. So, to thank him for this opportunity, I decided to present him with a very special edition of the Legends of the Hidden Temple. Let's meet the contestants...

The camera cuts to a side area, which is all dark. A spotlight shines down first on a team dressed in red...

Olmec: First, allow me to present some familiar faces to the NLW fans... The Red Jaguars... Also known as... HIGH IMPACT!

The fans erupt when Jin Royale and Jason Stone are shown, both men wearing the red jumpsuits.

Jin Royale: WHOOOOOOOO! This is awesome!

Caelan Tyler: We haven't seen High Impact since last Turbulence! This is a huge surprise for the fans!

Jake Steel: If you say so...

Olmec: Introducing next... They are the Green Monkeys... SOUTHERN COMFORT!

The light shines down on both members of Southern Comfort, who look more than a little pissed off about the team they ended up being.

Jake Steel: Southern Comfort! WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!

TW Haywood: I want to know who nigger rigged this team name...

C.W. Buford: For the last time, it's now known as a presidential solution.

TW Haywood: And for the last time I don't care what--

Olmec: Okay, moving on... Introducing next... the Blue Barracudas... ARCHANGEL AND EDDIE WILLIAMS!

The light shines down on the two men in blue, with Archangel towering over Eddie.

Eddie Williams: Dude, you're totally hogging the spotlight.

Archangel: Hey dawg, don't try to play me like that.

Caelan Tyler: We haven't seen Archangel in a NLW ring in a long time either, although I can't imagine he's too happy about being stuck with Eddie Williams as his partner.

Olmec: And last but certainly not least... the Orange Iguanas... 'THE SPANISH FLY' JOSE HABRERA AND BATER!

The spotlight shines down on the last team, one of whom is wearing a lucha mask and the other sporting a cape, which he adjusts.

Caelan Tyler: Well Jose Habrera is the self-styled hero of Mexico, although I don't know who Bater is.

Jake Steel: What? Bater is only the greatest superstar in FLWA history! Better than Tony Cuffari, better than Orlandu, even better than Moss!

Caelan Tyler: I have no idea what that place is.

Jake Steel: You need to watch more wrestling Cael.

Olmec: Now then, the very first challenge is an important one, as only three teams will advance to the next round, and to do that, you must cross the moat!

The lights turn back on to reveal a large moat with several ropes run across it.

Olmec: The first three teams to cross the moat and ring the gong on the other side advances. Each team can only have one man at a time cross, and falling into the water means you have to start back from the beginning. You may begin on the sound of the gong.

A gong rings, and immediately Jin Royale, Archangel, TW Haywood and Bater take off, carefully attempting to navigate the rope. Jin tries the tightrope approach, attempting to maintain his balance as he walks across the ropes, using the guide wires that hold the rope in place to help him maintain his balance. Archangel, on the other hand, opts for a less finesse solution by grabbing the rope and swinging his body under it, wrapping his legs around it and using his strength to pull himself across. Haywood, on the other hand, just gets wet.

TW Haywood: God damnit they ain't paying me enough to deal with this chickenshit outfit!

Even though both men used very different strategies, both Jin and Archangel make it to the end at the same time... only to find Bater already standing there. They both look at each other before looking at him. Bater merely shrugs before adjusting his cape. Haywood is still having issues with staying dry while both Jason Stone and Eddie Williams make their way across the ropes. Jose Habrera has a fair lead on both men however, and their team is the first to ring the gong, followed by High Impact and then Archangel and Eddie.

Olmec: Well it looks like this round is over. Sorry Green Monkeys, but you just didn't make the cut.

TW Haywood: Oh hell no, I won't have no damn spic tell me I don't--

Before TW Haywood could make more of a ruckus the scene cuts back to the arena, with Caelan Tyler and Jake Steel.

Caelan Tyler: Well that is one of the most bizarre things I've seen take place on an Uprising.

Jake Steel: With a whole night of that to go!

Caelan Tyler: I can only imagine what might happen next.

Jake Steel: It better be something good.

The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distorted guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in. The second verse of 'Motel of the White Locust' by Glassjaw hits the PA System.

Now I kiss up to God, my fists and I pray to keep my head.
Though I like your pretty eyes better blackened,
And my fists all fucking red.
Through sickness and health, I've kissed up to God.
Two years, I have focused...
On the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking
locust.
Who could ever...
Who the fuck could ever...
Take the place of me?
Who could ever...
Who the fuck could ever...
No one can take the place of me.

After the chorus, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back- without a belt on him for the first time in a year and a half. The lights come back up to a normal setting, shining upon the entire arena. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings. The fans boo him mercilessly as he walks down the ramp in his return to NLW, keeping his eyes set on the ring. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in.

Wipe off your mouth!
Get up off your knees, and make me your god!
Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever?
It's sexual debauchery you fucking cunt, you fucking whore, you
cost what you're worth.

He slides into the ring, directly under the bottom rope, smiling wide for all to see. The fans keep on him, letting him know exactly how much they hate him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras and reaches around behind him with his left hand.

Followed by a boy like this,
Reignited by all your visits.
As long as your mouth is shut,
You'll still be fucking beautiful.

Jesse pulls a microphone from his back pocket with his music fading out, and the crowd growing even louder in showing their dissatisfaction with Jesse.

Jesse Williams: I can stand here all fucking night and soak up every bit of this. I really don't mind, 'cause I've got nowhere else to be.

The fans amp up their volume again, trying to drown Jesse out and frustrate him as bad as possible- both of which they achieve rather quickly.

Jesse Williams: So unless you want your Halloween Uprising to consist of the Jesse Williams show for the rest of the night- I suggest you sit down, and shut your traps.

Booing remains prevalent in the arena for a brief second, with Jesse staring out into the masses. Wanting to get on with the show the fans quiet themselves, and listen intently for Jesse's next statement.

Jesse Williams: There we go. Now, let me formally introduce myself to the people around here who don't know me. My name is Jesse Williams, and I'm here to change NLW back into a driving force in the wrestling world. For those of you who think you do remember me from my last run, well, guess again because just cause you think doesn't mean you know. I've been through a few things, but all of that is in the past and I
am now ready to come back and pick up where I left off. And that's as your NLW Champion.

A general consensus of jeers and boo's rip through the arena, with Williams seemingly taken back a bit.

Jesse Williams: Face the facts, people. You don't have a guy standing a top your ladder who symbolizes what it is to be a Champion, and you don't have a supporting cast to line up on each of the differing rungs. Josh Allen has tucked his tail between his legs, and spit in all of your faces in spite of the fact that you all gave him your respect and adulation upon his return. A return at the expense of myself, and my Championship reign. Illness or not, what's plaguing him isn't a cancer- it's fear. And a World Champion can't fear anything- because the second he shows a vulnerability,
there will be a dozen guys ready to turn that crack into a gaping hole in your armor. So he did the smartest thing he could, and he left 'on his terms' and 'on top'. I guess you could call it that, with his last match being nothing short of unimpressive and boring. But that will be his lasting legacy, and he chose that- so he has no one to blame for being called and found out as a coward besides himself.

The crowd doesn't take kindly to his words, and lets Jesse know by shouting different obscenities and insults towards the ring. A fan even goes as far to hurl a plastic cup that narrowly misses cracking Williams on the left side of his face. He plays it off seamlessly, and kicks right back into gear un-phased.

Jesse Williams: But he isn't NLW's problem and he never will be. For everything that is wrong with Allen as a person, there are twice as many redeeming qualities when he steps through these ropes. In the end, this federations problem lies in the talent remaining- and by that, I mean the scrubs of the OWF. The guys who made the transition over, hoping to do something worthwhile based on what they did somewhere else. JC, Lopes, Munday- not exactly what you would call the cream of the wrestling crop. The fact that those guys make up nearly half of the roster, and the other half features competitors who could tattoo their names over their foreheads and still nobody would remember who they are, is just plain sad. With Allen gone, who do you think is really worthy of being World Champion?

Not a peep is heard throughout the mass of people, who Jesse eyes up from the front row all the way to the nosebleeds.

Jesse Williams: I mean that honestly. Do you really think that Ray Lopes strapping that belt over his shoulder will bring back memories of Aphrodisia Jordan and The Ice Man trading the belt back and forth? How about if JC held it proudly above his head- do you think you'd go back to Josh Allen finally dethroning Aphrodisia once and for all? Dashery? Erikson? Munday? What have they done to earn your respect? In my mind there is only one name on the current roster that can pick this federation back up by carrying it on his shoulders. And it's Williams.

Boo's rise up to the rafters as Jesse smirks slightly, pacing to his right with his eyes down on the ring mat. He approaches one of the camera men on the apron, and glances right into the lens.

Jesse Williams: And let me be clear, I don't mean Eddie.

A few fans snicker out loud, but are shushed by the surrounding members of the crowd who try to keep stonefaced with Jesse rounding back to the middle of the ring.

Jesse Williams: You're looking at the one man who you show no respect for, but the same guy you should be groveling to- begging me to save your beloved federation. You can boo me, you can pelt me with your drinks and your insults,
but in the end you all know deep down inside of you that the moment I walked through those curtains- NLW got stronger. And when everything is said and done, you will all be thanking me for my contributions.

Although awkwardly silent, a rousing amount of jeers soon floats from the crowd and echo around the venue.

Jesse Williams: It starts here tonight, as I have signed on the dotted line to compete in any match assigned to me. And after I win, I won't stop there. I will take back what is rightfully mine, and I will hurt those who oppose me. I'm ready for any opponent I face tonight, and anyone I could face in the future.

Williams peels his body from the ropes and treks back to the center of the squared circle. A quick shimmy to his left, and he glances back into the hard camera.

Jesse Williams: But before I go back and get ready for my match, I want to send a message to someone who I know is watching in whatever cardboard box he has moved himself and his handheld television into. Nick James...

The fans, having remained silent for so long suddenly break into a loud roar.

Jesse Williams: You ran your mouth for so long, and just like Allen you happen to disappear when the shit gets serious. If I do nothing else in my time here in NLW, I will destroy you and everything you've built for yourself here. I will wait until the end of time for you to rear your face back within any arena we work in, and when you do I will not hesitate for one second when it comes to dismantling you piece by piece. That's not a threat, and it's not me following you around to shit on your parade- it's a fucking promise.

Jesse gets ready to leave the ring when suddenly the image of Olmec appears on the jumbotron.

Olmec: It couldn't help but be noticed that you mentioned having signed on for any match. Well, in that case perhaps we should get you back on track. With the many people seeking the trophy contained in my temple it seems fitting that the you and your opponent embark on a quest of your own for an item the winner will surely covet.

Caelan Tyler: Jesse Williams is back? And in a match now?

Jake Steel: Looks that way.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a special Uprising Halloween match! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada... Weighing in at 235 pounds... JESSE WILLIAMS!

Caelan Tyler: Well, this is Jesse Williams' first match in a NLW ring since he lost the NLW Championship to Josh Allen, and I can't be the only one to find the timing of his return... odd.

Jake Steel: Cut him some slack Cael, he's a busy man, and he just wasn't able to fit NLW into his schedule. He'll get back to dominating the competition soon enough. You heard what he said!

Caelan Tyler: ...Right...

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

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

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

Caelan Tyler: I wonder what the gimmick is going to be for this particular match. I mean, we already know we have the Legends of the Hidden Temple match, and with Olmec the special guest host for tonight. I don't even want to think about the kinds of things that will result from this.

Jake Steel: I'm expecting something great. I mean, Olmecs were a really badass people weren't they? Rip out your heart and all that?

Caelan Tyler: Those are Aztecs Jake.

Jake Steel: ...Crap.

The two men in the ring stare each other down as the image of Olmec re-appears on the jumbotron for a moment before the scene on the jumbotron cuts to an unknown area in the area, where a stagehand stands, holding a clipboard with a stack of papers on it.

Olmec: Contract held in the hands of this brave soul will be the prize sought out by the two of you, but is it a treat, or a trick? That will be for you two to find out. Good luck.

Caelan Tyler: Well this is an interesting call. I wonder what the contract is for.

Jake Steel: Dunno, maybe an NLW Championship match?

Caelan Tyler: I'm sure both these guys hope that's what it is.

Dashery is the closer of the two to the entrance ramp, and immediately jumps through the ropes to make a beeline to the backstage area. Jesse leaps after him, scrambling to stop Dashery from leaving the cage but ending up flat on his stomach by the ropes. Dashery reaches in, grabbing Jesse by the hair and pulling him to the outside before delivering a solid European uppercut that catches the former NLW Champion flush on the jaw. Dashery then lowers his shoulder and drives it into Williams' gut, driving him back-first into the ring apron. After following that up with a chop, Dashery starts to run up the entrance ramp.

Caelan Tyler: Dashery taking advantage of his biggest advantage in this match, and that's the fact that Jesse Williams has an injury history so long that he's pretty much a walking triage unit.

Jake Steel: This looks like it'll be a good old fashioned brawl. Been a while since we saw one of those.

Caelan Tyler: Well as we saw earlier, Southern Comfort was involved in the Legends of the Hidden Temple match, so I think you might see some brawling later as well, even if they were eliminated.

Jake Steel: YES! SoCo in the house!

Jesse quickly gathers his wits about him and follows after Dashery, tagging him from behind with a forearm smash that sends Ethan stumbling up the ramp. Dashery then turns around and starts trading jabs with Jesse before Williams catches Dashery with a knee to the stomach, followed up by a double axehandle across the back that sends Ethan to his knees. Grabbing him by the hair, Jesse yells 'how do you like it?' before dragging Dashery to the top of the ramp, whipping him face-first into the jumbotron!

Caelan Tyler: These men are wasting no time trying to get backstage to get their hands on that contract.

Jake Steel: Why would they be? You don't know what that contract could be. Everyone wants a shot at the NLW Championship.

Caelan Tyler: Well you gotta think about what Olmec said, it could be a treat... but it could also be a trick. Who knows what he has up his sleeve for this.

Jake Steel: Up his sleeve? He's a giant head, he has no sleeves!

Caelan Tyler: ...You know what I meant Jake.

Jake Steel: No I don't. You're talking about sleeves. I don't see any sleeves.

Caelan Tyler: ...*Sighs*.

Jesse walks into the backstage area, scanning for any stagehands holding clipboards when Ethan charges up to him, catching Williams off-guard by launching himself like a missile, knocking the former champion into a nearby table filled with snack food and beverages. Food and fluids fly everywhere as Dashery quickly shifts on top of Jesse, delivering a flurry of fists to try to keep his opponent off balance. Reaching down, Dashery grabs a bag of popcorn and slams it over Williams' head, sending the popped kernels everywhere.

Jake Steel: Popcorn?! Oh the humanity~!

Caelan Tyler: It's only popcorn Jake.

Jake Steel: Have you ever been hit with popcorn Cael? Those kernels hurt like a bitch~!

Caelan Tyler: Somehow I doubt that Jake. Seemed more like a desperation move to me.

Jake Steel: Shows what you know Cael. I think we need a more experienced play by play man in here.

Pulling Williams to his feet, Ethan delivers a quick European uppercut before grabbing Jesse's head and bulldogging him back into the remnants of the table! With the former champ temporarily out of commission Dashery immediately starts looking for stagehands, knocking them over and taking things out of their hands to see if it's the contract. He knocks over three stagehands like this as others start moving away from him.

Caelan Tyler: Wow, Dashery is really looking rather... crazed with how he's trying to find that contract.

Jake Steel: Gotta do what you gotta do to get the victory here Cael, and if some stagehands get hurt in the process well they knew the job was dangerous when they took it.

Caelan Tyler: ...No they didn't Jake! They don't normally have people attacking them!

Jake Steel: They don't? I know when I wrestled I attacked stagehands all the time. Gotta teach those guys to stay on their toes or else they never learn man.

Caelan Tyler: Can't say that surprises me all that much...

After another coming up empty with another stagehand Dashery looks downright pissed off when out of nowhere comes Jesse Williams with a superkick, catching Ethan square on the jaw and knocking him back into some empty equipment cases! Jesse then yanks Dashery to his feet before bouncing his head off of the top of a case like one would dribble a basketball. Seeing an opportunity upon hearing the hollow sound in the case, Jesse opens it up. He then lifts up Dashery like you'd lift up a bale of hay, shoving him into the case and closing the lid!

Caelan Tyler: Well, that's one way to try to take your opponent out of your match.

Jake Steel: That's brilliant!

Caelan Tyler: Pretty unique, that's for sure.

Jake Steel: I'm loving this.

Caelan Tyler: I'm sure you are.

Jesse starts his own search through the backstage area looking for the stagehand with the clipboard, with the camera following him as he marches down the hall past several people in the hallway. Along the way he looks at several stagehands, who throw their hands up and say they haven't seen the contract when suddenly Jesse spots the guy at the end of the hallway, who holds the clipboard up like it's some sort of trophy.

Jake Steel: There it is! Looks like Jesse's got this one in the bag!

Caelan Tyler: I'm not sure I want to count Dashery out yet, but you might be right here Jake.

Jake Steel: Damn straight. This will be a cakewalk at this point. Jesse's so close to getting another title opportunity he can taste it.

Caelan Tyler: I wouldn't go that far...

Jake Steel: I would!

Jesse starts to run for the man, but hears someone yell his name from behind. Jesse turns to look, and Dashery lets Jesse know that he isn't out of the match yet, catching Jesse across the skull with a chair! Jesse falls to his knees, and Dashery delivers another shot to the former champion's back before throwing the chair down and running forward, grabbing the clipboard!

Caelan Tyler: Dashery did it! He got himself put back into it and grabbed the clipboard.

Jake Steel: Well I'll be...

Caelan Tyler: So much for being a cakewalk eh?

Jake Steel: Blah blah.

Olmec: Good job Mr. Dashery, except that as I said, it could be a treat... or it could be a trick. The contract you just grabbed is for a match all right... A match next Uprising booked by Jake Steel. Have fun, and enjoy your prize.

Dashery looks absolutely livid once he's told the stipulation of the contract, wanting to hand it to Jesse, who just smirks and walks away as soon as he's able to, leaving Dashery to throw a tantrum.

Caelan Tyler: A match booked by you?!

Jake Steel: YES! This will be EPIC~!

Caelan Tyler: If by 'epic' you mean 'train wreck' then yes, I whole-heartedly agree.

Jake Steel: Bah! Hater.

The scene cuts back to the Legends of the Hidden Temple, where the three remaining teams stand on the steps of knowledge.

Olmec: I big welcome to each team that has made it this far. Before we continue, allow me to tell you all about the item that you are trying to retrieve: the magnet beam. A tool long quested for by the cybernetic among us, it has only been in the possession of one, a spunky robot named Rock, he retrieved it from the highest of towers from behind a block, where it had been hidden by the fiendish Elec Man.

Jin Royale: Elec Man is such a jerk.

Olmec: That he is. Now then, it's time to test your skills on the steps of knowledge. Only two teams will be advancing here, so the first two teams to answer two questions about the legend and those involved in it may move on. First question, how many different adventures was young Rock involved in?

Jin Royale immediately stomps his foot down on the buzzer, looking like an excited puppy.

Olmec: That's easy! 15!

Olmec: That is correct.

Jin pumps his fist as he steps down.

Olmec: Next question: in which...

Bater confidently hits the buzzer.

Bater: 3.

Olmec: ...Err why yes, that is correct.

Bater looks rather smug as he takes a step down to the next level.

Olmec: Next question: Where did Rock find the Magnet--

Jin hits the buzzer.

Jin Royale: Elec Man's stage!

Olmec: I'm sorry, that is incorrect.

Eddie hits the buzzer.

Eddie Williams: Um, Magnet Man's stage?

Olmec: That is correct.

Eddie and Archangel then get to step down.

Olmec: Next question: in what game does Rock get the Magnet Beam?

It's a race to the buzzer, but Eddie gets it first!

Eddie Williams: 1!

Olmec: That is correct.

The bottom part of the stairs illuminate, allowing Eddie to stand at the bottom.

Olmec: And now, the final question: what was the name of the scientist that built Rock.

Bater goes to hit his buzzer, but finds that it doesn't work, allowing Jin Royale to easily hit his.

Jin Royale: Dr. Light!

Olmec: That is correct.

Bater frowns a bit at his misfortune, but walks away as both High Impact as well as Archangel and Eddie Williams celebrate advancing.

Caelan Tyler: Well it looks like we're down to the last two teams.

Jake Steel: Mega Man? Seriously? You'd think some kind of nerd was writing this or something.

Caelan Tyler: Well, it *is* Legends of the Hidden Temple Jake...

Jake Steel: ...True.

'Mad Mann' by Sean Price blasts throughout the arena as most of the fans rise up to their feet and begin cheering for Ray Lopes, as he makes his way down the ramp. He gives a pound to a fan or two along the way before entering the ring, looking down at the cauldrons around the ring.

Zach King: The following is a special Halloween Uprising match, where each cauldron at ringside contains a weapon that can be used in the match! Introducing first... From Los Angeles, California... Weighing in at 225 pounds... He is the NLW Legacy Champion... RAY LOPES!

Caelan Tyler: Ray is no doubt looking to avenge the loss he suffered last Uprising to Josh Allen.

Jake Steel: That was a travesty. Ray Lopes should be the champ now. Stupid cage matches.

Black Label Society's 'Fire It Up' hits the speakers as a set of red strobe lights flash at the top of the entrance ramp. Rising from beneath the stage, the masked figure looks around at the crowd for a brief moment, taking in the relative silence that greets his arrival before striding down to the ring, adjusting his mask and loosening up before the contest.

Zach King: And his opponent... from Bradbury Plaza...weighing 451 pounds... Fahrenheit Red!

Red walks up the steps, stopping at the apron to wipe his feet before stepping through the ropes and standing in a neutral corner, his eyes focused on the center of the ring.

Jake Steel: See, Cael. At least this guy knows when to hide. I'd hide too if I had a name as ridiculous as Fahrenheit Red. He's probably got a face to match that childish name under the mask, too.

Caelan Tyler: I haven't heard a lot about this guy; apparently he was a very late addition to the roster for this show, Jake. It's hard to know what to expect from such an unknown commodity, especially as I cannot recall him being in any promotions I've ever heard of.

Jake Steel: Lies, most likely. No way in hell he weighs over 400 pounds; our so-called Commissioner is bigger than he is! Is he even a trained wrestler?

Caelan Tyler: You have to believe that if he's not, the reigning Legacy champion will have a field day with him for certain.

The referee motions for the bell as Ray Lopes glances warily at his opponent, and then to the nearest cauldron. With Fahrenheit Red approaching, his appears to let the cauldron contents wait, while he meets Red in the middle of the ring with a grapple. Lopes gains the quick advantage, clinching a headlock on Red, but Red throws him off, bouncing him off the nearest ropes.

Caelan Tyler: I doubt that Red is actually anywhere near his 'listed' weight, but he still has a substantial size advantage over Ray Lopes. If he turns out to actually be a skilled competitor...

Jake Steel: ...as opposed to some random jabroni in a mask...

Caelan Tyler: ...yes, that...he could be quite a challenge for Lopes.

Jake Steel: Count me in the 'random jabroni in a mask' camp. He whipped him to the ropes. That doesn't make him a wrestler.

Ray Lopes returns with a hard shoulder block, but Red's size keeps him from moving hardly at all! Lopes goes to an adjacent rope, testing Red again with a shoulder, but again to no avail! He stares into Red's eyes through the mask, looking to feel his opponent out, but for his effort Red quickly bearhugs him and crushes him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex! Lopes doesn't seem too stunned by the maneuver, but before he can rise, or even get away from his opponent, Fahrenheit Red's clinched a hammerlock on him, painfully torquing his arm behind his back! Lopes grunts as Red holds on tightly, pushing the rest of his weight on Lopes' torso to maximize the effectiveness of the hammerlock. It doesn't last very long, however, before Lopes moves enough distance to grab on to the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break, and Red does so immediately.

Jake Steel: Oh, holy hell. Milk that crap for all it's worth, you've got a five count you sorry random masked jabroni!

Caelan Tyler: That might be proof that your theory is correct, Jake.

Jake Steel: That he's just a random masked jabroni? Possibly. It's too logical, however, so I summarily dismiss it. Come on, RMJ, either learn to wrestle or make like Caelan's mom and lie there so this can get over with quicker.

There's a loud sound from the announce table as Caelan Tyler knocks Jake Steel the hell out. In the ring, Lopes and Fahrenheit Red approach again. Red looks for a grapple, but Lopes doesn't appear to want to play that game, instead catching Red with a hard right hook, and then a left, and finally a knee lift into Red's abdomen that rocks the bigger man, staggering him back into the ropes. On his return, Lopes ducks a punch and gets behind Red, locking him for a German suplex! The big guy shifts his weight, however, and Lopes can't get him up. Ray lets go, instead deciding to pound on Red's neck and head, before locking on and running him into the mat with a bulldog!

Caelan Tyler: Funny how much quieter and enjoyable wrestling is when Jake's not talking.

Lopes helps Red get back to his hands and knees, before straddling him and pummelling him with elbows and forearm strikes to Red's back and head! He steps away, yanking Red all the way to his feet, before shoving the big man into the corner, and following with a clothesline! Fahrenheit Red staggers out of the corner, reeling from Lopes' onslaught, only for Lopes to grab him by the waist and ram him back into the corner, and then driving his shoulder over and over into Red's midsection!

Caelan Tyler: This might not look like anything exceptional, but those shots to to midsection could very well come back to haunt Red later in this match if he ends up taking a Boxcutter from Lopes.

Ray Lopes finally lets up on his attacks in the corner, and Fahrenheit Red staggers out, clutching his midsection. Lopes motions to the crowd, perhaps anticipating an early Boxcutter to turn the lights out on this match! Sure enough, he steps to Red, lifting him up...but Red shifts his weight, crashing his bulk across Lopes on the mat! He's got Lopes covered!

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Kickout! The combination of surprise and Red's bulk almost spelled the end for Lopes, who had to take an extra second to recuperate enough to shove Red's weight off of him.

Caelan Tyler: Lopes needs to be careful when he's on the mat and in a cover. Red's weight advantage becomes especially dangerous when he can anchor Ray to the ground and keep him there.

Before Ray Lopes rises completely, Red's already gotten off the mat enough to drop back onto him with a massive leg drop across Lopes' neck. This stuns Ray more than long enough for Fahrenheit Red to shift his weight onto Lopes while locking him in a crossface! Lopes flails wildly, but can't get to the ropes! What he does hit, almost accidentally, is the cauldron in the corner closest to him! It tips to the side, and a decent sized length of chain rolls out! Lopes grabs hold of it, and Red quickly releases the hold, moving to gain control of the weapon himself! Lopes rolls out from underneath Red though, and takes the chain with him! By the time Red turns, it's too late, as he catches three feet of chain cracking like a whip across his torso and shoulder! He bellows in pain as the audience goes wild at the sound!

Caelan Tyler: What a turn of events! I can't even imagine how that feels!
Jake Steel: Wh...what the hell's going on? Holy crap, it's ABUSE~!

Caelan Tyler: Just in time.

Fahrenheit Red somehow fights the pain of the first chain whip, barrelling almost aimlessly toward Lopes until he's yanked the smaller man onto his shoulders. Lopes is hardly helpless, however, quickly wrapping the chain around his knuckles and smashing it into Red's face mask! Red crashes to the mat, almost unconscious, as Lopes tumbles with him, inadvertently dropping himself into an awkward Death Valley Driver. The referee begins to count, as both men stir slightly. By the two count, Ray Lopes has sat up, and crawls toward the corner, looking for the ropes to help him get to his feet. At four, he's up completely, while Fahrenheit Red is only just beginning to decently stir. Lopes looks to the chain, still on his hand, before glancing over at the nearest untouched cauldron to him. He seems indecisive, before finally stepping over to the other smoky cauldron, while Red finally lifts himself to his hands and knees at the six count.

Jake Steel: Ooh, I can't wait to see what goodies are in the next cauldron! What do you have, Lopes? And...who the hell is the random masked jabroni?

Caelan Tyler: I don't know. You're on better terms with him. Hell, you were starting to call him 'RMJ' before...well...

Jake Steel: Before what, Cael? I vaguely remember this match happening already. Let's see...it was boring...I suggested your mother wasn't very athletic in carnal relations...I don't remember any...

Jake Steel ducks the fist of Caelan Tyler, remaining conscious for this part of the match. Meanwhile, Lopes lifts the cauldron and reaches in...and yelps, withdrawing a hand with several mousetraps clamped on it! He curses, before tightening the chain on his hand and turning back to Fahrenheit Red. Red, meanwhile, has finally gotten to his feet, and staggered to the opposite corner, testing a cauldron of his own! Lopes flings the contents of his cauldron at Red, causing the big man to hop and cringe as a dozen or two odd mousetraps fly past him, some clamping on randomly, and others just harmlessly clattering away. Lopes flings his cauldron as well, which Red catches in the side, somewhat defenseless while holding his own cauldron. Red clutches his side, and Lopes advances, looking for another knockout shot assisted with his chain fist! He gets close, and Red drops the cauldron, revealing...

Caelan Tyler: An atomizer? The hell?!

Jake Steel: A what?! That's a perfume thingy! Oh, snap, Rick Martel is gonna be PISSED!

Ray Lopes runs straight into a cloud of what smells like trashy French prostitute perfume! He staggers about for a moment, before Red clonks him upside the head with the atomizer, knocking him to the mat! Red tosses the atomizer out of the ring, and yanks the chain away as well, before covering Lopes!

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No! Lopes flings his foot onto the rope just in time! Red yanks him to his feet and clamps on a rear chinlock, cranking mightily to maximize the stress on Lopes' neck!

Jake Steel: Will you knock me out again? This technical crap sucks.

Caelan Tyler: What if you miss the last weapon, if they get to it?

Jake Steel: Reason to keep on living, I guess.

Lopes finally fights out of the hold, attempting to whip Fahrenheit Red to the ropes, but Red's weight it too much, and Red reverses it, dragging Lopes right into a short-arm clothesline! He holds on to Lopes' arm, though, and hefts him right back up into a scoop slam position. Red drops to a knee and slams Lopes across the knee back-first! He holds the position, pressing on Lopes' midsection and head, continuing to torque Lopes' back as much as possible! Red finally breaks the hold, shoving Lopes off to tumble to the mat, favoring his back.

Jake Steel: I was promised weapons.

Caelan Tyler: I didn't promise crap.

Jake Steel: Neither did your mom, but at least she delivers.

Jake Steel doesn't manage to duck this time, as he hits the floor thanks to Caelan Tyler. Meanwhile in the ring, Ray Lopes is finding himself in increasingly precarious positions, as Fahrenheit Red is cranking him back with a modified surfboard stretch! He almost has the hold in when Lopes manages a burst of strength, breaking free of the massive Red and striking him with a flurry of punches!

Caelan Tyler: Ray Lopes buying some much needed breathing room there, as the newcomer Fahrenheit Red has been working his back over pretty well.

Lopes goes to whip Red into the ropes, but the big man again counters the maneuver into his own, looking to crush Lopes with another short arm clothesline! Lopes ducks it, however, and when Red turns, he finds himself hefted off of his feet before Lopes blasts him to the mat with a huge spinebuster! Fahrenheit Red is slow to his feet, but by the time he gets there Lopes is ready for him with a fusillade of knees and strikes to Red's midsection! He's hunched over, and Lopes locks on to him before flipping him up and powerbombing him back to the mat!

Caelan Tyler: Serious power displays by Ray Lopes here, who might be realizing that with his opponent's technical skills and size, he might just have to count on making some huge moves count to get this match over with in his favor.

Ray Lopes slides over Red, making a cover!
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...kickout! Red gets a shoulder up just barely, which leaves Lopes looking frustrated and winded at the effort of lifting Red several times. Lopes yanks Red to his feet as quickly as possible, before locking him in for the start of a vertical suplex!

Caelan Tyler: This might not be wise for Ray Lopes here. He's one of our stronger competitors, but Fahrenheit Red is allegedly 450 or so pounds. I'd say he could be anywhere between fifty to a hundred less than that, but still...that's a lot of weight.

Jake Steel: Wh...what's going on? Oh god, suplexes...let me guess, there were technical holds before this as well? I'm in hell, aren't I? I knew it. Where every match is a technical showcase that runs to the full hour draw...

Jake Steel begins sobbing uncontrollably, as Ray Lopes yanks Fahrenheit Red into the air, and holding the behemoth there for a moment before losing his balance and dropping Red down with a brainbuster! It wasn't a perfect drop, and Red tumbles to the side and rolls a bit before coming to a stop, but amazing nonetheless, as the crowd gets on their feet for Ray Lopes! He goes for a cover on Red!

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...Red's foot is on the ropes! Lopes punches the mat in frustration, before dragging Fahrenheit Red to the middle of the ring, and slowly lifting him back to his feet yet again. As he does, Red manages to fire off a punch that staggers Ray a moment, before he returns the favor. Red's now rocked, and then he gets a punch off, and then Lopes yet again! Lopes finally gains the advantage, throwing punch after punch unanswered by Red, which batters the bigger man back into the corner! Red tumbles over the last cauldron, and immediately reaches in, looking for something to turn the tide on Lopes...

Jake Steel: Wait a tic...this can't be hell. There are weapons! Hooray!

Caelan Tyler: The question is what weapon will it be! Will it be another momentum shifter, like the chain or the atomizer, or will it be a hindrance like the mouse traps?

Red pulls out...a beer bottle. He glances at it in surprise, before glancing to Lopes, who suddenly halts, eyeing the weapon as well. Red steps forward, looking to smash it over Lopes' head, but Lopes grabs that arm, and the two struggle over the bottle! It looks like Red regains the advantage, almost freeing his hand and the bottle! He goes to swing, but Lopes ducks it, and goes again after Red's arm, and ends up causing the bottle to smash against the ring post! Red cringes, quickly flinging away the pieces before they cut him, before turning back to Lopes. Ray's reared back by now, and crushes Red into the corner with a yakuza kick!

Jake Steel: I don't want to see kicks, damn it! I want to see weapons used! Gah...this is terrible. A travesty. Quick, Cael, make yourself useful and entertaining and go get these guys another bottle to use as a weapon.

Caelan Tyler: And where am I going to find a bottle right now?

Jake Steel: How the hell am I supposed to know? If you asked where to find a stripper's pole, I'd say...

Caelan Tyler: Say it, I dare you. I'm making Mom real proud this show, you ass.

Jake Steel: ...I was going to say 'go to a titty bar.' Why do I mention stripper poles and you jump straight to your mom?

Caelan Tyler: ...

Fahrenheit Red caught Lopes's yakuza kick all sorts of wrong, right upside the head, which leaves him in a heap in the corner. Lopes shifts himself under Red, using the corner to help with the weight, before stepping back into the middle of the ring with Red atop his shoulders! The crowd comes alive, as Lopes motions for the Boxcutter! Red struggles mightily, but Lopes holds on, clutching him by the outfit and then by the mask...which tears off right as Red slips from Lopes' grip, falling to his feet behind him.

Caelan Tyler: No freaking way!

Jake Steel: Oh god damn it all to HELL!

Fahrenheit Red is the Phoenix! Ray Lopes turns...and freezes, stunned at the identity of his opponent! Phoenix grabs Lopes, wrapping him into a small package!

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3!

Phoenix slides out of the ring quickly, raising his arms in victory on the outside! Ray Lopes gets to his knees, his expression still stunned by both the unmasking and Phoenix's victory!

Zach King: Here is your winner... Fahren--err, THE PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: But...I thought Phoenix wasn't medically cleared to compete!

Jake Steel: I thought the same! Hell, I desperately hoped the fat mess would NEVER be cleared. Damn it, damn it all! Tell me this is a one shot deal. Please, dear lord, make it a one shot deal...

Caelan Tyler: Somehow...I doubt that's the case, Jake. Welcome back to your worst nightmare!

Jake Steel: I didn't need this man... Hey wait a minute, I just had a brilliant idea!

Caelan Tyler: ...What?

Jake Steel: Oh nothing... Hehehe...

Meanwhile, back at the Hidden Temple, what appears to be another physical challenge is being prepared. Given the attitudes of two of the participants, though, well...take a listen.

Jin Royale: I still can't believe my luck, Stoner! First an Aggro Crag match--

Jason Stone: Which you lost.

Jin Royale: And now a Legends of the Hidden Temple match? How great is this?

Jason Stone: Jin, could you maybe focus on this first?

Jin Royale: It's just a tug-of-war, Jay. Who can they possibly put against us that would make High Impact sweat?

???: Try lookin' behind ya, sucka.

Both members of High Impact turn to see a rather large black man standing behind them. To his right and slightly behind is another figure familiar to NLW viewers.

Jake Steel: It's Archangel and Eddie Williams!

Caelan Tyler: Quite possibly the one man in this competition that can outpower Jin Royale and Jason Stone combined, Jake! High Impact could be making an early exit!

Jake Steel: And then there's Eddie Williams. Call me crazy, Cael, but all of a sudden I don't like the Blue Barracudas' chances.

Jin Royale: Well, well, well...if it isn't Olmec's twin brother and some random jobber dude!

Eddie Williams: Jobber? The New Face of Fame ain't no damn jobber!

Jason Stone: All evidence to the contrary.

Archangel: Y'know, fuck this damn rope shit. I'mma gonna handle this the easy way.

Olmec: That is enough!

The booming voice causes all four of them to face the stone idol overlooking the water-filled pit.

Olmec: It is time for the final challenge before the Temple Run... The Temple Games! Take your positions.

Both members of High Impact look at each other for a moment before Jin nods and takes up the anchor spot at the right end of the blue rope. On the other side, Archangel is already getting himself ready while muttering about 'some honky-ass bullshit' while Eddie is looking across the pit with a bit of trepidation. He finally picks up his part of the rope.

Olmec: The team that can pull their opponents into the water moves on to the Temple itself. On my command...get set...GO!

Both teams immediately start to pull, causing the blue rope to go taut. Nothing can be heard for a few moments except the cheering of the crowd and the grunting of all four men before some vaguely jungle-like music starts in the background.

Jake Steel: What in the blue hell?

Caelan Tyler: It's supposed to help with the theme of 'survival of the fittest,' Jake.

Jake Steel: Sounds like cheesy porn music to me.

Caelan Tyler: You'd know all too well about that, wouldn't you?

Jake Steel: Indeed I would--wait a minute!

The tug-of-war continues backstage during this exchange, and it ends just as quickly. With an especially hard yank, High Impact forces Eddie Williams to drop the rope, shaking his hands as he groans in pain. Now forced to go it alone, Archangel puts up a valiant effort...but it is in vain as Eddie jumps into the watery pit hands-first to combat the rope burn! A gong sounds from out of nowhere.

Olmec: The Red Jaguars have won this challenge and proceed to the Temple!

Archangel: Say wha? Man, don' be hatin' on a brotha!

Olmec remains silent, and as High Impact celebrates their win Eddie climbs out of the pool.

Eddie Williams: Oh, man, that helped like you wouldn't believe. Damn rope burn--

Archangel: Skeet skeet, nigga!

Eddie turns at this and gets absolutely leveled by an Archangel clothesline, turning him inside out! Not stopping, Archangel then picks Williams up and proceeds to powerbomb him back into the watery pit! The splash is quite the sight to behold as Archangel stares down at his teammate before stomping away, muttering under his breath.

Jake Steel: See, Cael? I knew Eddie would find a way to cost his team the win.

Caelan Tyler: That still seems a bit of an odd ruling...

Jake Steel: Are you going to go back there and tell the giant stone head that he's wrong?

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: I didn't think so!

Zach King: The following contest, scheduled for one fall and is a Lumberjill Match!

The crowd stirs a bit at this revelation, as 'Drag You Down' by Finger Eleven starts to play.

Zach King: Introducing first: ECLIPSE!

She comes out decked in a black hooded cloak, to where the viewer can barely make out any facial features. She moves to the ring with a purpose, taking up a position at one of the corners of the ringside area.

Caelan Tyler: Eclipse getting a lukewarm reception tonight, even though she looks like a Gregorian monk in that robe.

Jake Steel: Cael, I'm not about to go tell her that. She'd just as soon rip your head off than look at you the wrong way!

Caelan Tyler: Good point....

'Deceptacon' hits as the crowd jumps to their feet. Standing at the top of the ramp, she seems somewhat at ease in a typical Japanese schoolgirl's outfit that exposes her midriff, while her hair is tied in a couple of pigtails.

Zach King: Coming down the aisle: MOXIE ROXIE!

Caelan Tyler: Moxie's been a fan favorite in OWF for a while, though she's been away from the industry to focus on her musical career. It's nice to see her back, Jake.

Jake Steel: You can say that again...

'Boys Wanna Be Her (5IVE Remix)' is next to play, as another figure emerges on the ramp decked in a Wonder Woman outfit that would put Lynda Carter to shame. She saunters down the aisle, taking in the crowd's reaction.

Zach King: Introducing next: DESTINY DANIELS!

Caelan Tyler: Another figure we haven't seen in a while, Jake.

Jake Steel: ....

Caelan Tyler: Dammit, Jake, stop drooling over yourself. You're making yourself look like an ass.

After a few seconds pause, the opening strains of Nickelback's 'Something in Your Mouth' hit as another woman appears on stage. Her outfit leaves nothing to the imagination--a couple pieces of white string that can barely be called a bikini top, a white thong, and white heels. On her back are a pair of white wings, and it is to a chorus of whistles that she struts to ringside.

Zach King: Coming down the aisle: ROXY ERIKSON!

Caelan Tyler: You know, I'm not even going to try to get Jake to say anything here. It's not worth the effort.

Jake Steel: ....Look at...is that even...wow....

Caelan Tyler: Case in point.

'Walking on Sunshine' is the next song to hit as another familiar face to NLW comes out. She's dressed up in a full-on medieval wench outfit, a smile plastered on her face as she literally skips to ringside with the beat of the song.

Zach King: Introducing next: OLIVIA WINTERBORNE!

Jake Steel: Also known in other circles as Caelan Tyler's crush!

Caelan Tyler: ...You know, I preferred it when you were drooling over Roxy and Destiny, Jake.

After a short pause, 'What It Is to Burn?' by Finch hits, and a stunned silence falls over the arena as another familiar figure comes out, dressed in her normal ring gear. She's wearing a familiar mask, though the only part that might be considered different is that she is sporting red hair instead of her usual shade.

Zach King: Please welcome back...THE BLACK PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: I must say, Jake, I'm as stunned as the fans here. We haven't seen BP in over a year, but is that her costume?

Jake Steel: Cael, are you going to tell her that she needs to be in costume?
Caelan Tyler: Well, no, but...

Jake Steel: Right. Just let her be. Maybe the red hair is her costume, you ever think about that?

Caelan Tyler: Uh...no?

There is another short pause as the previous song fades, then 'Burn It Down' by Bloodsimple blares through the speakers as the final lumberjill is introduced. The crowd erupts into cheers again as another familiar figure walks out onto the stage, looking like she just stepped from the pages of One Piece, easily the physical twin of Nico Robin--cowboy hat, cape, and all.

Zach King: And the final lumberjill for this match: APHRODISIA JORDAN!

Jake Steel: Okay, Cael, I take back every bad thing I've said about Eriq Mobely, except for appointing Phoenix as commissioner. He got Aph to come back to us!

Caelan Tyler: And you have to wonder with all of the old rivalries represented at ringside just how long it will take before it explodes outside the ring.

Before Zach can begin the introductions for the match proper, Blind Melon's 'No Rain' hits, as yet another figure emerges onstage.

Caelan Tyler: ...No way. Is that who I think it is?

Jake Steel: Oh, this is priceless!

The figure comes down the aisle, a pink 'granny dress' covering the body as they get to ringside. The ref immediately comes over to the newcomer and demands that they leave. The figure speaks, and it becomes apparent that it's a man's voice as he says that Eriq Mobely told him he could be out here. The ref isn't buying it, and the man seems to throw a slight fit before the ref finally just throws his arms in the air and says 'to hell with it' before allowing him to stay at ringside. Zach King looks as confused as everyone else.

Zach King: Uh...now introducing the last lumberjill for this match...HARVEY DANGER?

Caelan Tyler: What does he think he's doing, Jake?

Jake Steel: Making a fool out of himself, apparently. Must be hard up on money to send to Mommy dearest. Although, if you squint your eyes just right and tilt your head, he could pass for a chick.

Caelan Tyler: I don't know about that...

Finally, with everyone settled around the ring, there is a pause before the soft, yet haunting piano melodies of 'The Coming Curse' by Iced Earth calmly resonate from the speakers. As the sound fills the arena, a faint beam of golden light shines on the entrance. There are a few moments of silence as the piano continues, then the distorted guitars kick in and flames shoot up lining the ramp. Angel slowly walks out, observing his surroundings and not phased by the crowds reaction. He continues to the ring in this same manner, and only when he is in the middle of the ring for a few moments does the music stop, echoing throughout the arena.

Zach King: Now introducing the competitors... First, from Smithtown, New York... Weighing in at 235 pounds... ANGEL!

Caelan Tyler: Angel is a long-time OWF mainstay, this should be an interesting scenario given that quite a few of the lumberjills have OWF connections, Jake.

Jake Steel: I'm just interested to see who he's matched up against, Cael.

Zach King: And his opponent...

After another slight pause, 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: ...From Whitesboro, New York... weighing 204 pounds... 'THE HELLACIOUS ONE' DRACO!

Caelan Tyler: What a coup by Eriq Mobely! Getting a former Legacy champion and the GCWA's reigning World Champion to come back to NLW for this show!

Jake Steel: This is going to be good, Cael!

The bell finally sounds, and the two combatants waste no time in getting started as they meet in the center of the ring and start exchanging right hands. Angel gets the advantage and maneuvers the smaller Draco into the ropes. An Irish whip follows, and Draco ducks the ensuing clothesline, coming back on he rebound with a clothesline attempt of his own that Angel ducks under. Draco stops in his tracks, turns back to face Angel and both men connect with right hands at the same time. Both men get back up, staring at each other as the stalemate brings the action to a stop for the moment.

Caelan Tyler: Both men familiar with each other's style here; this could be classified as a 'dream match' in the minds of the fans, Jake.

Jake Steel: Who cares, get to the beating already! I want to see these two tear each other apart!

Angel circles carefully around the ring, his eyes never leaving Draco's as 'The Hellacious One' stares a hole through Angel's chest. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, and it's Angel again with the advantage as he backs Draco against the ropes, pausing for a moment before breaking and trying for a knife-edge chop. Draco is able to duck out of the way, though, and hits a pair of right hands before opening some space between himself and his opponent. Angel shakes off the blows and charges in, only to fall victim to a drop toe hold from Draco. Draco is quick to slap on a side headlock, but Angel manages to find his vertical base quickly and shove Draco into the far side ropes. Off the rebound, Angel hits a nice standing dropkick that drops Draco to the mat. Draco looks to roll outside, sees the hooded visage of Eclipse and the determined stare of Destiny Daniels and decides to stay in the ring, using the ropes to stand up.

Caelan Tyler: And the lumberjills already doing their job without even needing to get involved, as Draco wisely decides to stay away from Eclipse and Destiny there.

Jake Steel: Yeah, Eclipse wouldn't think twice about tearing Draco a new one.

Pausing for a moment to appear cool and collected, Draco then makes one of his usual hot-headed decisions and charges headlong at Angel. Angel sees this coming, though, and simply low-bridges Draco, who tumbles out onto the floor between Olivia Winterborne and Roxy Erikson. Angel walks back to the middle of the ring as Winterborne starts to help Draco to his feet, spouting encouraging words the whole time. A growl of frustration can be heard coming from Roxy as she comes over, shoves Olivia (which is largely ineffective due to the size difference) and pulls Draco by his head back to the ring and shoves him back inside. Olivia looks at Roxy, but says nothing as Angel comes back over and drills the GCWA World Champion with a European uppercut. Draco staggers back into the corner as Angel comes in, grabs the wrist, and sends Draco away with a big-time Irish Whip. Draco hits the turnbuckles hard and falls to the mat, one hand unconsciously going to his back.

Caelan Tyler: Olivia with some kind words for Draco there; something that Roxy is definitely not known for.

Jake Steel: Hey, Cael, think I can get Roxy to stand in front of us here?

Caelan Tyler: I'm not touching that one, Jake. You're on your own.

Jake Steel: Heh, bet you're gay.

Caelan Tyler: ...No, I'm not.

Angel seems to have the early part of the match under his control, but he misjudges Draco's awareness as he comes in. The Hellacious One hits Angel with a headbutt to the abdomen, and uses the waistband on Angel's ring attire to send him out of the ring between the top and middle ropes. Angel lands between Moxie and Harvey, and Harvey immediately moves in for a couple of quick shots to help his GCWA stablemate. This is quickly stopped by a shove from Moxie, and a cheer erupts as Harvey staggers back a step or two before falling on his ass. Moxie manages to get Angel back into the ring, as Harvey stands up and lets Moxie know in no uncertain terms that he was not thrilled by her actions. Moxie simply rolls her eyes in annoyance before turning back to keep an eye on the match proper.

Caelan Tyler: Frankly, Jake, I'm surprised that the lumberjills haven't gotten more involved outside the ring yet.

Jake Steel: I'm more worried about the two right in front of us, Caelan. Aph has not taken her eyes off Black Phoenix since the start of the match, although Black Phoenix doesn't seem to be acknowledging Aph's presence.

Caelan Tyler: The last time Aphrodisia and the Black Phoenix faced off, it was one of the bloodiest, most brutal matches in NLW at the time.

Jake Steel: Yeah, maybe that's why BP dyed her hair red, to mask the blood that's going to get into it.

Caelan Tyler: (sarcastically) Yeah, Jake...that's the reason.

Back in the ring, Angel turns around and barely manages to duck an incoming superkick from Draco before grabbing his opponent in a rear waistlock that quickly gets turned into a German suplex! Angel holds the bridge for the cover:

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Kickout at two and a half! Angel is back to his feet first and quickly drops an elbow onto the small of Draco's back before locking in a modified bow-and-arrow lock, his knee planted firmly into the same spot he had just dropped the elbow onto.

Jake Steel: ...How is this tearing each other apart, Cael? This is that boring-ass technical crap!

Caelan Tyler: Remember, Jake, that Draco is a former NLW Legacy champion, and he put on a pair of technical classics in 2008 with The Phoenix over that Legacy championship. Angel's just trying to beat Draco at his own game.

Jake Steel: Which is boring as hell. We need flaming tables or something....

The ref leans in, asking Draco if he wants to give it up, and Draco's reply of 'Fuck Off' can be clearly heard. From his current position, it'd be rather hard to get the leverage he would need to break the hold, so Draco settles for the cheap yet effective way: his free hand reaches up and rakes the eyes of Angel, breaking the hold. As Angel tries to clear his eyes, Draco works his way back to his feet and charges in, a running knee lift the answer as Angel collapses to the mat. Barely a second passes before Draco applies the lateral press, hooking the near leg:

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Two and a half only, as Angel gets a foot on the nearby ropes. Eclipse shoves the foot off the ropes, and is then shoved by Destiny Daniels, who gets right into the hooded woman's face.

Jake Steel: Do I sense a catfight coming?

Caelan Tyler: With these women at ringside, Jake, it's more a question of 'when' rather than 'if.'

The argument continues outside for a few more moments before the ref wanders over to break the impending fracas up. Amidst chants of 'Let them go!' from the fans, Draco catches Angel with a quick kick to the stomach, and a swinging neckbreaker to further damage his opponent. A smirk crosses his face as he grabs the ankle of Angel and locks in a hold quite familiar to the NLW faithful, grapevining the leg as he does so. However, in his haste to apply the hold he took from his old NLW rival, he neglected to move Angel away from the ropes, and it only takes a few moments for the crafty veteran to make his way to the bottom rope to grab hold and force the break. Draco hangs on until the count of four before breaking the hold. The damage may have been done, though, as Angel seems to be favoring his left leg a bit. With a sinister grin, Draco comes in low, looking for a chop block to further weaken the leg. It's ineffective, though, as Angel pivots on his good leg and drops another elbow on Draco's back. Picking Draco up, Angel lifts Draco up for a scoop slam, but the GCWA champ is able to slip out the back door and hit Angel with a dropkick that sends him over the top rope and landing in a heap at the feet of Eclipse. The hooded woman barely waits a moment before grabbing Angel by his hair and slamming his head onto the apron. This draws the ire of both Olivia Winterborne and Moxie Roxie, as both of them come around to keep Eclipse at bay while Destiny gets Angel back in the ring. She barely gets this done before she turns and catches Roxy Erikson about to cheap shot her. Again, the ref is forced to play peacekeeper as he shouts at the five women to resume their places at ringside. Inside the ring, Draco closes in but eats a punch to the stomach for his troubles before being drilled by a DDT!

Caelan Tyler: Angel is just dominating the match right now; Draco cannot find a moment to get some offense in!

Jake Steel: And this is also boring as hell.

Caelan Tyler: Leave it to you to try to ruin a good match, Jake.

Jake Steel: Too late, these two have already ruined it.

Angel has reasserted control, and pulls Draco to his feet before locking in a front chancery that leads to a snap suplex. Draco immediately turns onto his stomach to thwart a pin attempt, but does not count on Angel grabbing the arm and spinning Draco into a magistral cradle pin attempt:

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Two and a half only! Angel once again is first to his feet and stomps Draco a couple of times on his back before pulling his opponent to his feet. A short knee lift follows this, and Angel is quick to get Draco into position for--and hitting--a package piledriver that rattles the ring. Once again, Angel looks for a pin attempt:

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Thre--no, Draco with a foot on the ropes this time. Looking up, Angel sees who is outside the ring and simply nods as he shoves Draco under the bottom rope to the floor--and drops him right in between Aphrodisia and the Black Phoenix. The crowd starts to buzz as they realize the implications of this as well.

Jake Steel: I would say that business just picked up, Cael, but I don't want to sound like a refugee from the good ol' Josh Allen Fan Club!

Caelan Tyler: ...why must you always be such an ass, Jake?

Jake Steel: It's in my contract, naturally!

Caelan Tyler: ....

Draco shakes his head to get the cobwebs out, and sees Black Phoenix standing over him grabbing him and bouncing his head off of the announcers table! BP then rolls Draco back into the ring, where Angel has been momentarily distracted by Roxy Erikson yelling taunts at him. This gives Draco time to recover, allowing him to catch an incoming Angel with an elbow to the left knee that drops his opponent to the mat. A quick uppercut follows this, and Angel tumbles onto the canvas. Draco crawls over for a lateral press--

No count, the ref is still trying to separate the women on the outside of the ring! With a soft growl, Draco stands up, pulls Angel to his feet and connects with a side backbreaker, obviously weakening the back up for When All Else Fails, his bridged deathlock maneuver. Outside the ring, order seems to have finally been restored as all of the women as Aphrodisia continues to stare daggers in BP as Black Phoenix simply moves closer to the action, while Roxy is taunting Olivia with some of the words that the late George Carlin would quickly proclaim could never be said on television. Destiny and Eclipse are still wary around each other, while on the far side of the ring Moxie continues to ignore Harvey Danger, who is clapping at the way Draco has taken control of the match.

Caelan Tyler: I still don't get why Harvey is out here, Jake. Granted, he's in the same stable as Draco over in GCWA, but this is a bit much, don't you think?

Jake Steel: It's Harvey. Who knows why he does whatever the hell he does?

Caelan Tyler: Point taken.

With Angel stunned, Draco figures it's time to end the match as he grabs the legs of Angel in preparation for the submission finisher. Angel isn't buying this, though, and uses his leg strength to shove Draco away from him. Angel gets to his feet as Draco stands and comes running in, catching a boot to the gut for his trouble. Angel is quick to pull Draco into a splash mountain position for Angel's Redemption, but Draco is able to slip out the back door again. Angel staggers forward, about a foot away from the ropes and turns around in time to catch a Draco clothesline that sends both men outside and again in front of Aphrodisia and Black Phoenix. Once again, all of the lumberjills come around to that side of the ring--Harvey included this time--and it's a four-on-four staredown as Draco recovers and throws Angel back into the ring. Turning to his left, he sees Roxy standing right behind BP, and ever-so-casually gives her a one-fingered salute. Roxy charges at Draco, but is nearly cut in half by a spear from Olivia. In the next moment, all hell breaks loose outside the ring as the lumberjills go to war with each other. Draco gets the hell out of Dodge as Aph finally takes a swing at BP, while Moxie and Eclipse fight to one side, and Harvey runs for his life from Destiny Daniels.

Jake Steel: Finally! We have war at ringside! We have the best seats in the house, Cael!

Caelan Tyler: How is this going to affect the actual match, though?

Jake Steel: Who cares? This is glorious!

Back to the match in progress, the ref has stepped out, trying to bring some order back to the war zone on the outside. Draco moves over to Angel, looking for some high-impact move but catches a blatant low blow that the ref obviously missed before setting Draco up for another Angel's Redemption. This time, however, he hits the finisher and makes the lateral press. The ref doesn't see this happening, and after what could have passed for a ten-count Angel breaks the cover and leans over the ropes, trying to get the ref's attention to bring him back into the ring for the count to end the match. The ref is too busy trying to break up Aphrodisia and Black Phoenix to get back in the ring, and as Angel turns away from that thankless job he sees Draco starting to recover. Figuring one more high-impact move will do it, Angel stalks over to where Draco has reached the ropes and is using them to pull himself to a standing position.

Caelan Tyler: And Angel quite possibly just got gypped out of the match here, Jake! If the lumberjills hadn't started fighting, Angel had Draco to rights there!

Jake Steel: So? I'm not about to trade this carnage for anything!

Caelan Tyler: Oy, vey....

Angel reaches out to grab Draco's head to possibly lead into another Angel's Redemption, but this time it's Draco who goes below the belt before pulling the waistband of Angel's pants to send him face-first into the turnbuckle. With a quick burst of adrenaline, Draco lifts Angel onto the top rope, facing the crowd as Draco climbs up behind him. A moment later, Draco hits the Hellacious, a reverse top rope hurricanrana that leaves Angel face-down on the canvas in the center of the ring. Draco is slow to get over to a cover, and as he rolls Angel onto his back the ref finally turns to see the pin being applied. Sliding into the ring, he leaves the women to their fighting as he gets into position:

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The bell sounds as 'Indestructible' hits the speakers. Draco is slow to get up, but finally does as the ref raises his hand in victory.

Zach King: Here is your winner ...DRACO!

Caelan Tyler: Was definitely a hard-fought battle between two skilled competitors, but in the end Draco managed to win out.

Caelan Tyler: Forget that, we got us a cat fight!

Sure enough, all the females are still brawling at ringside, where Black Phoenix has grabbed Harvey and slides him into the ring. Both Angel and Draco decide that digression is the better part of valor and bail as Black Phoenix lifts Harvey up and delivers a hangman's neckbreaker! As the fighting continues the scene cuts back to the Hidden Temple, where Jin Royale and Jason Stone stand in front of the temple itself.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like we're going to get to see a Temple run after all.