Caelan Tyler: I think both men put on quite a show.

Jake Steel: It was a watchable match, I'll admit. I've come to terms with the fact that it was only the first match. There is a lot more time for abuse to be dished out.

With Draco laying in the ring, Nick James has his arm raised and quickly makes his way to the outside. Upon landing on the floor, a figure is seen moving down the aisle towards him. The cameras shift to see Jesse Williams, walking with a slight limp down at Nick who has now stopped in his tracks.

Caelan Tyler: What is this all about?

Jake Steel: Maybe the MILF Hunter is here to give Nick his lunch money from Mommy.

Jesse keeps walking towards Nick, when two more figures are seen sprinting up from behind Jesse. The larger of the two, identified as Jordan Brock, clotheslines Jesse in the back of the head. An onset of boos ring in from the crowd as Williams crashes down in the aisle. The other man, who is seen to be Josh Allen, directs Brock to grab the right arm of Jesse as Allen grabs the left. The two men hold the conscious body of Jesse up, as Allen calls to Nick James who slowly approaches.

Caelan Tyler: Lunch money or not, Nick is going to take something from Jesse.

Nick stands before Jesse, looking him right into his eyes. He remains there for a few moments before walking past all three men and making an exit. Brock brings a clubbing forearm across the head of Jesse, before he and Allen depart right behind Nick James, as they all make their individual exits.

Jake Steel: Now THERE is the abuse I was looking for!

Caelan Tyler: Jesse Williams certainly got first hand knowledge of what Nick James thinks of him.

The screen fades to black. A female voice, one that is unfamiliar to the NLW audience, is heard off-camera.

Voice-Over: All it takes is but a moment for lives to change forever.

The feed fades to an image of a very serious car wreck. The main vehicle in focus is literally wrapped around a telephone pole, the front and rear bumpers touching each other as rescue personnel use the Jaws of Life to pry open what's left of the vehicle.

Voice-Over: One rash decision, one lapse of better judgment, is all it takes to ruin lives. It can destroy families, property, and much more.

The shot fades in transition to what appears to be a cemetery, and a funeral in progress.

Voice-Over: One simple mistake led to this. Because someone decided to get behind the wheel of a car after having a three bottles of Goldschlager, this family had to deal with the emotional trauma of losing their only daughter due to the actions of a drunk driver.

The screen fades to black

Voice-Over: Don't let this be the result of a poor decision on your part. If you must drink, please use a designated driver. The lives of others ride on your decision.

Caelan Tyler: Wise words indeed.

Jake Steel: Probably yes.

Caelan Tyler: ...Probably Jake?

Jake Steel: The wisdom of words is lost with the teller Cael. If for example The Phoenix had said that, I would go get tanked and wreck up someone's shit right now.

Caelan Tyler: ...

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

PLAGUE STANDS ALONE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plague seamless leaps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the a corner of the ring awaiting the bell as his music fades away into the last chorus.

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

Zach King: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 200 Pounds... PLAGUE!

Caelan Tyler: Plague has a challenge in front of him tonight, as he's facing a man who is going to be very determined in the ring tonight.

Jake Steel: Like it makes a difference. We all know what the result is going to be.

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

Zach King: His opponent--from Chicago, Illinois... Weighing in at 277 pounds... BRAD JACKSON!

Caelan Tyler: You have to imagine that The Machine is looking to put himself right back into the title picture with a rebound victory over Plague.

Jake Steel: You gonna be the one to tell him no, Caelan?

The bell sounds to begin this contest, as the two men circle each other. Plague tries to dart in for a quick go-behind, but Jackson is able to spin out of it before anything can be done. A few seconds later they are in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, which is quickly broken up as the former Anarchy X champion shoves his opponent away, demonstrating his strength advantage. Plague is undaunted by this, however, and comes right back in for another tie-up. This time Jackson takes the advantage with a side headlock, but Plague is able to escape by slipping out the back side of the hold. A rear waistlock is the result, but is quickly broken by a back elbow to the side of the head of Plague, immediately followed by a clothesline to send the Canadian to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: Jackson asserting his control early in this contest.

Jake Steel: As if there was any doubt.

Caelan Tyler: It's still early, Jake.

Jake Steel: ...And?

A couple of quick kicks from Jackson follows this up, before he finally pulls Plague up to his feet and sends him away with an Irish whip. Off the rebound, Plague ducks the back elbow attempt, comes off the ropes a second time and hits a flying forearm, catching Jackson right under the jaw. The big man goes down, as Plague quickly comes over and applies a rear chinlock, driving a knee into the back of Brad Jackson to add to the pressure.

Caelan Tyler: Now Plague with the advantage, trying to neutralize some of the strength advantage that Jackson has over him.

Jake Steel: It won’t last, Caelan. This is a member of Society we're talking about. He'll find a way.

After a few seconds of this, Jackson reaches up and grabs hold of Plague's hands, beginning to slowly pull them away from each other. The power struggle is clearly in Jackson's favor, but Plague manages to get a hand free and rakes the eyes of his opponent, before delivering a slap kick to the back that makes his opponent writhe in pain. Jackson attempts to get to his feet but a double axe handle to the small of the back sends him down again. Plague tries to lock in a Camel Clutch, but to no avail as Jackson grabs on to the ropes before the move can be properly applied.

Caelan Tyler: Good ring awareness by the former Anarchy X and Tag Team champion there, knowing where the ropes were and getting to them to break the hold.

Jake Steel: Not like he would have submit to that hold anyway, Caelan.

The ref forces the break, moving Plague away and allowing Jackson a moment's breather. It's very short-lived, however, as Plague slips around the referee and lands a right hand to the head on his opponent. A second follows this, and a third before Plague creates a little bit of distance between himself and Jackson. He charges back in, and a clothesline sends both men over the top rope and to the mats outside!

Caelan Tyler: I'm not sure if this is a wise move by Plague here. Jackson seems to thrive on the outside of the ring.

Jake Steel: Which means Plague made a mistake, as expected. Now get 'im, Jax!

Despite being the aggressor, Plague landed just as hard as Jackson did, and both men are stunned as the referee is forced to exercise his ten-count. Plague is first up at the count of three, and grabs Jackson by the head. However, Jackson quickly raises his arms up, breaking the hold and knocking down his opponent with a hard left hand. He then grabs Plague quickly and bashes his head into the ring apron a few times for good measure before rolling into the ring to break the count.

Caelan Tyler: And now we can see why The Machine is so dangerous out of the ring. Plague seems to be in deep trouble.

Jake Steel: Which is fine by me. (Chanting) I-want-blood! I-want-blood! I-want--

Caelan Tyler: We get it, Jake.

Coming back to the outside of the ring, the former Anarchy X champion grabs Plague again and this time whips him into the security barrier. Methodically, Jackson closes in, grabs Plague yet again, and this time sends him into the steel steps at ringside. The stairs go flying as Plague hits them back-first, groaning at the impact. The referee's count is at seven, so Jackson finally throws Plague back into the ring before sliding in himself. A quick stomp to the head reasserts Jackson's control before Plague is flipped over. A moment later, Jackson drives a knee into Plague's back and pulls back on the head and a leg with a modified bow and arrow lock.

Caelan Tyler: Now it's Jackson trying to work over the back of his opponent.

Jake Steel: Just give it up already, Plague. It's hopeless.

Plague tries to reach the ropes, but limited mobility means that Jackson's got him dead to rights. Brad continues to wrench back on Plague, but realizes after a minute or so that it's too early to get a submission victory. He releases the hold and pulls Plague up by the head and neck before delivering a scoop slam. Jackson doesn't go for the cover, instead opting to drop an elbow into Plague's back before picking him up again and placing him against the ropes, facing out into the audience. A forearm shiver to the small of the back pushes Plague further into the ropes, and the tension rebounds him back towards the middle of the ring where Jackson buries a knee into his opponent's back. Plague crumples to the mat as Jackson looks for the first cover of the match:

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Kickout right after the two, as the left shoulder pops up.

Caelan Tyler: Jackson using the ring as a tag partner, so to speak, but was unable to end the match there.

Jake Steel: Matter of time, Cael. Only a matter of time.

With nary a glance at the official, Jackson pulls Plague to his feet and hooks up a suplex. A moment later, he snaps back, adding to the impact as Plague crashes to the mat. A smirk crossing his face, knowing he is in control at the moment, Jackson grabs Plague by the head and brings him up to his feet again, setting him up in a piledriver position. However, Plague is lifted all the way up to Jackson's shoulders, and is driven into the mat by way of a ring-rattling powerbomb! Jackson doesn't even bother to hook the leg as the ref slides in for the count:

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Thre--no! Plague is able to barely kick out as Jackson pounds a fist into the mat, frustrated.

Jake Steel: Dammit, that count was slow!

Caelan Tyler: Count looked fine to me, Jake. Plague showing good resilience to kick out of that powerbomb.

Jake Steel: Well, then what the hell do you know?

The look on Jackson's face says it all. He's pissed. And he looks like he wants to end it right now, as he gets Plague into position for Something Wicked. Before he can finish the move, though, Plague gets his arms free, grabs The Machine's head, and falls straight down, bashing the rear of Jackson's head into the mat!

Caelan Tyler: Plague hits Pandemic on Jackson, and that could be the opening he needs to get back in this!

Jake Steel: Damn lucky move, is all it was. It won't last.

With both men down, the referee has no choice but to start counting. At five, neither man has moved at all as the fans try to support Plague. Both men begin to stir at the count of six, and at the count of nine both men somehow get to their feet. Jackson tries for a roundhouse right, but is blocked by Plague who retaliates with a right hand of his own. He follows this with two more to the jaw of Jackson, and looks for an Irish whip. It's reversed by Jackson, and Plague is sent into the ropes. The Machine looks for a clothesline, but Plague ducks under, comes to a stop, and dropkicks Jackson to send the larger man down! Plague doesn't go for a cover, instead opting to go to the ropes and hit the Cemetery Gates on the prone Jackson! Cover by Plague:

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Thr--no! Two and a half only, as the left shoulder gets off the canvas!

Caelan Tyler: Jackson able to get free of the cover; but Plague seems to be building momentum here.

Jake Steel: False sense of security, Caelan!

Caelan Tyler: ...You're rather adamant about this match. Did you bet on it or something?

Jake Steel: ...No?

Caelan Tyler: Riiiiiight...

Plague seems to be feeling the momentum shift onto his side, and wants to take advantage as he leaves the ring and heads to the top rope. Jackson is slow to get up but finally does as Plague leaps off and executes a high cross body on Jackson...who rolls through and ends up covering Plague!

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Thr--not yet! Plague is able to squirm out of the cover. Undaunted, Plague is up quickly and puts the boots to Jackson, trying to beat his opponent into a daze and stay on the aggressive. As Jackson rises, Plague grabs the head, looking for a Downward Spiral, but Jackson shoves Plague into the ropes and nearly decapitates him with a vicious lariat clothesline!

Jake Steel: There we go! Tear him apart, Jackson!

Caelan Tyler: That was a tremendous clothesline by Jackson there, and that quickly he's back in control.

The two men are slow to get up, and they both reach their feet at about the same time. Plague looks for a left hand, but is blocked and then sent down by way of a back elbow. He's back up quick, but Jackson lifts him into position and delivers a Tombstone piledriver! With a snarl, Jackson falls into the cover again:

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Thre--no! Foot on the ropes breaks the count! Jackson leaps up and begins arguing with the official about it, giving Plague valuable time to recover. A few more seconds pass, and finally Jackson throws his hands in the air and turns back to where he left Plague laying. However, Plague is on his feet and delivers a Vaccine squarely on the jaw of the former Anarchy X champion! Jackson falls over like a felled tree as Plague literally collapses into the cover.

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'Fucking Hostile' hits the arena speakers as Plague gets to his feet and has his arm raised by the official.

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

Jake Steel: ...Well damn.

Caelan Tyler: Impressive win here for Plague, who will no doubt be able to use that momentum going into his Destiny title match at Turbulence.

Jake Steel: We'll see about that Cael.

Porta Prince: Nick.

The scene cuts backstage, where Nick James turns around, seeing Porta Prince standing down the hall from him, glowering dubiously. James juts out his chin defiantly and balls up his fists at his sides while Prince approaches.

Nick James: Well well, Porta Prince.

Porta Prince: You and me, we've got some unfinished business.

Nick James: Oh don't think I've forgot. I'm not afraid of you.

Porta Prince: You should be, little man. I will wreck you.

Porta Prince and Nick James gradually lean forward until they're in a nose to nose staredown.

Nick James: Your ass isn't even on the roster. You think you've got a chance against me?

Porta Prince: It's not a chance. It's a fact. Your ass is going down.

Nick James: Oh it's on like Donkey Kong.

Porta Prince: You bring your game, son? Because I came ready to play.

Nick James: Oh I brought my game. Let's do this shit!

The two continue in their stare down until the feed cuts back to ringside.

Jake Steel: The hell?

Caelan Tyler: Looks like we may have a bonus match tonight!

Jake Steel: That would be downright stupid of the kid, picking a fight with a guy like Porta Prince after facing off with Draco.

Caelan Tyler: Well, he is a kid...

The camera cuts backstage to a figure approaching the entrance of the stage. A live shot of the crowd is shown and they seem to be confused. Finally, a drum beat begins in the arena as 'Wherein Lies Continue' by Slipknot begins to play. The NLW audience isn't sure who is coming out.

Caelan Tyler: This music may be familiar to OWF fans, but I'm not sure why it's playing here!

JC steps out onto the ramp and the faithful NLW fans shower him in boos. Regardless of what he's done in OWF, he's still from OWF and that earns the hatred of the crowd. He appears to be smiling as he walks intently to the ring.

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, JC!

Caelan Tyler: I don't understand why JC would be here tonight!

JC enters the ring and asks for a microphone. Once he has it he makes a cutting motion for the music to end.

JC: NLW. The New Legends of Wrestling. Nice place.

What he says is almost drowned out by the boos from the NLW fans.

Caelan Tyler: They are not going to let someone from OWF get a word in edgewise.

Jake Steel: They shouldn't. Let him talk on OWF's show if he has something to say.

JC: Oh yes, I know that you want to boo me. After all, I'm in the other promotion. I know how much you guys hate that promotion. There is a good amount to hate, so I don't blame you. I don't care for the OWF myself right now.

The crowd reacts with confusion, as now it's a more mixed reaction than anything.

JC: As I'm sure you all know, the roster of OWF is a sideshow and the promotion itself is one gimmick match away from being a joke. If they're not a joke already. The way the current president, Chase Johnson, runs that place...it's disgusting. He'll let anyone in.

This gets cheers from the audience.

JC: Now I know what you're thinking. 'He's just saying that to get on our good side!' Trust me, that's not the case. I don't pander to crowds anymore. I'd like to think wrestling fans are smarter than that. Especially in a place like NLW. You may also think that I'm going to follow the lead of that child Vacant and jump ship. As much as I'd love to get away from OWF, I'm afraid I can't.

Jake Steel: Why not?

JC: You see, the OWF is sick. The OWF may have once been a healthy body, but now it's become filled with cancer. A cancer that continues to eat away at it's very core until one day nothing can save it. That's why I have to remain. I have to cut the cancer out of the OWF. No one else will do it, so it's up to me. The Jared Waves, Greg Jacksons and Moxie Roxies of the world are bleeding, diseased tumors that are like a plague on that promotion.

The crowd continues to cheer, as JC's OWF-bashing seems to have won a lot of them over. Even though this wasn't his intention, he smirks.

JC: It seems, however, that NLW has a cancer of its own.

This draws a few boos, but most keep quiet.

JC: You see, I originally planned on staying out of this interfed deal. I have my own goals, my own plans and I didn't need to get sidetracked. I took notice, as I'm sure you did, when The Phoenix won the OWF PDA title and lost the NLW Legacy title in the same night. OWF gained a fellow technician, someone who cares about wrestling and competition. What did NLW gain? Cancer.

Caelan Tyler: JC's asking for trouble if he's headed in the direction that I think he is.

JC: X-Terminator, a useless, talent-less hardcore brawler and drunk, is currently holding your Legacy title. YOUR Legacy title. How does that make you feel?

The mixed response to this lets JC know exactly how conflicted they are about X-T's recent title win.

JC: Angry, right? How dare he invade your promotion and disgrace that championship? A championship that's very rules are everything he is not? Luckily for you, I am the chemotherapy that NLW needs. You see, I was approached by Jack Sullivan to appear at NLW Turbulence and take on X-T for the Legacy title.

Caelan Tyler: Wow! That's big news!

Jake Steel: I don't feel comfortable with two OWF guys fighting for an NLW belt! I hope X-T signs with us...

JC: I didn't want to see NLW fall to the disease that's bothered OWF for so long, so I decided to jump at the opportunity. I wanted to let you know, NLW, that soon X-T will lose that belt. It won't be someone from NLW that gets the job done, but I have come, to remove the cancer. I will come in, win the belt and restore it before X-T can do anymore damage. You have my word.

JC drops the microphone and leaves the ring to cheers from the audience, who have now made a complete 180 from earlier in the night.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like JC won some of the crowd over here tonight, although it'll be interesting how this plays out.

Jake Steel: No kidding, if X-T signs then JC will find himself being 'the enemy' in that match.

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 the match ahead as he slides into the ring.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Osaka, Japan... Weighing in at 232 pounds... NIRVANA!

Caelan Tyler: Nirvana was victorious in his debut last show against Jason Spire, and he actively petitioned NLW management for what he called a 'real challenge', and he'll certainly be getting one tonight.

Jake Steel: Who? Jackrabbit?

Caelan Tyler: Yes.

Jake Steel: BWHAHAHAHA!

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: Seriously?

Caelan Tyler: Yes.

Jake Steel: BWHAHAHAHA!

Caelan Tyler: ...

The arena lights dim, and hysterical laughter sounds through the arena. 'Out Of My Head' by 'Puddle Of Mudd' begins to play, as smoke fills the entrance-ramp and blue strobe lights scan the arena. Onto the ramp steps The Jackrabbit. He is wearing one of his trademark 'Jackrabbit' T-Shirts, and his plaid, wrestling shorts, with black elbow pads and boots. The Jackrabbit begins to walk down the ramp as the music picks up, and he then runs and slides into the ring as blue strobe lights scan the arena. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and laughs out loud to himself, raising both arms and wriggling the index fingers on each (doing his pose) as the fans cheer him. The Jackrabbit then jumps back down, and paces the ring.

Zach King: And his opponent, from parts unknown... Weighing in at 256 pounds... He is one half of the NLW Tag Team Champions... THE JACKRABBIT!

Caelan Tyler: The Jackrabbit is coming off of a loss to Draco in the Gold Rush tournament, so he'll no doubt be looking to get back on track here tonight.

Jake Steel: That goofball? He's going to get smoked here.

The bell sounds and Jackrabbit begins his approach toward Nirvana in the center of the ring. Nirvana tries to catch Jackrabbit off guard quickly with a violent kick to the mid section but Jackrabbit sees it coming and gets his hands up in time to grab the leg. He lifts up on it causing Nirvana to fall on his back. Jackrabbit holds on to the leg but wastes too much time deciding what he's going to do with it so Nirvana uses his other leg to kick The Jackrabbit away. Both men scramble back up on their feet and quickly lock back up. Nirvana gets the upper hand taking arm control and getting Jackrabbit into a Hammerlock. Jackrabbit tries to elbow back with his free hand but Nirvana leans his head back so the elbows don’t land. Jackrabbit tries to reverse it to no avail as Nirvana keeps a good hold on the hammerlock. Nirvana tries to apply more pressure to the hammerlock to get Jackrabbit to go down and Jackrabbit begins to bend over and proceeds to reach between his legs and grabs Nirvana's leg and pull up causing Nirvana to fall on his back. Jackrabbit doesn't get a chance to do anything with the let as once again Nirvana uses his free leg to kick Jackrabbit away. Both men scramble back up a second time and Nirvana runs at him but Jackrabbit moves out of the way and drop toe holds Nirvana who lands on the mat face first. Jackrabbit pounces on top of Nirvana and ruffles his hair in a humiliating fashion before jumping off of him and doing a few jumping jacks as a now humiliated and off his game Nirvana gets back up to one knee in disbelief.

Caelan Tyler: Jackrabbit keeping Nirvana off-balance in the early going here.

Jake Steel: Is he doing jumping jacks?

Caelan Tyler: He's warming up Jake.

Jake Steel: Oy.

Nirvana gets up and heads toward Jackrabbit who hits an open slap to the face... and another... and another. He goes to wiggle his fingers to do the next part of the slap happy but Nirvana puts an end to these shenanigans with a hard knee into the stomach causing him to bend over. Nirvana backs up a little bit and then hits a knee lift sending Jackrabbit down on his back. Jackrabbit rolls to his side which is a mistake as Nirvana hits a HARD kick to Jackrabbit's back the sound of the hit echoing through the arena and drawing 'ohhhhs'. He hits another HARD kick causing Jackrabbit to actually scramble up to his feet and back up into the corner to avoid the blows but at the same time causes him to be trapped. Nirvana walks up to the dazed Jackrabbit and begins with the 'Untouchable' his combination of kicks and punches that seem to have Jackrabbit on the ropes. He ends this by grabbing Jackrabbit's right arm and JUDO TOSSING HIM out of the corner. Nirvana proceeds to go for the pin attempt...

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KICKOUT

Despite the assault Jackrabbit still has plenty of fight left in him.

Caelan Tyler: Nirvana taking control here with that pin attempt, although so far this has been quite interesting, as both men have rather unique wrestling styles.

Jake Steel: Yeah, Nirvana's is good, Jackrabbit's isn't.

Caelan Tyler: Say what you will Jake, but it's hard to argue with results, and Jackrabbit has been very successful here in NLW.

Nirvana picks Jackrabbit back up and Irish whips him into the ropes bouncing off the ropes himself. He tries to connect with a running power kick but Jackrabbit rolls under it. Nirvana turns around as Jackrabbit is up on his feet and charges hitting a SPEAR on Nirvana taking him down. Jackrabbit is on top reigning down open hand slaps all over Nirvana who grabs one of Jackrabbit's hands and rolls him over giving himself the advantage now and he begins to bring down a barrage of closed fists on Jackrabbit causing the Ref to administer a five count for closed fists. After 4 Nirvana stands up off of Jackrabbit and then immediately slams his foot down into his stomach causing Jackrabbit to roll to his side and hunch over holding his stomach as the crowd boos. Nirvana picks up Jackrabbit and makes sure he is able to stand before bouncing off the ropes and this time connecting with his running power kick. He goes for another pin attempt.

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Kickout!

Despite the beating Jackrabbit is still able to kick out. He picks up Jackrabbit and sets him in the position for an Osaka Street Cutter. He lifts him up but Jackrabbit wiggles and maneuvers and lands on his feet while at the same time he has Nirvana in a reverse DDT position! Jackrabbit drops down and nails it as the crowd approves!

Caelan Tyler: Excellent counter there by Jackrabbit.

Jake Steel: Wow, he hit an actual wrestling move! I'm shocked.

Jackrabbit is in a sitting position now and looks over and sees Nirvana is still down. He quickly crawls over for the cover as the Ref begins his count...

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KICKOUT

Jackrabbit is still dazed and takes some time getting on his feet. Nirvana is up at the same time he is and attempts a spinning back fist but Jackrabbit ducks shoots back up on his feet and proceeds to grab both of Nirvana's nipples and twists them as hard as they can. Nirvana makes a noise that suggest both surprise and pain as Jackrabbit stands on his tip toes and also proceeds to head butt Nirvana several times while holding on to his nipples. There is a downside to this as Jackrabbit becomes dazed himself from the head butts and releases the nipples and stumbles back. Nirvana despite dazed tries to take advantage of this by taking a few steps and trying to connect with a spinning heel kick but Jackrabbit ducks and avoids it. Nirvana tries to get back up but Jackrabbit catches him on the way and takes him back down with a pin point precision DDT! He goes for another cover.

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SHOULDER UP!

Caelan Tyler: Pin attempt there after a rather...unique submission move by JR.

Jake Steel: Ow. Just ow.

Jackrabbit rolls off of Nirvana and stands back up only to bend down to pick Nirvana back up. He successfully Irish whips Nirvana into the corner. He charges in jumps and turns in the air nailing Nirvana with the butt bump! Jackrabbit takes a few steps out of the corner and turns around to greet Nirvana stumbling out of the corner. The Jackrabbit puts his head between Nirvana's legs in an obvious attempt to nail the Last Laugh. He goes to lift but Nirvana struggles and succeeds at keeping him from doing so. Nirvana wraps his hands around Jackrabbit's waist lifts him up spins him around and powerbombs him into the corner. Nirvana falls down afterwards as Jackrabbit slumps down in a sitting position in the corner.

Caelan Tyler: Jackrabbit was looking to finish it there, but Nirvana was able to avoid it with that massive powerbomb.

Jake Steel: There you go! Abuse~!

Nirvana pushes himself back up on his feet as he sees Jackrabbit remained slump in the corner. He stands him up turns him around and begins to ram his head repeatedly into the turnbuckle the crowd going 'BOO!' after each head ramming. After nine head rams He pulls him out of the corner and bends him backwards once again setting him up for the Osaka Street Cutter. He lifts him up and this time he successfully connects! This has to be it as Nirvana goes for the cover...

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SHOULDER UP by Jackrabbit!

The crowd respectfully applauds the kickout as Nirvana doesn't waste time in being disappointed. He stands Jackrabbit back up and sets him up in a suplex position. He lifts up setting Jackrabbit on the top rope. The crowd stirs as Nirvana also proceeds to the top rope in order to hit the Osaka Law. He wants to hit it but Jackrabbit is attempting to fight it off with punches. Nirvana punches also but Jackrabbit hits a hard open hand slap and then pushes Nirvana off causing him to crash on the canvas on his back. Jackrabbit proceeds to pull himself standing on the top rope as Nirvana is up on his feet. Jackrabbit launches himself with a missile dropkick attempt but Nirvana moves out of the way and Jackrabbit crashes on the mat. Nirvana goes for another pin attempt this time hooking the leg.

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KICKOUT!

Caelan Tyler: Nirvana just can't seem to finish off The Jackrabbit, and it's not for a lack of trying.

Jake Steel: He'll get the job done, he showed what he's made of last Uprising and I think he'll show us that again here.

Nirvana mounts Jackrabbit and begins to beat him from above with closed fists as the ref quickly dives in and throws Nirvana off of him warning him about such actions. Nirvana doesn't seem to mind and he goes back over to Jackrabbit and instead of picking him up decides to attempt a new strategy and locks in a Juji-Gatame! Jackrabbit bites his lip as he tries to take the pain and is close enough to the ropes he is able to successfully scoot over and get his leg under the bottom rope in time to break the hold before the damage is too severe. Nirvana releases the hold after a four count... the first hint of frustration finally showing on his face. He grabs Jackrabbit by the leg and drags him to the center of the ring. Attempting a new strategy and a new body part Nirvana begins to go for the spinning toe hold. The hold seems to be working although Jackrabbit has no desire to give up. After three rotations Jackrabbit pays Nirvana back for his two kick offs early and kicks him into the ropes. Nirvana bounces off the ropes and comes back with Jackrabbit lifting his legs up and using his leg strength to send Nirvana flipping into the air over him and crashing on his back!

Caelan Tyler: Big back body drop by Jackrabbit!

This gives Jackrabbit enough time to get up on his feet as Nirvana shakes off the effects of the landing. They are both up and meet back in the middle of the ring as Jackrabbit hits an open hand slap and Nirvana responds with a backhand slap. Another open slap followed by a backhand slap. Jackrabbit goes for it again but this time it is successfully blocked and then Nirvana eye gouges Jackrabbit. Jackrabbit shrugs it off hits an open hand... another open hand... he wiggles his fingers and goes to complete the slap happy for a second time before Nirvana gives out his snarl doing something that is rarely done and that is bedazzling Jackrabbit! In that moment of being stunned, Nirvana takes advantage with the jazz hands hitting Jackrabbit several times in the chest. He then goes for the Gun Fist sending both of his fists into Jackrabbit's temples. Then in rapid fire succession he grabs under his chin with one hand preparing to unload his blood mist into Jackrabbit's face. Jackrabbit recognizes this and at the last second presses forward with both hands covering Nirvana's mouth causing the mist to shoot back into his throat. Nirvana stumbles back clutching his throat choking on his own mist as Jackrabbit quickly bends down puts his head between Nirvana's legs and lifts him up NAILING THE LAST LAUGH!!! Jackrabbit goes for the cover...

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Here is your winner The Jackrabbit!

Caelan Tyler: And JR pulls it off by countering the Blood Mist!

Jake Steel: BOO! He must've cheated!

Caelan Tyler: What? He won fair and square, Nirvana tried to cheat with that mist!

Jake Steel: Psh, no way!

We find ourselves back in front of Jack Sullivan's office where we had left off earlier. The door creeps open and we see X-Terminator exchanging a final handshake with the NLW President before exiting his office and closing the door behind him. He is still seen carry his Legacy Title around his waist as well as the duffle bag in his left hand carrying the OWF Tears Title. A large smile is clearly seen smeared across his face.

Caelan Tyler: Something happened behind closed doors there Jake!
Jake Steel: ...

Caelan Tyler: And I don't mean that in a sexual way.

Jake Steel: Well how could you? X-Terminator could very well have signed with NLW back there. That would be huge!

We continue backstage as X-Terminator is seen roaming the halls, introducing himself to fellow athletes from the wrestling world. He continues on when he eventually runs into a familiar -- object. While not paying attention and checking out Charisma Finch from a distance, he runs directly into a man, but more importantly, a familiar title -- The OWF Blood Title. The camera pans up to see The Lost Soul standing backstage with the title across his shoulder. X-T looks down at the partner title that he has in the duffle bag bellow. He snickers to himself before acknowledging the man.

X-Terminator: Hey, ahh -- partner!

The Lost Soul: ...

The two glare at each other, not knowing what to make of the situation. The Lost Soul stands on edge, as if he is preparing himself for a fight.

X-Terminator: Whoa! Settle down my friend, I come in peace. Besides, I enjoyed what you did to Trent Steel on Addiction. That took balls, guts and most importantly... skill. It's a shame you didn't come to me first, because I would have just given you mine, you know. But it's too late now; I have a better idea for this title, oh yes...

The Lost Soul drops his defense pose and begins to look a little more relaxed, kind of enjoying all of the positive feedback he is obtaining.

X-Terminator: In any event, I'm here to work with you guys as Legacy Champion, and by the looks of it, you and I are fighting the same cause. Perhaps we really should team up, partner.

X-T slaps the title across the shoulder of The Lost Soul.

X-Terminator: Think about it, partner!

X-T slowly continues his journey down the hall, and towards one Charisma Finch as we cut back to the announcer's table.

Caelan Tyler: Well X-T didn't seem the least me perturbed by the fact that The Lost Soul stole his tag partner's title.

Jake Steel: Why would he? He had to of signed with NLW.
Caelan Tyler: That would be a great boon to this organization, although one would think that X-T would need to watch his back in case The Phoenix comes looking for the Legacy title.

Jake Steel: What, why? He sucks!

Backstage, we find ourselves being taken down a long hallway, passing various NLW talent left and right, though many of their faces are mere blurs as the camera man breaks into a sprint.

Obese Referee (with mullet): Watch it!

Nearly crashing into a fat referee with a mullet, the camera man stops in his tracks, scanning the nearest doors with his camera.

Obese Referee (without mullet): Do you mind?

A fat referee without a mullet passes by, nearly having his head taken off as the camera man swings the camera around to face a door diagonal from where he stands.

Camera Man: Ah ha!

Zooming in, the name 'Tony Millennia' can be seen etched into a name plate. Below the plate, in what appears to be permanent ink are the following words: TAKE TWO.

The camera man approaches the door, moments away from opening it when all of a sudden, it swings open.

And there is Tony Millennia, complete with sunglasses no doubt hiding bloodshot, coked-out eyeballs.

Tony Millennia: Who in the Dalai Lama?

Camera Man: Uh...oops...sorry...

Tony Millennia glares into the camera for about five seconds, arching his right eyebrow in an expression that seems to reduce the camera man to nothing more than a pile of trash with flesh. Finally, Millennia shakes his head and speaks out loud.

Tony Millennia: Even though you reek of catfish, dude, I'm going to ignore it and say a few words into your little camera. You see, it's important for me to get the message out there that Tony f'n Millennia is back and ready to kick some serious genitalia. Yes, it's true that I have already been here once before, and I'll be the first to admit I bit off more than I could chew. I didn't know how heavy the backstage politics were over here, didn't have any idea what a little bitch Aphrodisia Jordan is. Well, I mean, I knew she was a bitch, but I didn't know she'd throw her weight around as a World Champion Diva-- you'd think despite her many, many weak points, even she would have a bit of class and let shit play itself out, rather than trying to play goddess in an attempt to weed out talent that is clearly of a higher grade than her. And yes, I am referring to yours truly, THE ONLY STAR New Legends of Wrestling and the entire universe will ever...know! I-

Before Millennia can say another word, none other than Aphrodisia Jordan appears on-camera, looking none too pleased with Millennia's comments.

A sinister smile appears on her lips before she lashes out, back-handing Tony hard enough to twist his head to the side. She cracks her knuckles afterwards, blood clearly pooling on her skin, both from his blood and her own.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Still stalking me, Tony? Thought you would have gotten the point years ago...

Tony Millennia remains silent, wiping the blood from his lips. In fact, several awkward moments pass before he finally says a word.

Tony Millennia: Fuck this shit.

Turning away from the camera, he pulls something out of his pocket. Lifting whatever it is to his nose, the sound of snorting can be heard, followed by a pleasured sigh, a la Millennia.

Tony Millennia: That's more like it!

Millennia whirls around, a wide grin extending across his face and his tone much too jovial for someone who just had their face busted open by one of their worst enemies.

Tony Millennia: Aphro, Aphro, Aphro -- when are you going to learn? I'm not interested in you in the slightest, and to tell the absolute truth, I only harass you because I like watching you go into serious business mode. In other words, your little outbursts serve as nothing more than entertainment for me, so go right ahead and slap me again. Inside, I guarantee, I am laughing...laughing like a hyena on ecstasy!

Millennia is obviously as high as a kite...maybe higher.

Aph's laughter is edged with evil as she closes the gap between herself and Tony. She puts one hand around his neck to draw him down to her eye-level.

Aphrodisia Jordan: Poor, poor, Tony. Your career has gone that far downhill that you have to ride the coattails of someone else while packing your nose. Tsk, tsk.

Becoming visibly agitated, Millennia rips free of Aph's grip, though red finger marks remain where she held him.

Tony Millennia: I don't need this shit. Listen here, cunt. I am the one with the coattails people try to ride, not you. I am the one every one of you fools wish you could be. When you see me walking down the hall, you're overcome with jealousy over all I have accomplished throughout my career. So I like a little party in my nose every once in awhile, so what? If a vampire can chug blood, why can't I sniff a bit of nose candy here and there? Is that really so wrong??

Having clearly gone off on a tangent, Millennia takes a deep breath and runs his hands through his hair, which is now coated in sweat. Overdose much?

Tony Millennia: Listen, Ms. Jordan, I was fully ready to take your ass on last time I was here, but you were the one that saw to it that I never saw so much as one match. Sure, I made the decision to leave, but who wants to stick around a place where an overgrown baby such as yourself whines and bitches until she gets her way? We may as well call Morgana up and get her to join NLW with as much as you bring this federation down.

Aphrodisia Jordan: I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, Millennia. Just go sit down and puke your guts out, then come talk to me when you're on the same, sober level I'm on.

Bursting out in laughter, Millennia manages to spit out a few more words.

Tony Millennia: Hahahahaha! That's it?? Running away now??? Scared, are we?? Hahahahahahaha! Now the whole world knows that I am right and you are wrong, hahahahaha! Now they all know that you would rather -- hahahahahahahaha! -- run and hide than face me. Sober or not, I'm five times the athlete you are, so fuck on that...bitch! Hahahahaha...hahahahahahaha!

Aphrodisia just shakes her head and rubs the bridge of her nose.

Aphrodisia Jordan: See you in the ring, Tony.

Tony Millennia: See me in the...?

Once more, Aphrodisia grabs Tony by the collar and drags him down before planting a smooch on his mouth -- and from the looks of it, the smooch is not without a healthy dose of Aph tongue. Once their lips part, Aphrodisia walks off-camera, leaving a stunned Millennia behind.

Tony Millennia: I, uh....yeah...I....errr....

Millennia glows a rosy shade of red.

Tony Millennia: ....Um.....well, I guess I showed her, huh? She ran off and shit. Did you see that? Ahem...

The scene fades out with Millennia rubbing the spot on his lips where Aphrodisia left her smooch with a hint of fondness. His eyes appear to twinkle as he runs his tongue across his lips, a dreamy expression bubbling up over his face. It is almost as if Tony Millennia is smitten with his longtime rival, Aphrodisia Jordan -- either that or it's the cocaine zoning him out.

It has to be the coke, right?

Caelan Tyler: Well that was an interesting interaction between NLW newcomer Tony Millennia and the champ.

Jake Steel: How dare that scoundrel put his lips on Aph!

Caelan Tyler: Um Jake? She kissed him.

Jake Steel: So?

Caelan Tyler: ...Whatever.

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: This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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 entrance way, awaiting his opponent.

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

Caelan Tyler: Taurus may have a rather unorthodox style, but it's been effective so far in NLW.

Jake Steel: Plus he can bring the ABUSE!

Caelan Tyler: Aph picked up the victory, but what's Millennia doing out here?

Jake Steel: Beat the heck outta me.

Aph glares up at the entrance ramp as Tony claps before heading backstage.

Caelan Tyler: Very odd.

Jake Steel: He's lucky he got the hell outta dodge before Aph got up there.

The scene cuts backstage, where Plague walks alone down the arena hallway, the loud cheers from the uprising crowd rising high in the background. Plague suddenly stops at a door way, and looks left and right before reading the name on the door...

Jason Spire.

He grins openly, before crouching down and begins to pick the lock. After a few seconds the door clicks audibly, and Plague turns the handle and pushes the door open. All the while reaching into his pocket with his other hand, pulling out a small bottle and a white rag. He soaks the rag with the liquid in the small bottle and moves into the room... closing the door behind him.

He glances around the room, it was empty aside from a few dented, steel lockers, and a large cracked mirror that hangs above a dingy sink. A cough is heard from the other room followed by a voice...

Voice: That had better be my fucking pizza, or there will be hell to pay!

Plague curses slightly and positions himself beside the door that leads into the other room. Jason Spire walks into the room and glances around, evidently confused and obviously disappointed with the lack of pizza guy in the room. Plague creeps up behind him, steadying himself before leaping onto the big man's back and slamming the rag over his mouth and nose. Spire swings wildly for his assailant...

Plague: Shhh...

Spire suddenly falls limp, and Plague slowly lets him drop onto the ground before crouching down in front of his face.

Plague: I don't envy your headache when you wake up... but while your asleep... dream of large women.

Plague drags Spire, with considerable difficulty, over to a nearby exposed pipe back in an unused area of the arena. Once there, he reaches into pocket and pulls out a set of ordinary handcuffs and cuffs Spire's hands around the pipe. Plague positions himself on a bench across from Spire.

Plague: And now we wait...

With that, the scene cuts back to ringside, with a confused Caelan Tyler and Jake Steel.

Caelan Tyler: What the heck is Plague doing?

Jake Steel: Hell if I know, but it can't possible be good.

Caelan Tyler: Yeah, Spire is one of his opponents at Turbulence, which makes this pretty damn weird.

In the ring stands Charisma Finch, who has a huge smile on her face, as this is the first time she's been in the ring to do her job in a long while.

Charisma Finch: Ladies and Gentlemen.. Introducing at this time... He is from the Outsider Wrestling Federation, and current NLW Legacy Champion. Here is -- X-Terminator!

The camera cuts towards the entrance ramp and the lights quickly fade to black. The crowd jumps up to their feet in curiosity as many cheers are heard throughout. A dim blue light slowly hits the entrance at the top of the ramp. The crowd unites in an 'X-T, X-T' chant at this sight of this. The music begins...

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.

From the top of the ramp, explosions ignite the stage. From the wreckage emerges X-Terminator, still wearing his Black suit and tie, his Legacy title firmly around his waist. He is also carrying his OWF Title in a duffle bag still to his side. He has a grin from ear to ear at the unusual eruption of cheers that he is receiving. He makes his way to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope. Once inside the ring, he walks charismatically over towards Charisma Finch who is standing with microphone in hand. He graciously takes Charisma's hand and caresses it ever so softly. She giggles as her cheeks swell with redness. She struggles to think of her next line.

Charisma Finch: Ohh -- Ahhh, what a gentlemen! X-Terminator, we would all like to officially welcome you as our guest to NLW Uprising. Do you like what you see thus far?

X-Terminator smiles before turning his head and slowly glancing down the shirt of Charisma. He then sways his eyes over the rest of her body to the excitement of the male audience in the crowd tonight.

X-Terminator: There's, ah, definitely a lot more eye candy, if you know what I'm saying. Are all the girls here as beautiful as you?

Again, she blushes to delight of the crowd. X-Terminator looks around for approval with an arrogant smile across his face.

Charisma Finch: Umm, I'm not sure how to answer that one. Back on topic, do you think that the NLW is a place that X-Terminator would fit into? A lot of former OWF wrestlers have been able to call the NLW their new home.

The crowd explodes in excitement over that last comment. Chants of NLW are heard from all of the NLW faithful. Only a split second passes before the entire crowd picks it up and unites in chants for the NLW. X-T gently snatches the microphone from the hands of Charisma before continuing on. He signals to her that he has this interview all under control.

X-Terminator: Charisma, be a doll and let me handle this one. I have years of experience in this field so do us a favor.. Stand there and look pretty or something.

Laughs come from few fans chucking at the sight of Charisma, standing like a lost puppy, dazed and confused.

X-Terminator: So let's cut right to the chase. There are many different things between the NLW and the OWF, Charisma Finch is one of them. Trust me honey, it's a good thing. The OWF doesn't have anyone around there with the good looks that you possess. Hell, all they have is a pregnant for the tenth time, all out of crack bitch of an announcer who will practically hit on anything that moves. Trust me doll, Jackie Kissens has nothing on you.

Charisma laughs but quite honestly doesn't understand the compliment. Instead she opts to stand there and look pretty.

X-Terminator: Let's look at exhibit B, shall we.

X-T walks over, past Charisma and towards the NLW referee that had called his match last Uprising.

X-Terminator:You my friend. Let me congratulate you on a very accurate call you made last Uprising in the Main Event. You truly were doing your job, unlike OWF's referee. Let's face it, they found Jamaal out front of their head office pan handling, offered him a job out of pity and it end up costing me the title that I single handily re-incarnated. So once again, congratulations on paying attention and actually doing your job. I say give this man a raise!

X-T raises his arm in the arm, microphone in hand. The crowd cheers loudly for the NLW referee, knowing that he is one of their own.

X-Terminator: I can sit here and compare the OWF to the NLW but let's face it, the difference is literally night and day. I for once, can see clearly as my mind is jumbled with all of their mumbo jumbo. Let's run down what exactly they have and consider talent. Their heavyweight champion, a man who barely can cut it against an NLW newbie. A man that claims he fights the big fight, but when push comes to shove, he would never do anything as daring as I did. Jesse Williams, a man that has dodged me every chance he has gotten since my return to the wrestling world. Instead, he has opted to face stellar opponents in EJ Slayer, Trent Steel, and currently, Joe Cool. Give me a fucking break. Joe Cool? A man that gets a shot for beating up a chick? How original of you OWF, like the lady killer angle has never been portrayed in the past!

A small contingent of 'JC Sucks, JC Sucks' chants are clearly heard echoing through the arena. X-T waits briefly for the chants to quiet down by flirting with Charisma from a distance, off the mic. Eventually, the chants fade.

X-Terminator: I am a man of facts, and these are them. I beat Moxie, I beat JC, and who gets the title shot. The OWF is the only place in history where a man can go undefeated one on one, post a 9-1 record with the one loss being questionable, and not even be considered for a title shot, interesting isn't it? I say conspiracy! The thing I like about Jack is his honest approach. He seems like a man who doesn't need to lie, cheat, and steal in order for him and his promotion to succeed. That man has spit more lies at me than Eminem has spit rhymes. Jack Sullivan recognizes and appreciates talent, Chase Johnson wouldn't comprehend talent if it bit him square in the ass! And how about the roster? It's like daycare in that motherfucking place. The biggest story of the year is a fucking fight over cereal. CEREAL? WHAT THE FUCK?

Laughter from many in the crowd instantly hits. X-T seems to get a kick out of his last comment as well, chuckling to himself.

X-Terminator: The funny part of it all, is that it wasn't a joke. That is their major story line at this point. At least the NLW has feuds involving pure hatred resulting in theft, blood loss and near fatality. Feuds in the OWF are made of who's cheating on who, and when will Trent get his next title shot. The place is a disgrace, and I will no longer sit idly by and watch it crumble to the ground. I admit, when I came over here I had a few harsh words to say, but that was then, and this is now. I finally see the light, and the light is right here in the NLW! I will defend this Legacy title with honor, solidifying my own Legacy in the process. I will defend it at Turbulence against anyone and anybody who is daring enough to step into my fucking ring. Draco wants a shot? I say quit crying about it to all the others and do something about it. JC wants to face me? He just needs to show up at Turbulence. You don't have to fight over it any longer; I am right here and willing to fight. That goes to anyone in the NLW that doubts their new Legacy champion. I realize that it couldn't be much worse than the former Legacy Champion, but I do promise that I defend the title with honor and class, the way that is was meant to be defended. Don't doubt my pure wrestling skills NLW, for I have been wrestling for a very long time.

No response comes from the crowd. The interview begins to drag as X-Terminator realizes this.

X-Terminator: I don't want to waste much more of your time, and I did have a reason for coming out here if you will just bare with me. The OWF is a sand trap and is dead in my eyes. I would like to wish them all the worst of luck. They have me booked in a match at this coming Monday Addiction, but quite frankly, they would be lucky if they received a simple phone call. To prove to you all that the OWF is dead and to pledge my allegiance to the rest of the NLW, I have decided to do something that only few would even dare attempt.

X-Terminator reaches down below him and into his duffle bag to the curiosity of the crowd. He then quickly pulls out the OWF Tears Championship and slowly raises it to his face. The camera catches a sadistic look on his face, glaring at the title with a look of amazement. The crowd boos at the sight of the oppositions title.

X-Terminator: Don't worry folks, I’m not doing this to show off, I'm just looking to prove a point. The point is, fuck the OWF!

X-T drops the microphone and slides towards the bottom rope. He slides out of the ring with his OWF Title and walks towards the side of the ramp with a purpose. He walks towards the sound effects area off to the side of the entrance as he finds a perfectly placed green garbage can with a small bottle of lighter fluid beside it. He looks at the title, and then at the crowd for approval. They all cheer on in excitement giving X-Terminator the go ahead. He dangles the title over the garbage can holding it only with his index finger, before letting go as the title drops into the garbage can below. He then reaches to the left of the garbage can and grabs the bottle of fluid. He begins pouring the lighter fluid inside the garbage can and onto his OWF title as the crowd is now standing at attention cheering on in the excitement. He polishes off the bottle of fluid before pulling out a box of matches from his pocket. He reaches into the box and grabs one single match. Just as he begins to light the match, he stops and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a black sleek cell phone and answers it. The crowd wonders what to make of this as X-Terminator is seen mumbling the words 'What? He's coming? Stop him!' Just as those words are spoken, from the top of the ramp JC emerges. He begins to walk towards the edge of the ramp staring down at his opponent at Turbulence. He is seen yelling 'What are you doing?' and 'Are you crazy?' Within seconds, a man emerges from backstage and spears JC from behind. JC falls awkwardly and lands ten feet below directly into the sound equipment in front of X-T. Sparks begin to fly from every which direction as a small explosion comes from the wreckage. On top of the wreckage stands Jin Royale with his arms high in the air to the excitement of the crowd. X-T struggles to jump back on top of the ramp as he does so. X-T walks up to Jin Royale as the two exchange a face off. Moments pass before X-T extends his hand, Jin Royale wastes no time to accept as the two shake hands at the top of the ramp. They begin small chat as the camera pans to JC lying unconscious in the wreckage below, sparks still flying few and far between. X-Terminator and Jin Royale walk off the ramp and to the back together.

Caelan Tyler: X-T making his presence felt here tonight!

Jake Steel: WHOO!

Caelan Tyler: Surprised to see Jin Royale come out here though, think maybe X-T is going to join Explicit Content?

Jake Steel: God I hope not.

The cameras cut backstage where a big boot from Porta Prince splinters a door from the frame. Prince steps into the room, his eyes on fire as he scans the surroundings. From behind him, Nick James baseball slides between Prince's legs, leapfrogging over the back of a couch to land in his seat, kicking his feet up on top of a duffel bag resting in front of him.

Nick James: Too slow, Haitian.

Porta Prince: The Heroes jokes are getting old, kid.

Prince stalks around the sofa toward James... then has a seat beside him. James pulls a copy of 08WF Addiction from the side pocket of his cargo pants, ejecting a copy of Blitz: The League II from The Phoenix's X-Box 360 and setting his own disc inside. The television cues with the OWF logo which is mosaic'd out by the NLW censors until it fades into actual gameplay. The character select menu features names such as Jesse Williams, Ray Lopes, and Greg Jackson, but Porta Prince passes by all of the mainstream stars and selects the blue outline labeled Custom, a Porta Prince image shifted onto the screen rippling with muscles exaggerated beyond Prince's already impressive physique. James toggles through characters, passing by Vacant with only a brief pause, and selects Moxie Roxie. A bell sounds and the two begin circling in the ring.

Porta Prince: I should have expected Moxie; after all you've got no balls.

Virtual Porta Prince grapples with virtual Moxie Roxie, slipping behind her and throwing her overhead with a release German suplex. Moxie somersaults through and lands on her feet, toe kicking Prince as he drops back, which somehow knocks him back into a standing position. Moxie leaps onto Prince's back with a piggyback sleeper and Prince goes through the animations of becoming tired as the Simon-style button sequences flash by and both players frantically piece together their combinations. James accidentally bumps a green at sequence six and the virtual Porta Prince frees himself from Moxie's grasp.

Porta Prince: Good try, kid, but I maxed my submission stat.

Nick James: Oh I'm just getting warmed up.

Virtual Prince back elbows Moxie and knocks her over the top rope where a coding glitch results in her walking in mid-air, frozen in place, hovering about four feet away from the apron. James mashes buttons in frustration, trying to do anything to break free of the spot, but Prince capitalizes, charging his video game counterpart across the ring and diving through the ropes with a running tackle to the outside, knocking Moxie to the floor and toggling her stamina bar to highlight her torso in yellow damage.

Porta Prince: Ah yeah, bitch. I'm just getting warmed up.

The Phoenix: Well, don't let me interrupt you then.

PAUSE etches across the screen as both James and Prince turn to the busted open doorway, The Phoenix staring them down as they sit in awkward silence within his locker room enjoying the use of his property. James tries to be nonchalant as he removes his feet from their perch on Phoenix's gym bag, setting them back on the floor and making a subtle gesture with his head towards Prince.

Porta Prince: The door was like that when we got here.

The Phoenix: Do you think I was born yesterday? Get out.

Porta Prince: But--

The Phoenix: OUT!

Phoenix shifts slightly out of the doorway, allowing Porta to leave, all the while staring daggers into the back of the OWF 'traitor.' As James tries to walk past, Phoenix sticks an arm out to halt his progress.

The Phoenix: Piece of advice for you. Most people won't know everything you've gone through elsewhere. This is your chance to set things right...for you and the one you 'heart' so much. Don't blow it, for both your sakes.

With that, The Phoenix moves away from the door, allowing Nick James to leave peacefully. A few moments later, the camera pans back to Phoenix sitting on the small sofa, his controller in hand as he looks at the game they left behind. As the character selection screen passes by X-Terminator, with a picture of the OWF PDA Championship in the background, Phoenix simply shakes his head and chuckles.

The Phoenix: Not even playing with an updated roster. How sad.

And on that note, the camera cuts back to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix took that a lot better than I expected.

Jake Steel: Nah, Cael, he's afraid of choking in front of the newbies!

Caelan Tyler: Jake, when are you going to accept the fact that he's a legitimate champion and not some fluke like you claim?

Jake Steel: Never!

Caelan Tyler: I should have known.

JORDAN BROCK VERSUS JESSE WILLIAMS
ONE FALL

Jake Steel: Why should I accept him? He's never won anything big.

Caelan Tyler: Yet.

'Fake' by Shinedown hits as Jordan Brock emerges from the backstage area, taunting the crowd. The fans begin to boo him mercilessly as he makes his way down to the ring.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Bullhead City, Arizona... Weighing in at 284 pounds... Making his in-ring debut tonight... JORDAN BROCK!

Caelan Tyler: Jordan Brock is definitely an impressive physical specimen, and Jesse Williams is certainly going to have his hands full tonight.

Jake Steel: God, you make that sound so gay.

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: Nothing.

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.

As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back- with a limp in his step and the OWF World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. The lights come back up to a normal setting, as he takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings and to not aggravate his knee- which is bulging from a knee brace under his black jeans. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in.

Jesse slides into the ring, staring down Jordan Brock as he holds up the OWF World Heavyweight Championship to the cheers of the fans before handing the belt over to the referee.

Zach King: And his opponent, from Los Vegas, Nevada... Weighing in at 235 pounds... He is the OWF World Heavyweight Champion... JESSE WILLIAMS!

Caelan Tyler: The crowd seems to really love Jesse Williams, even if he's an OWF wrestler.

Jake Steel: I guess the fans do have good taste sometimes, as whenever Jesse's in the ring you always know abuse isn't going to be too far behind.

Jesse and Brock begin to circle each other Jesse acts like he's going in for a shoot but it's just a fake as he drops to one knee and quickly picks himself back up as they circle each other a second time... closing in on each other while they do so. Jordan goes for the lock up but Jesse Ducks and runs under the attempt. Jordan turns around as Jesse has bounced off the ropes and he jumps up onto Brock’s shoulder spinning him around and performs a successful leg scissors take down. Brock gets up to one knee before Jesse Williams drop kicks him in the side of the head knocking him down and causing him to roll out of the ring. Jordan Brock is outside holding onto the side of his head as Jesse Williams bounces off the ropes again and prepares to dive through the ropes. Jordan catches him in the corner of his eye and moves out of the way... but it doesn't matter as Jesse Williams grabs the ropes and just spins himself back into the ring. Jesse then finds himself in the middle of the ring starring at Jordan on the outside who smacks the outer apron with the palm of his hands. He climbs back up on the outer apron but Jesse Williams is waiting and he runs up to the second turnbuckle in one of the corners leaps on to it and comes off with a drop kick into Jordan's chest, knocking him back to the outside. Jordan again smacks the apron with his hands frustrated he left himself open for that move.

Caelan Tyler: Jesse's using his dexterity to keep the bigger man off his game to start out.

Jake Steel: Come on, let's see some abuse already!

Caelan Tyler: Jake, the match just started.

Jake Steel: So?

Jordan Brock goes to climb up on the apron again but stops himself realizing the events would just repeat themselves. He rolls himself under the bottom rope at the count of seven and slowly rises up to his feet. He refuses to rush things keeping the pace of the match slow. He begins to approach at Jesse Williams who backs away from him into the corner not wanting to lock up. He has Jesse Williams trapped... he lunges in but Jesse Williams dodges again. Jordan turns around and is met with a drop kick that causes his back to hit the corner. Jesse Williams scrambles up and runs leaping onto the second ropes and begins to bring down forearms on Jordan who throws him off onto the mat. Jesse Williams springs back up leaps on the second ropes and begins to bring down forearms again. Again Jordan Brock throws him off. Jesse springs back up and charges faking jumping back up as Jordan puts up his hands to block and instead goes for a low drop kick into the knees catching Jordan by surprise and drops him down to one knee. Jesse runs and leaps over Brock landing on the top rope and then drops down landing on the back of Jordan's neck and causing him to fall flat on his face! Jesse gets up and grabs Jordan's arm and drags him to the center of the ring and kicks him to roll him over. He goes for the first cover of the match...

1...

2...

KICK OUT

Caelan Tyler: Pin attempt by Williams, but Jordan is able to kick out.

Jordan Brock is obviously not ready to call it a night. While he's still down Jesse gives him a few more kicks before walking to the ropes and springboard to the outside. He waits for Jordan Brock to pull himself up. As soon as he does Jesse Williams springboards up to the top rope and attempts a springboard cross body. Jordan Brock catches him! Jesse wiggles and squirms trying to get Jordan Brock to fall over but to no avail. Jordan Brock turns around so the entire audience can get a look at his catch before throwing Jesse Williams back in a fall away slam. Jesse Williams arches his back in pain on impact. Jordan Brock brings himself up on his feet but is in no hurry to perform the next move as he walks towards Jesse Williams who tries to push himself up on his feet. His progress is halted by a boot to the back of the head... he tries again but another boot stops him... and another. Jordan Brock bends down and picks up Jesse Williams. He sets up him for a vertical suplex attempt. He lifts him in the air... AND KEEPS HIM THERE! The crowd chants...1... 2... 3... 4... 5.... 6... it goes up to 18 before Jordan Brock drops him over the top rope performing a slingshot suplex instead. The damage is done but Jesse is able to roll over causing Jordan to have to waste a few seconds before going for the cover.

1...

2...

Shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Jordan putting on a display of power, catching Williams off-guard. Think maybe his knee was bothering him some there Jake?

Jake Steel: Probably, but who cares? The abuse has begun!

Jordan lifts Jesse's head up only to forearm it back down onto the mat. He picks him up back to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes. As Jesse Williams comes off the ropes he tries to clothesline him but misses! Jesse bounces off the ropes again and goes for a spinning heel kick but he is caught and dropped onto Jordan Brock's knee with a back breaker doing more damage to the back. Jesse Williams is in agony as he rolls to his side holding his back. Jordan Brock picks him up and sets him up for a back breaker nailing it successfully but not letting him drop off of his knee. Instead he bends Jesse William's back over his knee. The Ref gets down on a knee so he can get a good view of Jesse Williams while he asks if he wants to give up or not. Jesse Williams refuses to give up. His head is shaking yes but his voice is screaming no and the Ref is professional enough to understand this. After thirty seconds Jordan Brock gives up and throws Jesse Williams off of his knee and goes for the pin attempt instead.

1...

2...

SHOULDER UP!

Caelan Tyler: Jordan looking to completely ground Jesse with the back submissions.

Jordan Brock will not be deterred though. He picks Jesse Williams back up and Irish whips him hard into the corner. Jesse's back slamming into the corner and he falls to the ground face first. Jordan Brock keeps the slow deliberate pace as he walks toward Jesse very calm like. He grabs Jesse William and scoops him up for a running powerslam. He waits and he waits and he runs as Jesse tries to struggle out of it... and FAILS! Jordan Brock successfully hits the running powerslam and goes for the cover with the leg hooked.

1...

2...

SHOULDER UP!

Make no mistake though, Jesse Williams is hurting. Jordan Brock picks him up and sets him in the corner. He measures him up nicely and hits him with a forearm shot. He hits him with a forearm shot so hard it lifts Jesse's feet off the ground. Jordan has a smile on his face as he Irish whips Jesse into the corner. Jesse despite the beating is able to perform a desperation leap onto the top rope! Without thinking he attempts to moonsault the charging in Jordan Brock who catches him! Jordan sets Jesse on his shoulders and turns around with the intent of running and slamming Jesse face first into the top turnbuckle. He begins to charge but Jesse wiggles out and pushes Jordan into the corner hitting sternum first. That knocks the wind out of Jordan's sails but Jesse is on the mat holding his back still in pain from the beating. Jesse wills himself up onto his feet as Jordan comes charging but Jesse buys himself more time by performing a successful drop toe hold slamming Jordan's face into the mat.

Caelan Tyler: Veteran move there by Jesse Williams, taking the big man off his feet.

Jake Steel: Aww, don't slow the pace guys!

It isn't over by a long shot. Jesse Williams crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. Meanwhile Jordan Brock is successfully standing himself up the two attacks having done damage but not enough to keep him down. He sees Jesse Williams pulling himself up and charges. Jesse catches him in the corner of his eye and drops back down pulling the top rope with him sending Jordan Brock hurdling over it his back hitting the edge of the outer apron. Jordan's back is now also hurt. The crowd stirs believing they will see something high flying this time. Jesse pushes himself up on his feet as Jordan is slowly rising outside. Jesse takes a chance as he charges through the ropes, launching himself like a missile at Brock! He comes crashing down into Brock knocking him over but unfortunately doing some damage to himself as well. They are both down on the outside as the crowd gives credit where credit is due to the OWFer. The Ref begins the count. At Five Jesse Williams is able to pull himself up and get back into the ring. At Seven Jordan Brock has made it to the outer apron but Jesse Williams has no intentions to let him back in yet as he charges and hits him with a baseball slide sending him sprawling back.

Caelan Tyler: An amazing display being put on by Jesse, who despite back pain and the knee problems is keeping a fast pace here, not letting the pain get to him. It's crazy.

Jake Steel: I suppose when you get shot out of a cannon enough times you get used to hitting your head.

Jesse Williams is now on the outer apron waiting for Jordan Brock to get back up. The Ref is warning Jesse they need to both get back in the ring but he isn't listening. Jordan is up and Jordan launches himself off the apron landing on top of Jordan and attempts to hurricanrana him down. Jordan does not go though and he now has him in a powerbomb position... positioning to powerbomb him onto the outer apron. Jesse Williams begins to panic and throw punches down on Jordan in hopes of avoiding this. Jordan gives up and pushes Jesse Williams off of him causing Jesse to flip in the air and land on his feet... as soon as he lands his knee buckles, causing him to wobble before he's met with a vicious big boot that sends him stumbling back into the outer apron back first. Jesse Williams slumps down to the outside mat after this as Jordan Brock walks over and grabs Jesse Williams, throwing him back inside the ring with a smile of confidence on his face. He slides in the ring and covers Jesse Williams.

1...

2...

SHOULDER UP!

Caelan Tyler: Jesse just won't say die here tonight folks!

The match is no where near over at this moment. Jordan Brock begins to pick up Jesse Williams... who begins to throw forearms to fight back. He's nail some good forearms and he just keeps coming with them. Left forearm... Right forearm... Left Forearm... Right forearm. STANDING DROPKICK and he has Jordan Brock wobbling. Jesse Williams runs to the ropes behind Jordan and jumps to the top rope, leaping off of it and nailing Jordan with a massive bulldog! Jesse Williams rolls him over and goes for the pin attempt.

1...

2...

SHOULDER UP BY JORDAN!

Jesse Williams gets up and quickly goes to the outside. No more of this slow deliberate stuff... Jesse's coming in hot and fast. He's on the outside apron he springboards to the top rope and leaps off with a springboard leg drop! Jesse Williams goes for the cover.

1...

2...

SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

Caelan Tyler: Flurry of offense by Williams just not keeping Brock down.

Jake Steel: Needs more abuse~!

Jesse Williams isn't done yet though he grabs Jordan Brock and pulls him up in a sitting position. He then kicks him in the back hard one causing Jordan to react and bring himself to one knee. Jesse Williams springs off the ropes comes off of them and hits a SHINING WIZARD! Jesse Williams goes for another pin attempt once again.

1...

2...

BROCK GETS IT UP AGAIN!

Jesse Williams quick fire pin attempts aren't working but they might be possibly wearing him down. Jesse Williams is feeling it he grabs Jordan Brock by a leg and arm and does his best to pull him up close to one of the corners signaling for the Laid to Waste! The adrenaline has worn off though and his back and knee pain from earlier attacks seems to return as he drops down to one knee before he begins his climb. He rolls under the bottom rope and pulls himself up on the outer apron. He begins to slowly climb to the top but unfortunately Jordan Brock seems to have collect himself as he quickly brings himself to his feet and hits Jesse Williams in the face causing him to crotch himself on the top rope.

Caelan Tyler: Ouch!

Jake Steel: He'll be feeling that in the morning!

Jordan Brock climbs to the top rope and brings Jesse Williams up to his feet. He has him set up... for a top rope belly to belly suplex but Jesse isn't going without a fight. He head butts Jordan... he forearms him... another head butt... another forearm. And another forearm. Jordan Brock is wobbling... Jesse Williams pushes him off the top rope and down he goes! He lands in place for the Swanton! Jesse Williams launches himself AND HITS THE LAID TO WASTE! He sits up his face showing pain as it goes up and down his back. He lies back leaning on top of Jordan for the pin.

One...

Two...

Three!!!

Zach King: Here is your winner... JESSE WILLIAMS!

Caelan Tyler: Good effort by the debuting Jordan Brock, but Jesse was just too much for him tonight.

Jake Steel: Haha! Josh Allen is gonna be pissed!

Caelan Tyler: Perhaps but... Wait, I've just gotten word that Jack Sullivan has announced that everyone who's lost a match here tonight will NOT be appearing on Turbulence as punishment!

Jake Steel: What?!

Caelan Tyler: No Draco! No Jackson! This is huge!

The scene cuts backstage, to where Plague stands over Jason Spire. Plague lights a cigarette, taking a long drag, taking a great deal of care to ash it on Spire's motionless body. Spire eventually starts to stir, groaning and moaning as he does.

Plague: Wakey wakey, you huge sack of monkey shit...

Jason Spire: What the...who did this...and why the fuck does my head hurt...

His eyes eventually fall on Plague, casually sitting in front of him, smoking a cigarette. Plague grins at him, as Spire tries to get loose of the handcuffs that attach him to the steel pipe behind his head.

Plague: Sleep well?

Jason Spire: When I get out of this...

Plague: Save your breath. You'll get out when I let you out. Now, I have a match to get to here in a few minutes. So I'll make this brief...

Jason Spire: Great...I hate suspense.

Plague: As you may or may not know...we're in a title match this PPV. So this is my chance to even the playing field a little. You're a lot bigger then me..so I'm looking to...uh...cut you down to size, to coin the popular phrase.

Plague reaches into a green duffel bag and pulls out a wooden baseball bat. He braces one foot onto Spire's shin bone and sends the bat smashing down onto his ankle until a satisfying crack is heard throughout the room. He switches over the other ankle and sends the bat down again and again. Spire grunts with pain.

Plague: See...I was thinking about the knees...but that just wouldn't have been very sporting now would it?

He swings the bat around and throws it over his shoulder...before smashing it down onto Spire's forehead rendering him unconscious. He begins to whistle before walking out of the door, leaving Spire unconscious and broken.

Caelan Tyler: Did he just break Jason Spire's ankle?

Jake Steel: Dunno, sounded like it though.

Caelan Tyler: That could have huge implications for Turbulence!

'Diamonds from Sierra Leone' by Kanye West begins to play softly as gold sparks begin to shimmer down at the entry way.

The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. 'BlackJack' flashes between each shot.

Just then, the song cuts out and the lights do as well, leaving everyone in darkness. The music comes back in, blaring over the speakers as Greg Jackson comes out on to the ramp. The fan response is mixed as Greg Jackson makes his way to the ring, microphone in hand. He quickly slides into the ring, waiting for the crowd and music to die down before speaking.

Greg Jackson: Surprised to see me? Shouldn't be. Seems like OWF and NLW are gettin' pretty familiar with each other these days. And as I see all these guys crossing over from OWF to NLW, I think to myself, 'These people are getting the wrong impression of what OWF is all about.' And when I see JC, better known as Joe Cool, come out and challenge for the Legacy Title, I'd seen enough! Someone has to come out to make the OWF look good and pick up Joey's slack, cause that guy's just BRUTAL!

Enough about Joey boy though... see, I got my eye on one of your belts too. That means I got my eye on one of your diet superstars! I'm talking about the high-flyingest...

Risk-takingest...

Showstoppingest superstar in NLW today! And if Jin Royale's game, he'll put that Anarchy X title on the line against the BlackJack! You're alright Jin, but Mr. Jackson's OWF, and you can't beat the real thing!

'Through The Fire and Flame' hits, and the crowd erupts as Jin Royale appears on the stage, the Anarchy X title slung over his shoulder and a pair of his trademark sunglasses adorning his face as he walks down to the ring. Greg watches him as he enters the ring, producing a microphone of his own.

Jin Royale: If I'm game? Did you just ask The WHOOOOOOOLE Freakin' Show if he's game?!

The crowd erupts in cheers as these two men stare each other down.

Jin Royale: You know what Greg, I've heard a lot about you, and you sound like a cool guy, but this is business, so yes, I am game... but I get to name the game.

Greg Jackson thinks about it for a moment before responding.

Greg Jackson: You're on.

Jin Royale: Alright then, at Turbulence it will be Mr. Showtime Jin Royale against the BlackJack Greg Jackson for the Anarchy X Championship in a... AGGRO CRAG MATCH!

The crowd erupts again as Greg looks at Jin in disbelief before shaking his head in agreement.

Greg Jackson: I'm down with that.

Just then, 'Cold as Ice' by M.O.P. begins to play over the loud speaker and both Jin Royale and Greg Jackson look up the entrance ramp as The Ice Man slides into the ring behind them, chair in hand. The music stops and Jin and Greg Jackson turn back towards each other, a confused look on both of their faces until the cold steel slams down on Greg Jackson's head. Jin jumps back and puts both of his hands up, backing away from The Ice Man. Ice drops the chair and extends a hand towards Jin, saying a few inaudible words as he does. Jin drops his hands and slowly reaches forward until his hand finally meets The Ice Man's. They shake hands and a look of relief washes over Jin's face. Suddenly The Ice Man pulls hard on Jin's hand, bringing him in close and lifting him onto his shoulders. The Ice Man looks around for a moment as the crowd begins booing and then spins Jin around, dropping Jin Royale onto his head with the Ice Pick. Ice stands up and calls for a
microphone, which is promptly thrown to him.

The Ice Man: Sorry Jin, but the Anarchy X championship is mine. I don't care what either one of you has to say about it either, cause I never lost the title. But hey, thanks for keeping it nice and shiny for me.

The Ice Man drops the mic as he sees Greg Jackson getting back to his feet. Ice throws him into the ropes and waits for him to come back, hitting him with a clothesline from hell. The Ice Man stands back up and begins laying boots into both men as security shows up, quickly dragging him from the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like The Ice Man wants in that match as well, but that's a lot more violent than we've seen him here in NLW.

Jake Steel: He's finally getting it!

Caelan Tyler: What I don't get is that match stipulation. Aggro Crag?

Jake Steel: Sure, like that show GUTS.

Caelan Tyler: ...Seriously?

Fade in to a digital football field. Snow covers the ground so completely that you cannot even tell where the yard markers are. A time-out has just been called by the visiting team, the Borealis, as we join the game in progress. The home team Minnesota Reapers lead by five with time for only one more play from scrimmage. A male voice echoes in from the screen, sounding awfully familiar.

Voice: You expect to complete a 73-yard pass with two seconds left in the game, in this weather? You really ARE the King of Choke!

There is no reply as the ball is snapped. All hell breaks loose on the line of scrimmage as three defenders try to break through the offensive line. To the right, the cornerback is blitzing.

:01

Looking downfield, three deep receivers are being covered tightly. Wait...there, across the middle. Halfback cutting in, wide open. The quarterback launches the ball a split-second before the defensive back knocks the helmet from the QB's head with a diving tackle.

:00

The halfback catches the ball and cuts upfield, as the defenders break off their coverage to stop this last ditch effort. The first comes in from the left, and gets stiff-armed to the ground. The second is taken care of in the same way. The third comes in, and time seems to slow down as the halfback jukes out of the way. The camera zooms through the skin of the defender, and we see the patella come off of the rest of the knee joint as the sound of bones snapping plays in the background.

Suddenly the view goes back to the field, as the halfback now has an open field to dash the remaining 25 yards in for the touchdown. A cry of despair comes from the screen as the final score appears:

Aurora Borealis: 41
Minnesota Reapers: 40

The feed then cuts to the person playing the game on this end, who has a smile running across his face.

The Phoenix: All the insults in the world won't help you to win at any cost.

The screen fades to the Blitz: The League II logo, before going back to ringside.

Jake Steel: What the hell are they showing that for? That was a cheap-ass play and Phoenix should never have made that pass! Besides, who the hell puts their team in Aurora, wherever the hell that is, and names them the Borealis?

Caelan Tyler: You mean Jake Steel got owned? HA!

Jake Steel: BAH! That's a stupid game anyways!

Caelan Tyler: Suuuuuuure.

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: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is the Gold Rush tournament final! Making his way to the ring first, from parts unknown... Weighing in at 280 pounds... He is one half of the NLW Tag Team Champions... TALON!

Caelan Tyler: It's been an eventful trip to the finals for Talon, who bested Harvey Danger, Kevin Heat and Draco to advance to this point.

Jake Steel: With Abuse aplenty to get there!

Caelan Tyler: It should be interesting to see how he-- Wait, what's going on?

Jake Steel: Okay... shit's breaking down outside in the parking lot I'm told we got a cam--

It breaks away to the parking lot where we see the body of The Jackrabbit tumble into view. He tries to get up but C.W Buford runs into view and gives him a hard kick in the stomach causing him to lift a little bit in the air and roll around on the ground. C.W Buford is yelling 'GET UP BOY' as he kicks him more and more. C.W Buford bends down and picks up The Jackrabbit and holds him up...

C.W Buford: HURRY YOUR ASS UP AND DO IT T.W!

T.W Haywood comes into view with a empty glass moonshine jar and smashes it over Jackrabbit's head causing glass to fly everywhere and Jackrabbit to slump to the ground. T.W gives out a rebel yell as C.W Buford slaps him on the shoulder yelling 'we ain't done yet' they both bend down and pick up Jackrabbit who has blood trickling from his forehead. They both grab him and charge toward the nearest car and throw him HEAD FIRST INTO THE DRIVER SIDE DOOR! The car is dented as Jackrabbit is barely moving on the ground covering himself up in vain as T.W Haywood is stomping him a few more times as C.W Buford stands there and laugh. C.W's eyes widen as if a great idea has entered his head. He grabs T.W by the shoulder...

C.W Buford: HEY T.W! LET SEE IF WE CAN SPLIT HIM OPEN LIKE A FINE SEASONED WATER MELON!!!

T.W has a confused look on his face at first but then he seems to get it as he nods and gives him the 'okay' hand gesture. T.W Haywood bends down and picks Jackrabbit up as C.W climbs on top of the car hood. T.W Haywood scoops Jackrabbit up in the TOMBSTONE POSITION! He pauses for a moment as he sets himself up close to the car and C.W Buford jumps off the car HITTING A SPIKED TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER OUTSIDE IN THE PARKING LOT! Jackrabbit's head smacks the pavement with a loud thud and he crashes down his body actually giving out a small spasm as C.W Buford and T.W Haywood both yet out yells and give each other a hard handshake for a job well done. Jackrabbit's spasm ends and he just stops moving all together as C.W Buford looks down at him... his joyous face disappearing to a grim frown.

C.W Buford: Um, T.W... we should take a lesson from his head and split.

C.W Buford walks off but T.W Haywood doesn't follow right away. He walks over to Jackrabbit, who is not moving at all and his head is completely busted open... A pool of blood forming on the pavement. T.W Haywood leans over and spits a wad of tobacco on Jackrabbit's face before walking off. The Cameraman sets his camera down... but in a way that it is still filming Jackrabbit and runs to check on him. He bends down and lifts Jackrabbit's head... places his head over his head trying to stop the bleeding.

Cameraman: JACKRABBIT? CAN YOU HEAR ME! HELP? SOMEONE!!! WE NEED MEDICAL STAT! JACKRABBIT? JACKRABBIT? HELP IS COMING! WE NEED SOME GOD DAMN HELP OVER HERE!

Caelan Tyler: Good lord!

Jake Steel: WHOO! I love SoCo!

Caelan Tyler: This can't possibly be good for Talon's mental state going into this match...

Talon seethes as he stares at the jumbotron, when suddenly '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.

Caelan Tyler: Josh Allen's path to the finals here was even longer than Talon's, as he had to go through Joey Vasco, Triple M, Jason Stone and Jin Royale to advance to this point.

Jake Steel: The fluke wins end here Cael, Talon is going to make mincemeat out of Allen.

Caelan Tyler: Keep dreaming.
Talon is still distracted by the scene backstage at this point, something Allen quickly capitalizes on by dropkicking Talon, knocking him chest-first into one of the turnbuckles. Talon quickly turns around, and Allen unleashes a vicious chop across the chest, with the crowd giving out a loud 'WOO!' as Allen connects. Allen then quickly whips Talon, who charges across the ring and bounces off of the ropes before coming back, picking up steam along the way. Much to Talon's chagrin, this extra head of steam does him no favors as Allen quickly nails him with a drop toe hold, making the big man eat canvas. Wasting no time, Allen quickly switches his position on the mat, clamping down on a front facelock on the Tag Team champion.

Caelan Tyler: Allen is quick to capitalize on the distraction Southern Comfort provided with their attack on The Jackrabbit.

Jake Steel: That was some well-deserved abuse after that horrible display JR put on during his match with Nirvana.

Caelan Tyler: What do you mean?

Jake Steel: Dude, you don't go around giving people a purple nurple. It's just not right.

Caelan Tyler: He won the match, didn't he?

Jake Steel: At the cost of his dignity.

Even with the front facelock in place Talon's power comes into play as he manages to struggle to his feet, dragging Allen up with him. Allen keeps the hold in place, trying to cut off his opponent's air supply as Talon swings wildly, hoping to hit Allen. One such swing does slam into Allen's side, and the smaller competitor visibly winces in pain from the blow before he decides enough is enough and knees Talon in the gut before delivering a DDT. The move stops Talon cold, and Allen is able to catch himself a quick breather while the fans jeer him.

Caelan Tyler: Fans not liking JA's offense one bit, but it's doing a great job of keeping Talon off-balance.

Jake Steel: Well yeah, because he knows the second Talon gets his hands on Allen he's gonna murderize him.

Caelan Tyler: Somehow I don't think Allen is going to get 'murderized'.

Jake Steel: Sheesh, such an incorrigible suck-up.

Caelan Tyler: Pot meet kettle.

Jake Steel: Huh?

Caelan Tyler: Nothing Jake...

Allen quickly drops an elbow across the chest of the prone Talon, taunting the crowd some before making the cover:

1...

Not even close, as Talon throws Allen off of him with a military press. Allen slaps the mat in frustration before getting up, stalking Talon as Talon slowly rises to his feet. Once Talon is up Allen goes for a dropkick, but Talon is able to side step, sending Allen to the mat. Allen swiftly gets back to his feet, only to be blasted by a lariat from Talon! The fans cheer as Talon taunts Allen, who stands up slowly, only to be again leveled by a lariat! Allen pops up again, and this time Talon grabs him and drills him with a spinebuster, hooking the leg after the impact:

1...

2...

No, Allen's got his shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: After a slow start to this match Talon seems to have sprung to life with that quick assault on Josh Allen.

Jake Steel: Told you! Your boy is about to be road kill.

Caelan Tyler: Don't count Josh out yet.

Jake Steel: Why not? This isn't counting my chickens before they hatch, this is Talon, and Allen is D-O-N-E done done DONE.

While Jake's reports of his demise might be exaggerated, Allen certainly isn't feeling all that great as Talon pulls him up, whipping him into the corner before charging towards it himself. Allen thinks quickly, leaping through the ropes to the outside as Talon barrels through, slamming his shoulder into the steel ring post. Allen quickly seizes the opportunity, jumping onto the apron and driving his fist into the shoulder that impacted the cold steel. The referee yells at Josh Allen to break it up, which he does, taunting the fans in the process.

Caelan Tyler: Costly error by Talon there.

Jake Steel: Josh Allen deserves the jeers from the crowd. BOO! Roll over and die already!

Caelan Tyler: Josh isn't going to quit till he's champ Jake.

Jake Steel: Then if he somehow manages to get past Talon he's going to need to pry that belt from Aph's cold dead hands, because she's not going to give it up any other way.

Caelan Tyler: I think Josh could take her.

Jake Steel: Only in your little fantasy world she could Cael.

Climbing back into the ring, Allen pulls Talon away from the ring post, seating him on the mat against the turnbuckle as he begins to stomp on the Tag champ's shoulder. The referee continues to chastise Allen, who shrugs it off as he pulls Talon out of the corner, hooking him and delivering an implant DDT! Allen smirks as he rolls Talon over for the pin attempt:

1...

2...

Thr-- No, Talon kicks out at the last moment! Allen fumes as a 'Talon' chant starts up in the arena.

Caelan Tyler: Allen's attempt to end the match here falls short, as Talon is able to kick out.

Jake Steel: Of course, it took a superhuman effort of someone like Jackson to beat him last time Talon lost, do you really think Josh Allen has what it takes to get the job done here? I don't think so.

Caelan Tyler: I don't know, Allen's beaten the likes of Jin Royale, Killa Kali, Jack Sullivan...

Jake Steel: Totally not listening, all flukes, every last one.

Allen drags Talon up slowly, but with his good arm Talon delivers a shot to Allen's midsection. Allen pauses for a moment, and Talon again rifles off another shot. Talon goes for a third, but a quick rake of the eyes stops Talon from connecting. Allen then quickly slaps on a side headlock to continue wearing Talon down. Talon shifts himself, wrapping his good arm around Allen's midsection and lifting him up before slamming him to the mat with a back suplex. Allen clutches at his back as Talon rolls onto his stomach, trying to catch his breath and ignore the pain in his shoulder.

Caelan Tyler: Desperation counter by Talon there, hoping it'll buy him some time to catch his breath and get back into this match.

Jake Steel: It'll all be down hill from here for Allen, he needed to keep Talon from catching his breath, and he just failed at that.

Caelan Tyler: Allen is a world-class competitor, I doubt one move is going to completely turn the tide in this match.

Jake Steel: Oh ye of little faith in Talon. He's going to completely wreck Allen's shit now with a healthy dose of ABUSE~!

Caelan Tyler: *Sigh*

The chants for Talon start back up as Talon slowly gets to his feet, still favoring his shoulder as Allen gets up as well. Talon quickly goes on the offensive, unleashing a barrage of rights before leveling Allen with a discus punch. Josh gets back to his feet, and Talon bounces off the ropes, dropping him with a big boot. Talon yells to the crowd, who cheer him on as he rubs his shoulder a bit before wrapping his good arm around Allen's throat. Josh struggles a bit, but Talon is too strong as he lifts up the smaller man and chokeslams him to the mat. Talon then quickly goes for the cover:

1...

2...

No, shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Big chokeslam by Talon, who seems to be fighting through the shoulder pain rather well.

Jake Steel: That was dumb of Allen, he should've stayed his ass down, would've spared him some more pain from the massive beating he's enduring here.

Caelan Tyler: JA knows exactly what he's doing, I don't think his strategy is the least bit dumb.

Jake Steel: What strategy is that, getting tossed around like a rag doll?

Caelan Tyler: Um...

Jake Steel: Thought so. Hey JA, you're doing it right!

Undaunted, Talon hauls Allen to his feet, lifting him up and running across the ring before connecting with a massive powerslam! The ring shakes with the impact from the move as Talon calls for Allen to get back to his feet. Allen does so, and Talon quickly whips him into the ropes. Allen comes back, but he telegraphs the back body drop, instead kicking Talon in the ribs before leaping over with a sunset flip, holding on for the pin:

1...

2...

No, Talon gets the shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Allen went for the same tactic Draco used to beat The Jackrabbit, but Talon wasn't fooled by it.

Jake Steel: Going to need a lot more abuse than something like that to put Talon down, that's for damn sure.

Both men get to their feet, with Allen using the corner to support himself as the referee checks on him. Talon, looking to get back his momentum, charges the corner. Allen quickly grabs the referee, and Talon sandwiches both the ref and Allen into the corner with a vertical splash! The referee stumbles a bit before falling to the mat as Allen stumbles out of the corner before he drops to his knees, dazed. Talon doesn't waste any time capitalizing, nailing Allen with his Bloody Talons Axe Kick! With the crowd solidly behind him, Talon starts to climb to the top turnbuckle, looking to end the match.

Caelan Tyler: The referee is down, and now Talon is looking for his Death From Above finisher to put an end to this match and move onto Turbulence!

Jake Steel: WHOO! Get it done Tal!

Caelan Tyler: Wait, what the?! What's Jack Sullivan doing out here?!

Sure enough, Jack Sullivan comes charging down the entrance ramp, steel chair in hand as Talon positions himself on the top turnbuckle. He quickly jumps onto the apron, slamming the chair into Talon's back and sending the tag champ tumbling down to the mat. Inside the ring, Allen shakes the cobwebs while getting up as Jack steps into the ring. Talon quickly pulls himself up from the mat, but Allen quickly nails him with a low blow, stunning the big man as Allen quickly hooks him for the Touch of Reality! Allen drills Talon with the move, going for a pin. The referee is still down, so Jack Sullivan himself makes the count:

1...

2...

3!

Jack quickly calls for the bell and exits as Josh Allen stands up, grinning with his arm raised in the air.

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

Jake Steel: What the hell? Jack Sullivan just flat out screwed Talon!

Caelan Tyler: Woo! That's my man, right there! I knew it, Jake. Josh promised it, Jack Sullivan bet on it, and it has come true. Josh Allen will now go one-on-one with NLW World Champion Aph---

Jake Steel: Yeah yeah, we get it. You say that so... sexually.

Josh rolls under the ring rope, leaving Talon lying on the mat. He takes a breather and puts his arm around a camera man, tugging him up the aisle.

Jake Steel: Where the hell is he going with our camera man? He's paid by the hour, Josh! Jack doesn't like overtime!

Another camera follows Josh and the camera man through the backstage. Other wrestlers on their way out of the arena give him odd looks, but Josh just barges along. He yanks a paper bag off a table and keeps walking until he reaches an exit. Outside, the darkness envelopes the camera man and Josh.

Jake Steel: He's gonna go make out with that camera man! What a flirt!

Caelan Tyler: I highly doubt that, Jake. But I do wonder what's up.

Josh finally stops off of the pavement and tells the camera man to do his job. A bright light comes on, illuminating the ground where a giant hole has been dug. Josh turns to the camera.

Josh Allen: Aphrodisia Jordan, this message is for you and everyone else. I battled a laundry list of competitors, and the fans booed me. I proved my fucking worth in this fed, and the fans booed me. Society has pranced around the backstage like they own the place, but Aph, if you haven't noticed, no one cares. After the pay per view, there's going to be some new dogs in town.

Josh reaches into the bag and pulls out a Society T-shirt. He spits on it and drops it into the hole.

Josh Allen: You assholes are done, Aph. That title will soon belong to me, to the new pack of dogs that WILL own this place.

Josh uses a shovel stuck in a pile of dirt to throw the brown mixture over the Society shirt. He shovels for several seconds, and then tosses the shovel away. He moves around to the camera.

Josh Allen: Goodbye, Society. You served NLW dishonorably, and your history will be forever forgotten.

Inside, fans continue to boo for Allen, though they didn't particularly like Society, either. Josh laughs and grabs hold of the camera, sticking his face right up to the lense.

Caelan Tyler: Josh has sort of ceremoniously buried Society!

Jake Steel: Moron. Stupid idea. Stupid, stupid, stupid. And the fans still aren't pleased with him.

Josh Allen: Oh, the fans want to have a say? Too bad. Fuck you. That's right. Fuck the-----

Josh bashes the camera on the ground and the screen goes to static.