'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, and the scene flashes back to last Uprising, where Ethan Dashery captured a contract for a match over Jesse Williams, The Phoenix (Disguised as Fahrenheit Red) rolled up Ray Lopes for a victory, Draco defeated Angel in a lumberjill match, and in the main event High Impact captured the Magnet Beam in the Hidden Temple! The scene cuts to ringside, with Caelan Tyler and 'The Real Deal' Jake Steel .

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome! It's that time once again!

Jake Steel: What time?

Caelan Tyler: Uprising time!

Jake Steel: ...LAME~!

Caelan Tyler: Almost as lame as the match you booked for tonight, right?

Jake Steel: What, no! That match will be awesome~!

Caelan Tyler: Tilde and all?

Jake Steel: Damn skippy.

Caelan Tyler: Well I'm hoping The Phoenix and Ethan Dashery somehow find a way to make it watchable.

Jake Steel: Bah, no faith.

The match surprisingly starts off with Eddie in control, keeping Jesse off-balance with his unorthodox style. Jesse fights back with a half-nelson suplex and an exploder, eventually hitting the J-Dubz Driver I and the Laid to Waste to get the pin.

Caelan Tyler: Well, Jesse made short work of Eddie here. I would've expected more of a fight.

Jake Steel: Jesse's driven man. He wants the NLW Championship back and he won't stop at anything to get it.

Caelan Tyler: You think losing out on that contract last Uprising had anything to do with it?

Jake Steel: Of course, he wanted to be in the match booked by me!

Caelan Tyler: ...Okay, maybe it didn't have anything to do with it.

Jake Steel: Bah!

After a brief fade to black, we fade in on what looks to be a sold-out arena. The fans are all cheering as NLW's resident ring announcer, Zach King, stands in the center of the ring. The lights go out, as an air raid siren goes off in the arena. The unmistakable sounds of Disturbed's 'Indestructible' hits the speakers, and everything seems fine as 'The Hellacious One' Draco walks onto the stage and then down the ramp. As he gets halfway down, though, the guitar seems to hit a string of bad notes, and the vocalist starts to cough. The drummer decides to go into a long solo, while the bassist just simply stops playing. Annoyed, Draco looks back to the entrance ramp. The camera follows, showing us a quartet of random people with instruments in their hands. The camera cuts back to Draco, showing a look of anger on his face as he charges up the ramp, forcing the men to drop their instruments of choice and go running.

Voice-over: Not everyone is cut out to play entrance music live at an NLW event. But now, you can from the comfort of your living room!

Quick transition fade to a television showing gameplay looking eerily similar to Rock Band, while 'Indestructible' continues to play in the background. The camera shifts to show the same four guys, each holding one of the instruments that come with the game series.

Voice-over: Releasing just in time for the holidays this year, now you can play your favorite NLW entrance themes in the all-new Rock Band: NLW Live! Featuring the same gameplay that has made fans out of millions of people the world over, now you can rock out to the classic tunes that NLW fans have come to know and love! Including: 'Indestructible,' 'What It Is To Burn,' 'Numb,' 'Country Boy Can Survive,' 'Close Friends,' 'Burn It Down,' 'Riot,' 'The Instinct,' 'Game On,' and many more!

As the song finishes, the sound of a bell rings, and the drummer is immediately lambasted by a clothesline as Draco charges in. The rest of the band scatters as Draco quickly applies When All Else Fails to the hapless victim. Amidst this scene, the voice over continues.

Voice-over: Game is not compatible with Rock Band, Rock Band 2, or The Beatles: Rock Band. Game not available in stores. Please play responsibly.

Caelan Tyler: NLW Rock Band? That sounds awesome!

Jake Steel: You know I'm a Rock Band expert. I can beat every song on expert.

Caelan Tyler: Sure Jake...

Jake Steel: Totally!

Drake attacks Ray as soon as he slides into the ring, trying to get the early advantage. Drake maintains it with a couple of arm drags and shoulder blocks. Lopes battles back with a belly to belly suplex before locking Drake into a camel clutch. Unable to get Drake to submit to the clutch, Ray picks him up and hits a brainbuster, getting the near-fall. Ray then sets him up for a powerbomb, but Drake is able to counter with an inside cradle that Ray barely escapes from! Drake follows that up with his 'Killer' kicks to Ray's torso before calling for The Darkness. He gets Ray into position for it, but Ray manages to shove Drake and then hit the Boxcutter for the three count!

Caelan Tyler: Just like that Ray's gotten himself back on the winning track.

Jake Steel: After losing two shows in a row by being caught off-guard it was nice to see Lopes avoid being caught a third time. Only a matter of time before he gets back into the title mix, I can guarantee you that.

Caelan Tyler: I'm inclined to agree with you there Jake.

Jake Steel: Guy like that, can't keep him down for long.

Caelan Tyler: Not at all.

The camera cuts to the back where The Phoenix sits behind his desk, a large smile on his face. He opens a small box in front of him and turns it around towards the camera revealing several nice cigars. A hand reaches out and plucks one from its cradle. The Phoenix closes the box and slides it off to the side. The sound of a cigar cutter can be heard in the background, followed by that of a Zippo. A few seconds later a cloud of smoke rises from behind the camera and The Phoenix begins to talk.

The Phoenix: I still can't believe you are here. That phone call was a last ditch effort. I was sure the end result would be another dead end, but sure enough here you are, in the flesh.

Once again a hand reaches out to the desk, this time retrieving a small rocks glass, half full of liquor.

The Phoenix: Since we are a bit low on time here, I'll cut to the chase. I want you out there with me tonight. You know, to make sure no funny business goes down--and with Jake Steel calling the shots, it's going to be as funny as a three-dollar bill. Now, I know that you are against the idea, but I took the liberty of having this drawn up for you. I wanted to be certain that I had all of the bases covered.

The Phoenix pulls open the top drawer of his desk and reaches in, pulling out a small packet of papers that he then slides across the desk. After putting the drink down the person on the other side of the desk picks up the papers. On the top is one word in big bold letters: 'Contract.'

The Phoenix: I called our legal department, it's a carbon copy of your last contract with one clause changed: if you feel the need to walk away, to get out of the ring before the same thing comes over you again, there's an out for that. I wanted to be dead certain that the escape clause was put in; anything to make this go smoother. (sighs) Things have changed since the last time we were in the same room. But right now, I'm not the only one who needs you, my friend. This company needs you. You're holding the key to your future in your hands right now. You can run if it comes down to it...but the man I know wouldn't resort to that. So the decision is back to you. What's it going to be?

There is a pause, as the unknown figure's hand wavers between the liquor glass and the pen sitting nearby. There's a sigh heard off-camera before the hand picks up the pen and pulls the contract off-screen. A few moments later, only the pen is seen falling to the desk. There is some rustling of paper, but the contract doesn't appear back on screen.

The Phoenix: Of course, take your time to think it over. But are we still a go for later tonight?

There is a pause, and then the camera shakes, as if it is a head nodding in agreement.

The Phoenix: Glad to hear that. Just sit back, relax for a bit. I just need to finish getting ready.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix has already brought in JC and signed him to a contract, who in the world is he talking to now?

Jake Steel: I don't know, Cael, but he better not be trying to weasel his way out of the ass-kicking he's going to be receiving tonight!

Caelan Tyler: Jake, I know Phoenix. He isn't going to run from this. I can assure you that.

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

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

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

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

Zach King: The following match is schedule for one fall! Introducing first... From Seattle, Washington... Weighing in at 166 pounds... ROXY ERIKSON!

Caelan Tyler: Roxy's got her work cut out for her tonight, Jake. Even with her experience, I do not like her chances.

Jake Steel: Please, Cael, Roxy's a bona fide psycho bitch. She'll find a way to manage.

The lights go dark, and a red spotlight shines on the stage.

I smell of death
I reek of hate
I will live forever!

'Bloodline' by Slayer blares on the speakers. Out from the back comes from JC, wearing a robe resembling that of a monk or a priest.

I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life...

His eyes are focused on the ground, paying no attention to anyone in the crowd or his surroundings.

Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth

He slides into the ring, discarding the robe as he waits for his opponent to make his entrance.

Zach King:And her opponent... From Jersey City, New Jersey... Weighing in at 255 pounds... JC!

Caelan Tyler: Since coming to NLW, JC has been on a tear, showing that he wants to be in contention for the vacated NLW Championship.

Jake Steel: Yeah, but he still uses that boring technical crap, Cael. There's a reason no one in recent memory has been a so-called technical wrestler and has held the NLW Championship.

Before the bell even sounds, Roxy is sprinting across the ring, going right for the eyes of the much larger JC. The OWF Tears champion isn't quite ready for this, and suffers a couple of rakes to the eyes as the bell sounds to officially start the match. With JC staggered, Roxy goes right for the knees, looking to take the strength and size advantage away from JC. It's going to take more than a few kicks to the back of the knee for this to work, and Erikson realizes this as she heads to the ropes for some sort of attack. On the rebound, JC tries to counter with an early Big Boot of Death, but Roxy slides underneath and takes out the other leg. JC nearly lands in a full split before twisting mid-fall to land on his side. Roxy is quick to assume a mount position, fists flying for a few moments before JC shoves her off of him.

Caelan Tyler: Smart tactics here by Roxy, even if they are a bit underhanded. Sneak attacks, hit-and-run assaults, anything to keep away from the power game of JC.

Jake Steel: Hey, if the ref doesn't DQ you, it's all good!

JC gets to all fours, trying to leverage his way to a vertical base. Roxy is having none of it and leaps onto JC's back, trying to rake the face with one hand while wrapping an arm around the neck and throat of the larger opponent. Her angle of attack isn't the best, though, and JC is quick to stand up and start backing into a corner. The impact is enough to jar Erikson loose from her hold, and JC turns around ready to press the attack. A right handed punch is avoided as Roxy ducks underneath and rakes the back of JC, forcing him to arch backwards in pain. She repeats this action, and a third time before the ref physically steps in and warns her to knock it off or risk a disqualification. Erikson just shrugs, flips the ref the bird, and goes low with a kick to the back of the knee to stagger JC yet again.

Caelan Tyler: Roxy not showing any respect to the ref here, and is clearly stretching the rulebook in her attacks against JC.

Jake Steel: See, Cael, that's my kind of wrestler! Get him, Roxy!

Caelan Tyler: Admit it, Jake, you just don't like JC because The Phoenix brought him into NLW.

Jake Steel: Why should I like anything that fat waste does? I bet his mother's ugly as well!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Out of desperation, she tries this again, but JC has finally had enough as he spins on impact and absolutely waffles Roxy with a left-side lariat! Roxy does a full somersault with a one-and-a-half twist before landing on the mat--

Jake Steel: And the Romanian judges give that an 8.3!

--and wincing in pain. JC wastes no motion as he locks in a rear chinlock, wrenching back on the neck as Roxy gets a foot on the ropes. The ref forces a count, and JC breaks in three after wrenching on that hold quite heavily for those extra three seconds. Roxy starts to stand, then realizes that it might not be a good idea and ducks under the bottom rope to end up on the arena floor. She turns to the front row of seats at ringside and starts talking trash with the fans as the ref begins his mandatory ten-count.

Caelan Tyler: Now this is smart by Roxy, get out of the ring and stop JC's momentum before he can capitalize further.

Jake Steel: Wait, you're condoning something considered a heel tactic?

Caelan Tyler: I'm not condoning it, I just said it was a smart move, all things considered.

Jake Steel: Man, stay away from me! You must have that swine flu, it's scrambling your brain!

At the count of three, JC has decided that he's done waiting, and comes out of the ring to go after Roxy. She sees him coming and dashes around the corner of the ring, JC giving chase. After the second corner, Roxy makes a dive for the ring apron and disappears from sight as JC turns the same corner. He stops, pulling the apron up to look underneath but finds nothing. Meanwhile, Roxy has escaped to the side of the ring to JC's left, and is coming around towards her opponent. JC drops the apron, his back to Roxy as he pounds the mat. He thus doesn't see Roxy comes in with a running forearm to the back of the head...and her momentum leads into a low blow that her body hides from the ref! JC collapses in a heap, and Roxy pulls him by the hair and the back of his tights into a sort of standing position before 'assisting' him into the ring. Before she follows in, though, she wraps both hands around his neck and uses her leverage to effect a choke on the OWF Tears champion. The ref asks for a break, and Roxy gives it at the count of four before sliding back into the ring.

Jake Steel: There you go, Roxy, whatever it takes!

Caelan Tyler: And yet people wonder why you had very little success in the ring, Jake...

Jake Steel: Please, I could take out JC without breaking a sweat. It's called a chair to the back of the head.

Caelan Tyler: ...You know, I almost hope he hears you, Jake, just to see you get yours in the end.

Now back inside the confines of the squared circle, Roxy hits a stomp to the lower abdomen, and a second before kicking the ribs of JC. Those stomps seemed to hit a bit low, but the ref makes no admonishment to Roxy; apparently they were legal blows. JC rolls onto his stomach to protect the abdomen, but takes a diving double axe handle to the small of the back for his efforts. Roxy manages to get JC over onto his back and looks for a lateral press:

1...

Tw--JC powers out of the cover attempt, and Roxy is sent flying! JC finally gets back to his feet, as Erikson does likewise. He comes in for a clothesline, but she again ducks and simply slaps the taste out of his mouth! Before he can recover, she does this a second time and then blatantly rakes the eyes, trying to blind her opponent!

Jake Steel: There you go, Roxy!

Caelan Tyler: It's a wonder the ref hasn't disqualified Erikson yet, Jake.

Jake Steel: Would you want her doing that to you?

Caelan Tyler: No, your mom does enough of that, thank you very much.

Jake Steel: ...Why you little...

Roxy seems to be in control, but the look on her face says it all when JC reaches his arms out, grabs both of her wrists, and forces them away from his face. The look on his face is murderous, and Roxy tries for a kick in desperation. He simply steps back for a brief moment before grabbing Roxy and executing a textbook overhead capture suplex! Erikson crashes hard to the mat as JC gets to his feet, methodically walking towards his opponent. Roxy tries to stand but gets an assist from JC, who then delivers a forearm to the jaw. A knee to the gut follows, and this is enough to back Roxy into the corner. An Irish whip sends Roxy across the ring at breakneck speeds, and on impact she bounces off the turnbuckle and crashes hard to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: And now Roxy has walked into the power game of JC; I do not like he chances now.

Jake Steel: Come on, Roxy, go low and get him!

JC stalks to the opposite side of the ring, pulling Roxy up by the hair and then quickly spiking her with a DDT! He then rolls her onto her back and looks for a lateral press, not hooking a leg:

1...

2...

Two and a half as Roxy is able to get a shoulder barely off the canvas. Instead of looking annoyed, JC seems to have a slight smile on his face as he immediately clamps on a side headlock, forcing all of his weight to be carried by the smaller opponent while he wrenches the head back and forth, working on the neck.

Jake Steel: Oh, Christ, this technical crap again. The universal cure for insomnia.

Caelan Tyler: Jake, you wouldn't know a headlock from an armbar. This is not the Garbage Wrestling Alliance, so just deal with it!

Jake Steel: ...Sheesh, Cael, who pissed in your Wheaties this morning?

After about a minute of this, JC finally drops the hold and gets to his feet, pulling Roxy along with him. An Irish whip follows this, and JC responds on the rebound with a vicious lariat that drops Roxy like a stone. Instead of looking for the cover, an almost manic look crosses JC's face, as he pulls Erikson to her feet again and hooks her into a vertical suplex that he holds for nearly twenty seconds before finally completing the move. Roxy seems to be in bad shape as JC makes the cover, hooking the far leg to prevent it getting to the ropes:

1...

2...

Thre--no! Somehow Roxy gets a shoulder up to stop the count!

Caelan Tyler: Now this is smart by JC--force Roxy to expend the energy and the effort to get a shoulder up against someone nearly double her size.

Jake Steel: No, Cael, he's just trying to cop a feel! Look at where his hand is!

Caelan Tyler: ...

JC doesn't give the ref a hard time about the count--instead, he seems to take some joy in the fact that the match isn't over yet as he picks Roxy up by her hair and situates her into position before connecting with a hangman's neckbreaker. Instead of going for a cover immediately, JC lines up his target before dropping a knee across the forehead of Erikson. As Erikson flops over onto her stomach to prevent a cover, JC stands and pats his right leg, signaling that the end is near for Roxy. Still moving methodically, he grabs Erikson and pulls her unceremoniously to her feet before sending her again into the ropes. Off the rebound, JC again looks for the Big Boot of Death--but again Roxy slides under the offending boot and locks in a testicular claw! JC's face echoes the pain he's feeling as the ref forces a five-count to break the illegal hold, and Roxy finally does just a split second before the five, falling to the mat as JC does likewise in fetal position.

Jake Steel: The great equalizer strikes again!

Caelan Tyler: And how is that not a DQ, ref? Come on!

The ref is getting to use his counts quite extensively tonight as he now begins the mandatory ten-count to get both wrestlers onto their feet. Both Roxy and JC begin to stir at the count of four, and at six JC is up first. He moves towards Erikson, who has gotten to both knees, and looks to drill her with a hard right hand...except Roxy strikes first with a punch to the gut, and then a second for good measure. JC doubles over, and Roxy looks for a small package, somehow managing to get JC down and over as the ref scrambles into position:

1...

2...

Thr--no, two and a half only! As Roxy gets to her feet, she turns and screams at the ref, complaining that the ref counted slow. While this argument is going on, she doesn't see JC start to stand and come towards her. Her intuition must have warned her at the last moment, however, as she sidesteps an approaching JC and his clothesline catches the ref square in the face! The ref falls down as Roxy promptly punts JC right in the family jewels!

Jake Steel: You know what this means, Cael?

Caelan Tyler: (sighs) Yes, Jake, we know.

Jake Steel: It's time for some ABUSE~!

As JC falls to the mat, Roxy immediately bails to ringside and grabs a steel chair, looking to take out her larger opponent in a way she feels would ensure her a victory when the ref finally comes around. Sliding back inside, she brings the foreign object to bear as she slams it down across the back of JC! The impact seems to set something off in her as she repeatedly hits the OWF Tears champion with the steel chair, trying to drive him through the mat. After almost a half-dozen shots, Roxy drops the chair, seeming to think that all it's going to take is just a Roxy Ride to put JC away. JC starts to stand, and Roxy comes in looking for her finisher, but JC is able to push her off of him before she can lock in the bulldog ending. Turning around, she comes back in but eats a boot to the gut. JC quickly moves into position, putting her in position and raising her up in a package piledriver over the steel chair--and drops a moment later, The Answer being given to Roxy Erikson with the assistance of a steel chair! Erikson is not moving as JC slides the chair out of the ring. The ref still seems a bit out of it, but manages to see the cover as he slowly crawls into position...

1...

2...

3!

The bell sounds as JC gets to his feet, staring down as his beaten opponent with an emotionless gaze.

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

Caelan Tyler: That wasn't nearly as clean of a match as I would've liked to have seen.

Jake Steel: Pfft, clean is boring. JC finally did what needed to be down to put that bitch down.

Caelan Tyler: I guess.

Jake Steel: It was glorious brutality!

Caelan Tyler: Right...

The camera cuts to the office of the Commissioner as he puts the final touches on his preparation. His back is to the camera, but it's easy to see that he's in his 'normal' wrestling gear tonight...apparently he left his Fahrenheit Red apparel at home.

Jake Steel: I am so looking forward to this, Cael. I get to sit at ringside and watch that fat waste get his, and I am going to love every second of it!

Caelan Tyler: I still can't believe you managed to get this pushed through, Jake.

Jake Steel: That's because the powers that be are scared of me, Cael! Remember that!

The Phoenix: Really, Jake? I thought it was because they got tired of listening to your pathetic whining.

Jake's face looks shocked as The Phoenix finally turns to face the camera, the usual look of determination clearly evident on his face.

Jake Steel: Shouldn't you be eating--

The Phoenix: Jake, do us all a favor and shut the hell up, please. I have an announcement I'd like to make before the next match starts.

The fans cheer at this, while Jake fumes silently at ringside. The Phoenix waits for a bit to let the applause die down before getting on with his business.

The Phoenix: Now, we all know that while the next match is going, I'm not in charge. We also know that I can't do anything to change the next match, because--

Jake Steel: Because it's my match and I said so!

The Phoenix: ...as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...I can't change the next match because I'm contractually not allowed to. HOWEVER, I can still book a match for a future Uprising before the main event starts, and I'm going to invoke that ability right now. In the future, we'll be having a Pure Rules match--the fans may know it as a Legacy Rules match.

Jake Steel: Oh, for the love of--are you TRYING to make me fall asleep on the job, you f--

The Phoenix: Jake, I'd think real carefully about finishing that sentence.

Jake Steel: As if I'm scared of you! You can't book yourself in a match against me; it's against the rules!

The Phoenix: Color me shocked, Jake Steel knows something besides 'your mom' jokes. But yes, Jake, you're right. I can't book myself against you, as much as I'd like to.

Jake Steel: Told you, you good-for-nothing piece of shi--

The Phoenix: That doesn't mean I can't find anyone else to do it. You see, Jake, this is what someone of your intellect would call payback being as much of a motherfucker as your dad is. At a future Uprising, in Legacy Rules, it will be the so-called 'Real Deal' Jake Steel, against...JC! And just to make things even more interesting...Jake, if you decide to get yourself counted out or disqualified, you're suspended for three months without pay.

Jake Steel: (Sputtering) But...but...what restrictions does JC have?! This isn't fair!

The Phoenix: It's incredibly unfair, Jake. Just like taking someone who isn't on the active roster and subjecting them to whatever monstrosity you have in mind. But to answer your question--none. I know JC is as big of a proponent of Legacy Rules as I am. I know he'll fight fair. You, on the other hand...well, let's just say that I'm giving you the inspiration to actually do something useful besides scream about ABUSE~ and crazy psycho bitches. You won't know when and where, but soon enough you'll be in that match.

Jake Steel: Oh, just wait, you wretched ass. You're going to rue the day you fucked with me!

The Phoenix: Is that so, Jake? Because I knew you would try some sort of hare-brained plan...I made certain to bring in some backup. No, it's not JC. I want him ready to tear you apart in the future without any provocation from me. You see, if I need someone to watch my back, I want someone that no one is expecting...someone with strong, solid ties to NLW. Maybe even, you could say...a Legend?

The backstage camera pans out, to show a rather large, intimidating figure standing beside The Phoenix, and the arena's roof nearly comes off with the ovation.

Caelan Tyler: I don't believe my eyes! That's The Ice Man! The Phoenix somehow managed to convince the NLW Hall of Famer to return for the show! This is incredible, Jake!

Jake Steel: How can he...is that even allowed?! How dare he try to ruin my main event, dammit!

Caelan Tyler: He is the Commissioner, Jake. If he says he can, he most likely can. I'm interested to see if you can actually wrestle without resorting to cheating.

Jake Steel: But...but...this ain't right, Cael...wait a minute! Ice Man isn't an active wrestler under NLW contract! He can't come to ringside!

The Phoenix: Nothing in the rulebook prohibits managers, Jake. See, Ice is coming to the ring as my manager tonight. And don't try to weasel out of this one, I have you dead to rights here. Now if you'll excuse me, I think we have a main event to run?

The backstage camera feed shuts down, leading us back to ringside and a very pissed-off Jake Steel, while Caelan Tyler is valiantly trying to hide a smirk in vain.

Caelan Tyler: I think the Commissioner just outsmarted you. Check and mate.

Jake Steel: (mutters) ...Fucking pain in the ass...

First The Phoenix and The Ice Man make their way to the ring, followed by Ethan Dashery. Before the match begins, Jake Steel gets on the microphone.

Jake Steel: Okay, despite what I'm sure will be The Phoenix's best efforts at sucking this match up, the rules are simple: I make them up as a go along! Okay get it started!

The Ice Man glares at Jake as the bell rings, with Phoenix and Dashery locking up in the ring. Phoenix quickly uses his size and strength advantage to take control, shoving Dashery into the corner before the referee tells him to back up. He does, and when Dashery charges him he uses an arm drag takedown that he tries to transition into an ankle lock to end this early, but Dashery manages to scramble out of Phoenix's grasp. Dashery then makes Phoenix eat a dropkick to the kisser before going for an armbar. As Phoenix is right by the ropes he grabs them, prompting Jake Steel to get back on the mic.

Jake Steel: No dice Phoenix. This match has no rope breaks!

Shaking his head, Phoenix manages to power to his feet, causing Dashery to release the armbar and deliver a series of European uppercuts to keep the big man off balance. Bouncing himself off of the ropes, Dashery delivers a flying forearm that takes the former Legacy and Anarchy X champion off of his feet. Dashery goes for the pin, but Phoenix kicks out at one. Undaunted, Dashery rolls out of the ring, reaching under the apron for something.

Jake Steel: Um, this match is now no disqualification!

With carte blanche for mayhem being granted, Dashery pulls out a kendo stick, blasting The Phoenix over the head with it when he reaches the ropes. Rolling back into the ring, Dashery levels Phoenix again with the weapon before going for another pin, this time getting a two count. Pulling Phoenix up, Dashery nails a DDT before taunting the crowd, which is booing him mercilessly. Climbing to the top rope, Dashery positions himself for a missile dropkick, but when he launches himself from the top rope Phoenix rolls out of the ring, causing Ethan to eat mat. Phoenix then grabs Dashery's legs, applying a boston crab. Dashery grabs the ropes, but the referee tells him those are a no go.

Jake Steel: Rope breaks count again!

The Phoenix just rolls his eyes as he is now forced to release the hold. Dragging Dashery to his feet, Phoenix delivers a fisherman's suplex, bridging it to get a two count before Dashery manages to kick out. Phoenix then delivers a front suplex, slamming Dashery chest-first to the mat. Phoenix grabs Dashery's leg, lifting it and slamming it knee-first to the mat repeatedly. He then gets the kendo stick, bringing it down across Dashery's body. Throwing the kendo stick out, Phoenix goes for a pin, but only gets a two count.

Phoenix lifts Dashery up onto his shoulders, looking to hit the Immolation when suddenly Dashery manages to shift and slides out of it, raking Phoenix's eyes when he turns around. Dashery follows this up with his shadow kick, leveling Phoenix before falling to the mat himself to catch his breath. At this point a ruckus can he heard in the crowd, and Ice Man turns to take a look, only to catch a superkick from Jesse Williams! The crowd boos as Jesse rolls into the ring, looking at both the downed Dashery and The Phoenix, contemplating how to strike. In a flash he makes his choice, lifting up Dashery and delivering a J-Dubz Driver I! He then rolls Phoenix onto Dashery and exits the ring. The referee goes to count the pin, but Phoenix pulls Dashery up at the two count, mouthing 'not like this' to Jesse, who seethes.

Jake Steel: What the hell? Who do you think you--

Jake Steel is cut off by the right hand of The Ice Man, dropping him. Jesse taunts Phoenix in the ring, not aware that Ice Man is up until he receives a massive spear for his trouble! With Jesse and Jake Steel both down, Phoenix grabs Dashery and locks in The Blaze of Glory. Caught in the middle of the ring, Dashery has no choice but to tap.

Zach King: Here is your winner... THE PHOENIX!

At this point, Jake Steel pulls himself back up, seething once he hears what Zach said.

Jake Steel: Son of a bitch! Why won't you just die already?! Didn't you get enough from Jesse Williams trying to do to you what we all hoped for? And then Ice Man, you don't--

Jake's question is never answered to his satisfaction, as in the next breath he nearly gets folded in half by a monstrous spear from the three-time Anarchy X champion. Caelan runs for his life as Ice stands up, picks up the limp body of Jake Steel and leans him over the announcer's table to the crowd's delight. A small smile crosses his face as he pulls out a small sheaf of papers from his jacket pocket. Clearly visible, even from this distance, is the one word-- 'Contract.' Slamming the papers onto the back of Jake Steel, Ice grabs a pen off the desk and proceeds to quickly sign the documents, using Jake's body as a desk of sorts. Once done, he holds the contract in the air before shoving Jake to the floor unceremoniously. From Ice's right side, The Phoenix walks around and takes the proffered contract from Ice's hand. The camera is able to pick up Phoenix's last line before fading to black:

The Phoenix: Welcome home, my friend.