Jack Sullivan walks into his office, a smile on his face as the biggest show in NLW history is just a short time away from starting. As he enters his office, he finds a huge crate placed in the center of it. Lying on top of the crate is a crowbar, and Jack looks it over, unsure of what to do with it. Shrugging to himself, Jack grabs the bar and wedges open the side. The side falls loose, revealing that the crate contains none other than The Ice Man! Jack stares at Ice Man for a moment before saying anything.

Jack Sullivan: About time you got here... and I really don't want to know...

With that, Jack pushes the door shut on his office.

'Only The Strong' by Flaw begins to play, and scenes start to filter in from past Uprisings. First scenes filter in featuring the NLW Champion Aphrodisia Jordan, showing her with the NLW Championship. The scenes continue, showing Aphrodisia pinning opponents like The Phoenix, The Ice Man, Kylo, and Kevin Heat. The scenes with Aphrodisia then stop, and scenes with her opponent for tonight Josh Allen begin to play, showing him defeating Joey Vasco, Triple M, Jason Stone, Jin Royale and Talon. The scenes then change to a shot of the Equalizer steel dome before the word 'Turbulence' flashes across the scene, and the camera cuts to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome to Turbulence! I am Caelan Tyler, and the bump on the log next to me is 'The Real Deal' Jake Steel!

Jake Steel: Psh.

Caelan Tyler: This is it ladies and gentlemen, the first full-fledged pay-per-view event in this run of NLW, and we have a hell of a line-up waiting for the fans to sink their teeth into here.

Jake Steel: Sink their teeth into? I don't think they'll be eating the PPV Cael...

Caelan Tyler: ...It's a figure of... Whatever Jake, anyways! This is sure to be huge, as we have six different title matches tonight, which is sure to keep everyone on the edge of their seat!

Jake Steel: I can't wait for the abuse to start!

Caelan Tyler: I'm sure you can't Jake, I'm sure you can't.

Jake Steel: Considering the matches booked tonight there should be lots of it.

Caelan Tyler: What? Interesting. We’re being told that Trent Steel has arrived and is running into a bit of a problem backstage. We go now to a live feed.

Static fills the screen as we cut backstage to see local police searching through items on a table. A black trenchcoat with a white ankh on the back of it is being searched as they pull out straight razors, knives, barbwire, pliers, and anything else you could think of hand held are being pulled out of the coat. We pan over to see Trent Steel, bandaged face and arms, shirtless as the police are searching his bags, clothes, and anything else to find any hardcore weapons.

Trent Steel: Is this really needed? We're going to be here all night.

Cop 1: Mr. Sullivan's orders. He doesn't trust anything you bring into this arena. With your history of blowing things up Mr. Steel this shouldn't be a surprise.

Trent then tosses the police officer a remote from his back pocket.

Cop 1: What's this?

Trent Steel: Your boys messing with my gym bag might want to push the green button.

The cop runs off as we see Jack Sullivan walk into view.

Jack Sullivan: Charming as ever.

Trent Steel: Well what can I say Jackie Boy I just bring presents wherever I go. I'm like Santa Claus...except instead of coal I bring high grade plastique.

Jack Sullivan: How is it you never get arrested for this stuff?

Trent Steel: I got government contacts. I've done some wetwork and I'm licensed with almost everything I carry. Now why am I really being held up?

Jack Sullivan: I don't want you interfering in my main event tonight Trent.

Trent laughs like a maniac as he turns to Jack and points to his bandaged face.

Trent Steel: Nice one. Next thing you're going to tell me is that wrestling is fake right? Come on Jackie. Why would I want to interfere in your main event. Maybe. Hmm. Could it be that because a few weeks ago your little shithead Josh Allen decided to stick his nose into my business?

Jack Sullivan: He won that tournament Trent. For weeks I have been pushing this and I am not going to have you screw it up with your pointless vendetta!

Trent smirks as he lights up a cigarette.

Trent Steel: You see. If I were playing by my own rules Jackie, your boy would already be taking his coma trip. No see. I'm going to let him fail tonight. I'm going to let him lose his shot that he worked so hard for without me interfering so that he has no reason to bitch later. But let me make it clear to you sir.

Trent gets right in Jack's face.

Trent Steel: After the match. His ass is mine. If you get in my way one more time with him. I'm not just going after Josh. I'll be coming after you. And all rules and regulations I have used over the years are not going to be used here Jack. I will make that wife of yours a widow. Get me.

Jack Sullivan: I'm the boss here Trent. You don't make the rules in my company, and I won't be intimidated by a pissant like you.

Trent Steel: You're right. I don't make the rules. But see if you want your federation to survive me, you'll do as I say then I will be out of your hair. This is your last fucking chance to not fuck with me Jack. Now can I get my gear now that I don't have any contraband?

Jack Sullivan: Cavity search him. I want to make sure he's clean.

Jack walks off smiling as Trent turns to the officer.

Trent Steel: ...Do you really want to try and search me?

The cop shakes his head as the scene cuts back to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: Jack's laying down the law early tonight.

Jake Steel: Of course he is, Trent's crazy.

Caelan Tyler: He's definitely shown it with his actions both here and on last Uprising, that's for sure.

Jake Steel: I bet he gets along well with Aph.

Caelan Tyler: That wouldn't surprise me...

'Rockstar' hits the PA, Rockstar doesn't appear, a murmur goes through the crowd, then the build up to the chorus starts and suddenly.

And we all just wanna be a big rockstar!

Rockstar appears with a bunch of cash, and hands it over to people in the crowd. He then climbs into the ring, and starts warming up for his match.

Zach King: The following match is a fatal fourway to determine the first ever NLW Destiny Champion! Making his way to the ring first, from San Antonio, Texas... Weighing in at 234 pounds... ROCKSTAR!

Caelan Tyler: This is one of several OWF competitors who will be participating in title matches tonight, and it's his first appearance here in NLW.

Jake Steel: You know what I heard?

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: That this guy is Skye Ricardo's second biggest fan.

Caelan Tyler: ...

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

Zach King: Introducing next, from Parts Unknown... Weighing in at 274 pounds... 'THE NIGHTMARE' JASON SPIRE!

The referee approaches cautiously, as Spire stares a hole through him. He requests the chain be dropped, and common sense prevails. Spire drops the chain, and stands, steadily breathing, waitng for the bell that signals the freedom for the pain to be unleashed...
Caelan Tyler: Jason Spire started off hot here in NLW, but cooled down some in recent shows.

Jake Steel: Not to mention what Plague did to him last time. Sheesh.

Next, static fills the PA system as the lights dim down. The lights stay dimmed for a few moments before coming back, revealing The Lost Soul standing in the center of the ring.

Zach King: Also from Parts Unknown... Weighing in at 235 pounds... THE LOST SOUL!

Caelan Tyler: The Lost Soul has been sort of treating first NLW and now the OWF as his personal playground, picking fights and messing with everyone from Aphrodisia Jordan to Trent Steel!

Jake Steel: This guy is a loony that likes messing with other loonies.

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

PLAGUE STANDS ALONE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zach King: And the last participant of this match, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 200 pounds... PLAGUE!

Caelan Tyler: After getting off to a slow start here in NLW Plague has been on a roll lately, most recently defeating Brad Jackson.

Jake Steel: I still can't believe he pulled that one off.

Caelan Tyler: Well he did.

The bell sounds and Rockstar and Plague immediately hook up as The Lost Soul charges after Jason Spire. The Lost Soul lands a few forearms before Spire nails him with a huge head butt sending him down. Rockstar and Plague break off their tie up and turn around in time to receive a double clothesline from a charging Rockstar who now has all three men down on the ground. He picks up Plague and bodyslams him on top of Rockstar. He then drops the elbow while they are sandwiched on each other before getting up and picking Rockstar back up. He lifts Rockstar up. The Lost Soul is up from the head butt and is heading toward Rockstar who turns around and fall away slams Rockstar who flies through the air and crashes into The Lost Soul. Plague is back up on his feet and catches the rising Spire with a dropkick before he gets fully on his feet. Spire stays on one knee but doesn't fall down. Plague is on his feet and puts a hand on Spire’s chin measuring him for a blood punch. He hits him with another blood punch and another. The blows rock Spire but don't knock him to the mat. Plague backs up in the ropes planning on rebounding and performing another move but as he runs close The Lost Soul comes out of nowhere and tackles him down. On top of Plague he begins to rain down punches as Jason Spire stands himself up and goes toward the still downed Rockstar.

Caelan Tyler: Just an all out brawl so far, with the action just all over the place.

Jake Steel: Come on guys, turn up the ABUSE!

Caelan Tyler: The match just started Jake.

Jake Steel: Never too early to ask for them to kick it up a few notches Cael.

The Lost Soul picks Plague up and throws him outside. He goes outside after him leaving Rockstar and Spire alone in the ring. Spire Irish whips Rockstar into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline but Rockstar ducks. Rockstar bounces off the ropes and goes for a cross body but Spire catches him. He places Rockstar on his shoulders. He's going to ram him head-first into the top turnbuckle Meanwhile outside The Lost Soul goes to Irish whip Plague into the guardrail and succeeds. Plague hitting hard back first. Back in the ring Spire charges but Rockstar wiggles free lands on his feet and pushes Spire into the corner. Spire hits sternum first and backs out a few feet as Rockstar goes low and chop blocks his leg sending him down on the mat. Meanwhile, The Lost Soul re-enters the ring and drops a leg drop on Spire. Rockstar drops an elbow as he stands up and both he and the Lost Soul look at each other. They drop stereo elbows on Spire before they both stand up and grab Spire forcing him to his feet. They are both going to go for a double suplex. They both are prepared to lift but Spire with a great feat of strength reverses it on both of them hitting them both down with a double suplex. Spire is back in cont-- no Plague is now on the top rope he comes down with a missile drop kick hitting Spire in the back of he head and sending him down on the mat. Plague is now the only man standing and he dives down on both The Lost Soul and Rockstar for a cover attempt...

1...

KICK OUT BY BOTH!

Caelan Tyler: Two pins, two failures there.

Jake Steel: Needs more abuse!

Plague picks up Rockstar as The Lost Soul rolls to the outer apron. Jason Spire is back up in the corner but is not taking part in the action. Plague Irish whips Rockstar into the corner and ducks his head for a back body attempt. He does so too soon though as Rockstar kicks him in the face causing Plague to stand upright. Rockstar with a chop to the chest... Plague responds with a forearm. Rockstar hits a forearm of his own and we now have a fore arm battle between both men. Here comes Jason Spire and both men double trop toe hold him to the mat. Plague gets on top of him putting him in a camel clutch position as Rockstar bounces off the ropes and hits a dropkick into Spire's exposed face. Spire holds his face and finally rolls out of the ring as Rockstar makes sure to kick Plague in the stomach hunching him over. He grabs him in a headlock and executes a neck breaker. He goes for the cover...

1...

2...

The Lost Soul dives in and breaks it up.

Caelan Tyler: Neckbreaker by Rockstar, but TLS wasn't about to let the match end so easily.

Jake Steel: I wouldn't either. What kind of manly-man wins a match with a damn neckbreaker?

Caelan Tyler: Casanova.

Jake Steel: No way.

Caelan Tyler: Seriously.

Jake Steel: He must face some real pussies then, jesus.

The Lost Soul picks up Rockstar and forearms him. He forearms him again. He goes for a bodyslam but Rockstar wiggles out and lands on his feet behind The Lost Soul. He has The Lost Soul in a waist lock but The Lost Soul hits him with an elbow to break it up. The Lost Soul turns around and goes for a kick but Rockstar blocks it... ENZIGUIRI! Rockstar flips over on his back as The Lost Soul quickly stands on his feet. He hits a standing senton smash and goes for the cover...

1...

2...

Plague dives on top for the save!
Caelan Tyler: First TLS kept Rockstar from pinning Plague, now Plague keeps TLS from pinning Rockstar!

Plague picks the Lost Soul up and Irish whips him into the ropes while Rock Star rolls to the outside. Meanwhile Jason Spire comes back in. Plague ducks down as The Lost Soul flips him over and tries to bring him down for a pin attempt. He brings Plague down but Plague rolls through with it grabs The Lost Soul's Legs and front flips on top of him for a pin attempt...
1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Plague is on his feet as Jason Spire nails him with a fist from behind sending him down to the mat. Jason Spire grabs Plague and lifts him on his back and begins to airplane spin him. After he does this a few times he drops Plague with a Samoan Drop. He stays on top of him but can't get a pin attempt as The Lost Soul immediately drops a leg on top of Jason Spire. Jason Spire rolls off of Plague as The Lost Soul picks him up. He scoop slams Plague back down. Rockstar is now back in the ring and he springboards off the top rope and lands on the shoulders of the now standing Lost Soul. He uses his leg strength to reverse rana him. The Lost Soul lands head first on the mat as the crowd ohhhs at the impact.

Caelan Tyler: Beautiful move there by Rockstar!

Jake Steel: You're just happy because he's also a member of the Skye Ricardo fan club.

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jason Spire is now back up and he grabs Rockstar and throws him back out of the ring and goes to follow after him. Meanwhile Plague is now alone in the ring with The Lost Soul and he picks him up he kicks him in the stomach and nails him with the Downward Spiral. The Lost Soul hits the mat and rolls over on his back as Plague grabs his legs and prepares to put him in the Deathlock. He leans over too much though and TLS rolls him up for a pin attempt...

1...
2...

KICKOUT

Caelan Tyler: Plague's attempt to finish off TLS there almost backfired.

Outside Jason Spire gets a few shots in on Rockstar and leans him on the steel post. He backs up a few feet and charges trying to sandwich him but Rockstar ducks out of the way and Spire hits nothing but steel. Spire goes down as Rockstar re-enters the match. Plague has just stood up from the pin attempt and Rockstar waist locks him from behind. He hits Plague with a bridged German Suplex and goes for the pin attempt.

1...

2...

Plague gets out of it!

Jason Spire shakes off the cob webs on the outside as Rockstar picks Plague back up and Irish whips him into the ropes. Rockstar also hits the ropes and charges at the running Plague trying to hit a cross body but Plague rolls under it. Plague stands back up only to get clothesline back down by the now standing The Lost Soul. The Lost Soul can't capitalize though as he has to stand there and catch a breather but he smiles knowing he's the only one up. He goes over to Rockstar and picks him up. He sets him up for a suplex. No, he sets him on the top rope. The Lost Soul begins to go up with him. He's setting him up for the Soul Buster. Rockstar tries to fight it hitting shots to the gut. Meanwhile Plague is up on his feet. He runs and hits a running drop kick into the legs of the Lost Soul who wobbles and falls down to the mat in position for a swanton. Rockstar wastes no time and goes for it... HE NAILS IT! Rockstar has the cover...

1...

PLAGUE DIVES AND BREAKS IT UP!

Caelan Tyler: No one seems to be able to keep their opponents down long enough to win this match.

Jake Steel: I keep telling you Cael, this match needs more abuse. More abuse equals less people popping back up to annoy you.

The Lost Soul rolls out of the ring as Plague waits for Rockstar to stand. As soon as Rockstar stands he goes for the Vaccine but Rockstar ducks under it. Rockstar kicks Plague in the stomach and goes for a DDT but Plague pushes himself out of it and hits a blood punch on Rockstar sending him back into the ropes. Plague goes for the Vaccine again and this time NAILS IT sending Rockstar up and over the top rope. The Lost Soul is out of it... Rockstar is out of it. Unfortunately for Plague Jason Spire is not out of it. Plague turns around just in time to get big booted in the face by Jason Spire! Jason Spire picks him up and Irish whips him into the ropes. He nails Plague with a huge back body drop and goes for the cover...

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Caelan Tyler: Everyone's showing fatigue at this point. I think the match is winding down now Jake.

Jake Steel: Gee, you think?!

Jason Spire picks Plague back up and sets up for a powerbomb attempt. He lifts him up but Plague is fighting it trying to throw punches down on Jason Spire's head. He's punching he's punching and Jason Spire's legs buckle and Plague lands on top. Meanwhile outside The Lost Soul is trying to recover from the Swanton and is on the outer apron. Rockstar is still out from the Vaccine. Plague hops off of Jason Spire and runs to the ropes attempting to perform Cemetery Gates. He jumps up and springboards with the moonsault... NO... Jason Spire gets his knees up and Plague crashes and burns. Plague grabs his abdomen as he rolls around in pain. Meanwhile The Lost Soul is back in the ring and dives down on the still downed Spire landing punches left and right. Rockstar is hanging on to the outer apron trying to get back into the match. The Lost Soul hits a few quick leg drops on Spire before grabbing his arm and trying to drag him into place. After he drags him into place he goes up to the top rope trying to waste as little time as possible. He's going for the Souled Out. He jumps and NAILS IT! However The Lost Soul lands hard and can't go for the pin as he has no choice but to roll off of Spire holding his leg. He rolls too close to the ropes and the desperate Rockstar grabs him by his leg and pulls him out of the ring. Plague is on his knees he leaps and dives down on Spire...

1...

2...

3!!! Plague steals it!!!!

Caelan Tyler: Plague did it!

Zach King: Here is your winner, and NEW Destiny Champion... PLAGUE!

The referee hands Plague the Destiny Championship belt as TLS seethes on the outside, upset over what just happened.

Jake Steel: Well I'll be damned.

Caelan Tyler: Plague was able to capitalize on TLS's big move to capture his first title here in NLW.

Jake Steel: Now he's just gotta hang onto it.

Caelan Tyler: True.

The camera cuts to one of the rear entrances of the arena, where no one else is standing.

Jake Steel: Why in the hell are we looking at such a boring picture?

As if on cue, the door swings open and The Phoenix walks through, duffel bag in hand. The crowd erupts in cheers as the former Legacy champion makes his way inside the arena, not even acknowledging the camera or the cheers as he walks with a purpose.

Caelan Tyler: Does that answer your question, Jake? I can only wonder if he will be focused for tonight's match given what's happened to him over the last 72 hours.

Jake Steel: And we care because...?

The camera follows Phoenix to his locker room as the announcers speak, and as he opens the door we see that there is a large cardboard box, about the size of a box of paper, sitting on the bench. Dropping his bag unceremoniously to the floor, he rips off the top of the box, ready for a fight. None is forthcoming, as the camera moves in to show Phoenix's all-crimson outfit, neatly folded and arranged in the box. On the top is a black cloth of some kind, and a note written on unlined paper.

Caelan Tyler: Um, contrary to what you believe Jake, The Phoenix is actually a fairly well-liked guy around here.

Jake Steel: Lies! Lies and slander!

Inside the ring, the competitors for this battle royal prepare themselves, waiting for the match to begin. Everyone looks focused on this, except for Trent Steel, who has on a heavy black trenchcoat.

Zach King: The following is a battle royal, where the winner gets a shot at the title of their choosing here in NLW!

The bell rings, but before anyone can do anything, Trent rips open his trenchcoat, revealing that he has what appears to be several things of C4 strapped to his chest, along with a detonator in his hands. A loud gasp goes through the audience, and the competitors in the match quickly notice what Trent's wearing.

Jake Steel: Holy shit he's got a bomb!

Caelan Tyler: Wait. What?!

Trent taps on the detonator, walking towards the other competitors in the match. Damn near everyone quickly leaps out of the ring, eliminating themselves because they don't want any part in whatever the hell Trent has in mind. With an evil sneer on his face, Trent reaches into his trenchcoat, pulling out a mic.

Trent Steel: HAHAHAHA! I can't believe you all fell for it! This isn't real! It's a joke, just like this company and every last one of you! How's this for 'following the rules' Jackie boy?! Like how I just completely ruined your battle royal?!

Caelan Tyler: It's a fake!

Jake Steel: I knew that!

Caelan Tyler: Suuuuure you did... Hey Jake....

Jake Steel: What?

Caelan Tyler: Did you know that they took the word gullible out of the dictionary?

Jake Steel: No way!

Caelan Tyler: It's true, look it up!

Trent sneers as the boos come in from the fans, not noticing that Nick James never left the ring, and is standing right behind him. James taps Trent on the shoulder, and once Trent turns around James whips him to the ropes. James barrels down after him, bounding himself up and over Trent's head with a leapfrog as he approaches the ropes. James sails over the top rope, catching it in his hands and bringing himself to a mid-air jerking halt, then hanging from the rope as he dangles over the apron, feet dangerously close to the floor. Jerking the top rope down as Steel reaches the apron, James sends him tripped up and tumbling over the top to the outside instead of the rebound. Pulling himself back to the apron with a chin up, James steps onto the middle rope, bouncing on it twice, then bounding over the top rope and slingshotting himself back into the ring. Once he does so, the bell rings.

Zach King: Here is your winner of this match... 'UNTAMED' NICK JAMES!

Trent swears profusely on the outside as James takes in the cheers for eliminating Trent.

Caelan Tyler: Nick James didn't fall for it, and now he's earned himself a future title shot!

Jake Steel: Hey, I just looked it up and gullible is so totally in the dictionary...

Caelan Tyler: ...Okay Jake.

Jake Steel: ...HEY WAIT A MINUTE!

Caelan Tyler: Classic. Good job Jake.

Jake Steel: Damnit all!

Cut backstage to a semi-crowded hallway. There are a few wrestlers and backstage staff talking amongst themselves. Near the middle of the shot, a door opens, and it is almost as if someone hit a mute button on the conversations. Emerging from the door is the reigning OWF PDA Champion, garbed almost completely in crimson. A black armband is wrapped around his left arm just above the elbow, with the initials 'EA' written in bold white lettering. It's the only part of his outfit that is a different color.

Slowly, the staff moves out of the middle of the hallway as The Phoenix starts to make his way towards the stage for his match, everyone's eyes following the big man. The look on his face is a cold, expressionless one as he passes by the assembled group of people. As he nears the end of the hall, he stops suddenly, his eyes shifting their focus. The camera swings around, revealing a pair of kendo sticks that have been wrapped in barbed wire. Attached to the sticks is another note:

Caelan Tyler: I'm not going to bet against him Jake, he's been on a roll lately.

Now you're messing with a son of a bitch.

With a scowl still on his face from the events of the last match, Trent Steel walks through the curtains glances at the ring while 'No More Sorrow' blares loudly. The fans boo him with all that they have in their lungs. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipation at an all time high as he plays mind games with everyone by taking so long to get the ring. Steel slides under the bottom rope, positioning himself in the ring before pushing himself up and staring at the entrance ramp as the music quiets down.

Zach King: The following is an Anything Goes match for the OWF PDA Championship! Introducing first, the challenger... From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... Weighing in at 195 pounds... 'THE SON OF A BITCH' TRENT STEEL!

Caelan Tyler: This is the first singles match in NLW for Trent Steel since 2003, when he beat Henry Illusion Tippyunder to win the then-vacant NLW Juniorweight championship.

Jake Steel: Who did he beat?

Caelan Tyler: Henry Illusion Tippyunder.

Jake Steel: Doesn't ring a bell.

Caelan Tyler: ...You called the match Jake.

Jake Steel: Still drawing a blank.

The arena lights go out, causing total darkness. The opening strains of 'The Instinct' float into the arena, as a lone spotlight shines on the stage. From beneath the stage, the form of the OWF PDA champion can be seen rising up to stage level as the song picks up in intensity. As the guitar finally hits, about 30 seconds into the song, the spotlight follows him as he walks to the ring, the remainder of the lights still extinguished. In either hand is a barbed wire kendo stick, and the expression on his face is not the usual look of focus that NLW fans have come to expect. It's been replaced with a look of grim determination.

Phoenix walks to the ring steps, the spotlight still shining on him as he stops at the base of them. 'The Instinct' slowly fades into silence as he stands there, head bowed for a moment before looking up to the heavens above. The camera catches him saying 'this is for you' before he sends a shout of 'For the fallen!' skyward. This causes all of the lights to come back on in the arena as Phoenix ascends the steps and steps into the ring, handing off his PDA title belt to the waiting official before dropping the kendo sticks to the mats outside.

Zach King: His opponent, from the End of Nowhere, weighing 365 pounds... he is the reigning, and defending, OWF PDA Champion... This is THE PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix forgoing his usual pyro and ring entrance tonight, which is understandable given the circumstances.

Jake Steel: Yeah, like NLW's going to waste good pyro on a choke artist.

Caelan Tyler: Jake, you have no conscience, do you?

Jake Steel: Conscience? What's that?

The bell sounds and The Phoenix and Trent Steel both waste no time exiting the ring on opposite sides and throwing the ring aprons up to try to find weapons. They both come up with the exact same weapon and re-enter the ring. Both men stand up and stare at each other. In each of their hands is a barb-wired kendo stick. Not much time to stare though as The Phoenix lunges at Trent Steel catching him off guard and swinging down... Trent Steel gets his kendo stick up to block it. Trent Steel takes a swipe and The Phoenix blocks it with his kendo stick as well. Both men are in the center of the ring... their kendo sticks pressing into each other. Phoenix with a lunge wins that battle sending Trent Steel stumbling backwards on his back! The Phoenix swings down as Trent Steel gets his kendo stick up to block. Phoenix wildly swings down again this time Trent Steel rolls out of the way... and rolls out of the way again before hurriedly getting up on his feet and backing into the corner... but he dropped his kendo stick and is now defenseless. Phoenix quickly grabs the dropped kendo stick and the crowd ohhhs realizing he now has both. He brings both down in attempt to smack Trent Steel in the top of the head but he hits nothing but top turnbuckle as Trent Steel gets the hell out of dodge. Phoenix turns around and gets a kick to the stomach hunching him over... and that is followed by a European uppercut causing him to drop both kendo sticks. Trent Steel grabs Phoenix by the chin and measures him with a beautiful hard fist shot knocking him to a knee. Trent goes to pick up one of the kendo sticks but Phoenix grabs him by the hips and head butts him in the mid section. Head butts him again! Trent Steel is now hunched over as Phoenix stands up grabbing one of the kendo sticks with him and SLAMS IT DOWN ON TRENT STEEL'S BACK!

Caelan Tyler: Neither man wasting any time here, using weapons and just starting to beat the holy hell out of each other.

Jake Steel: Finally! This is the abuse I've been waiting for!

Trent Steel drops to one knee screaming in pain as The Phoenix brings it down again... the barb wire scratching his back with each shot. The crowd roars as a third shot to Trent Steel's back causes him to drop down and roll over exposing his stomach. Phoenix doesn't bother with a kendo shot and just brings his foot right down on Trent Steel's stomach causing him to give out an 'OMPHHH' and rolls over holding his stomach and forcing himself back up as The Phoenix wastes no time grabbing the second kendo stick. He has bad intentions as he begins to begin whacking Trent Steel on opposite sides of the body with the sticks. He's doing this multiple times the crowding shouting at each blow. The Phoenix then goes for a coup de grace trying to bring both sticks down on each side of Trent Steel's head but he ducks and rolls the heck out of there as the kendo sticks connect with each other. Trent Steel climbs back to his feet only for both kendo sticks to get swung into his stomach hurdling him over again... AND A DOUBLE SHOT TO THE BACK PUTS HIM FACE DOWN ON THE MAT! Trent Steel is in major trouble now as the Phoenix has no qualms with using nothing but the kendo sticks to his advantage. Phoenix places one of the barb wired sticks on the back of Trent Steel's head. He takes a few steps back walks over and STOMPS IT INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! Trent Steel lets out a scream as his body flops up and down in pain.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix is just a man possessed here, tearing into Trent with all his might.

Jake Steel: Come on Trent, don't let it go on like this, make him pay!

Caelan Tyler: It's looking like Trent will need to pry that belt out of The Phoenix's cold, dead hands if he wants it.

Jake Steel: I'm sure that can be arranged. I mean, this is Trent Steel we're talking about here.

Trent Steel rolls over to outer apron lying there. He grabs the back of his head to feel for blood and is amazed to not find much coming out just yet. The Phoenix kicks him in the side causing him to fall to the floor from the outer apron. The Phoenix goes outside to follow. The Phoenix leaves both kendo sticks on the outer apron as he picks Trent Steel up and lifts him up for a bodyslam... right on top of the guardrail! Trent Steel yelps in pain as he falls to the floor after that body slam. Phoenix goes for an outside pin attempt.... The Referee has to hurry to the outside for the cover.

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SHOULDER UP BY STEEL!

Caelan Tyler: First pin attempt of the match, and since this is anything goes that means falls do count anywhere.

Jake Sreel: That seemed pointless, no way Trent was going to be beaten so easy. Dream on Phoenix!

The Phoenix leaves Trent Steel on the ground and goes to collect his kendo sticks for more attacks. Trent Steel does his best to pull himself up on his feet but he drops to one knee. The Phoenix has both kendo sticks rose in the air just wanting to bring them down on steel. Phoenix takes too long though and Trent Steel brings his fist up right between the Phoenix's legs to a chorus of boos. Phoenix drops both kendo sticks and grabs himself as he walks away from Steel unfortunately turning his back. Trent Steel grabs one of the kendo sticks and waits for The Phoenix to turn around. When he does he levels him right in the face with a hard shot that almost cracks the kendo stick completely. Phoenix falls down hard. His face is instantly bleeding from the shot. Trent Steel drops the kendo stick and leans against the apron to catch his breath a bit before continuing the assault.

Caelan Tyler: Trent getting control here with that cheap shot on The Phoenix.

Jake Steel: This is anything goes! There was nothing cheap about that shot!

Caelan Tyler: He went downstairs, you don't consider that cheap?

Jake Steel: Hell no, and if The Phoenix does he might as well just lay down 'cause he obviously can't hack it!

Trent Steel grabs the barb-wired kendo stick and walks over to The Phoenix who is crawling away. He stands over him and begins to grind it into the forehead of The Phoenix. The Phoenix begins to scream but has no desire to submit... the blood from his forehead drips into his eyes and unto the floor. Trent Steel lifts the kendo stick up in both hands and sends it smashing into the Phoenix. He does it another time causing him to drop all the way down to the floor. Trent throws the kendo stick back in the ring as he walks over to the time keeper and screams for him to get up. He grabs the chair he was sitting on and sets it on the ground. The Phoenix is trying to stand up and adjust himself. Trent Steel grabs him in a headlock and drops him with a DDT face-first into the steel chair. The thud causes the crowd to ohhh and also for Trent Steel to roll him over for the cover attempt.

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KICK OUT!

Caelan Tyler: Vicious DDT by Trent onto that chair, but just wasn't enough to keep Phoenix down.

Jake Steel: Give it time. He'll find a way to choke this title away too.

Despite the chaired DDT The Phoenix still kicked out. Trent Steel is confident though and he gets a sick smile on his face. He walks over to the announcing table muttering to Jake Steel 'you're going to love this fucker'. Trent Steel throws back the apron and begins to look for something under the ring... he pulls out a BED OF NAILS as the crowd stands and stirs as they see this thing become a part of the match.

Caelan Tyler: Is that a bed of nails?!

Jake Steel: YES! Trent, you are my new hero.

Trent Steel sees Phoenix has pushed himself back into the ring so he slides the bed of nails into the ring and enters back in. The Phoenix is in one corner trying to pull himself up so Trent Steel takes the bed of nails over to the other side of the ring and sets it up in the corner. The crowd stirs realizing what he is going for. Trent Steel goes to the Phoenix and tries to Irish whip him out of the corner into the bed of nails. He goes for it but Phoenix does not budge. He tries again and this time Phoenix budges but he reverses it and Trent Steel runs toward the bed of nails. He is able to stop his momentum and stop just short. He turns around to see The Phoenix charging at him so he side steps and Phoenix runs sternum first into the nails! Some of the nails puncture him well and he screams as he falls on his back and rolls over holding his chest. Trent Steel gets a sick look on his face and grabs the bed of nails and with some force SLAMS IT ON TOP OF PHOENIX'S BACK! Phoenix screams under the bed of nails as Trent Steel begins to climb the top rope. The crowd is worried as Trent Steel hits a flying elbow smash driving the bed of nails into The Phoenix. The Phoenix screams as he crawls out from under the board, small puncture wounds now showing on his body. Trent Steel rolls him over for the cover...

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SHOULDER UP!

Caelan Tyler: Somehow The Phoenix kicked out of that!

Jake Steel: Hurt him Trent! Put him out of this company and out of our lives!

The crowd stomps their feat in approval as Trent Steel drags the bed of nails towards Phoenix. He grabs Phoenix's head and lifts it up... raking his forehead across the nails. Phoenix is screaming no as the referee keeps asking if he will submit. There is no way The Phoenix is giving up in this match. Trent steel stops the grinding as more blood comes out of Phoenix's forehead. Trent Steel goes outside and grabs the steel chair he used earlier. He climbs up to the outer apron and holds the steel chair under one arm. Phoenix is in the ring lying on his back. Trent Steel uses the other arm to launch himself over the ropes and he crashes down on Phoenix with the side the chair is located driving it into his chest. Phoenix is hurt bad as Trent Steel goes for the cover again.

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SHOULDER UP!

Caelan Tyler: Trent continuing his assault here, although it's still not enough to keep The Phoenix down.

Jake Steel: ABUSE! This brings tears of joy to my eyes.

Caelan Tyler: Huh?

Jake Steel: Not much is more beautiful in wrestling than seeing a worthless sack like The Phoenix get his.

Trent Steel gets up with the chair in hand and just violent throws it down into Phoenix's face as hard as he can. Phoenix rolls over from the shot but Trent Steel still rolls him over for another pin attempt.

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KICK OUT!

Phoenix is not giving up despite the assault. Trent Steel has had enough. He grabs the chair again and stands in the corner and just waits. Phoenix is slowly getting up. The camera can catch Trent Steel visibly mouthing 'come on you bitch' as Phoenix is standing up now. Phoenix is up and Trent Steel charges with a fast chair shot but Phoenix ducks the force of the missed blow spinning Trent Steel around. Phoenix grabs him by the waist and RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEXES HIM ON TOP OF THE BED OF NAILS! Trent Steel is screaming loudly as he rolls off the nails. Trent Steel screams as he rolls off the bed and begins flopping in the ring. The crowd is stomping and roaring loudly as The Phoenix is on his stomach and sees Trent Steel flopping around. He begins to push himself up as the camera gets a close up look at his eyes. The eyes scream murder.

Caelan Tyler: Trent miscalculated there, and The Phoenix made him pay!

Jake Steel: Come on Trent, shake it off, don't let this guy get the best of you!

Phoenix is up. He grabs the bed of nails and drags it out of the way. He picks up his kendo stick again and just waits as Trent Steel pulls himself up by the ropes. Trent Steel has successfully stood himself up. He turns around and WHAM right in the face and down goes Steel. Steel is now bleeding from the face but he has no time to worry about it as more shots begin to rain down on him. He turns around trying to avoid the blows but that just causes The Phoenix to bring them down on the back of his head instead. Trent Steel amazingly is able to push himself up on his feet and takes a wild swing but Phoenix ducks and jabs him into the stomach hunching him over. The Phoenix gets a sick grin on his face as he sticks the barb-wired kendo stick between Trent Steel's legs. He lifts up as hard as he could causing the men in the crowd to groan as well as Trent Steel. That's not it though as The Phoenix does it again and again and a fourth time before removing it between his legs and setting him up for a modified Russian leg sweep instead. HE NAILS IT. The Phoenix goes for the cover.

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KICK OUT!

Caelan Tyler: Neither man will say die here!

Jake Steel: Phoenix will eventually, then Trent will make him choke on it!

The Phoenix stands himself up and his eyes catches the bed of nails. Remembering how they feel he drags them back over before picking up the assaulted Trent Steel. He lifts him up and BODY SLAMS HIM RIGHT ON THEM! Trent Steel groans as he rolls off holding his punctured back with one hand. The Phoenix isn't done yet as he grabs the bed of nails and drags them to the corner. He sets them in the corner before going back to Trent Steel. He stands him up in a running hip toss position. The Phoenix goes for it and sends Trent Steel flipping into the bed of nails upon impact he crashes to the mat back of the neck first folding like a accordion. The Phoenix is pleased with this but it isn't enough as he goes to the outside of the ring and flips the apron up again... Coming up with a cheese grater? The Phoenix rolls back in the ring... blood drying up all over his face as he grabs Trent Steel by his long ass hair and pulls him to the center of the ring. Trent Steel is in a sitting position perfect for The Phoenix to grate his face over and over with the cheese grater. The crowd groans at this development. The Phoenix then lifts up the cheese greater and bashes it several times into Trent Steel's face. The Phoenix stands up holding the cheese grater in his hands letting out a primal scream and the crowd responds in unison and awe!

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix is just beating Trent all over the ring here.

Jake Steel: No! You don't use a cheese grater like that!

Caelan Tyler: Well obviously not, but it's effective.

Jake Steel: But I wanted some shredded cheese for the pizza I ordered. Maybe some parmesan...

Caelan Tyler: ...*Sighs*

The Phoenix drops the cheese grater and goes over to grab the steel chair. He picks it up and turns around in time to see Trent Steel crawling out of the ring and onto the outside floor. The Phoenix drops the chair and goes out after him. Trent Steel is trying to climb under the apron, possibly to escape? The Phoenix grabs Trent Steel by the leg and tries to pull him back out. He's struggling as Trent Steel doesn't want to do so... He pulls Trent Steel out and takes a face of chemical fire extinguisher for doing so. Phoenix releases Trent Steel and covers his eyes blinded from blast. He stumbles away as Trent Steel despite all the pain attempts to get back up. He waits and he waits. Phoenix turns around and Trent Steel runs and dives drilling the extinguisher into The Phoenix's face. The Phoenix is back down on the ground once again possibly knocked out from the shot but Trent Steel can't capitalize as he lies there trying to recover from his wounds. Trent Steel pushes himself up and slowly lunges over draping an arm over the Phoenix.

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SHOULDER UP BY PHOENIX!

The crowd claps and stamps their feet as the match continues. Trent Steel pushes himself up and goes over to the steel steps. He flips the top half of them over revealing a small black bag. He goes back inside the ring leaving the Phoenix. He goes to the center of the ring and opens and pours the contents revealing it is broken glass!

Caelan Tyler: Trent is covering the mat with shards of glass here!

Jake Steel: Yes! Keep up the abuse! This is shaping up to be the bloodiest brawl in NLW history!

Caelan Tyler: Hard to argue with that assessment.

The crowd ohhhs and ahhs at this as Trent Steel drops to a knee after dumping the contents. The Phoenix is back up and has crawled back in the ring. Trent Steel walks over and grabs the steel chair that has been used during this match. Phoenix crawls away from Trent Steel and pulls himself up on his feet and turns around his back facing the broken glass. Trent Steel comes and drills him in the head with a chair shot trying to take him down. The Phoenix stumbles but doesn't fall into the glass as the crowd is praying he doesn't. Trent Steel lifts the chair up and bashes him in the head hard again. It's a hard shot and Phoenix drops to a knee but doesn't fall back. It's with sheer will he's able to stand back up on his feet. Trent Steel hits another shot and this time Phoenix lets out a scream and tells him to bring it. Trent Steel seems confused but the crowd is stirring as Trent Steel drills another shot and the Phoenix goes 'come on you son of a bitch'. The crowd stirs as Trent Steel goes for another shot and The Phoenix KICKS HIM IN THE BALLS. Trent Steel drops the chair as Phoenix grabs him in a bear hug and BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEXES HIM ONTO THE BROKEN GLASS! The crowd erupts as Phoenix rolls off of him the adrenalin from a moment ago gone. Trent Steel arches his back but is in too much pain to do much more movement and remains lying in the glass.

Caelan Tyler: I don't know how this could get any more brutal than it already has been.

Jake Steel: Trent will find a way, and he'll win in the process!

Caelan Tyler: He's got quite a hill to climb.

Jake Steel: Ha! You made a 'Phoenix is fat' joke!

Caelan Tyler: ...Wait, that's not what I--

Jake Steel: Too late!

The Phoenix crawls over to the remaining barb-wired kendo stick and grabs it. Trent Steel has rolled over on his stomach but is unable to crawl out of the glass as The Phoenix while on one knee grabs Trent Steel's leg and steps over it with his legs trapping it. He falls on top of Trent Steel using the barb-wired kendo stick for a modified STF SUBMISSION! The crowd is roaring and stomping. Chants of 'Tap, Tap, Tap' is heard as Trent Steel is struggling. The broken glass is under him... the barb-wired kendo stick is cutting into him. The Phoenix is on top of him keeping him trapped there. Trent Steel lifts his hand up... He could submit... NO! He continues to fight but there doesn't seem to be too much fight there. Slowly the life is draining out of him. He's lifeless and not moving. The audio picks up the referee speaking...

TRENT STEEL DO YOU GIVE UP?

TRENT STEEL CAN YOU HEAR ME?

TRENT IF YOU DO NOT RESPOND I WILL CALL FOR THE MATCH TO END...

IT'S OVER RING THE BELL RING THE BELL!

The Bell sounds ending the match as Phoenix releases the hold and rolls off of him grabbing his head as he does so. The Referee grabs the PDA Title and drops it on top of Phoenix who doesn't pay any attention to the showers of cheers being thrown down on him. He rolls out of the ring landing on one knee and makes the slowly walk... very slowly walk to the back without paying anyone any attention.

Zach King: Here is your winner, and STILL OWF PDA Champion... THE PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix retained!

Jake Steel: Why must I constantly be let down?

Caelan Tyler: Because it's you Jake.

Jake Steel: So not fair...

Backstage, JC can be seen taping up his wrists, preparing for his title shot at X-Terminator.

'Untamed' Nick James: Hey dude.
JC springs to his feet, striking up defensive posturing, tensed and ready to spring while James leans casually against the doorframe.

'Untamed' Nick James: Good luck out there tonight.

JC: What's your game, Nick? You and I aren't friends. All you've talked about for months was getting revenge for your girlfriend, and here I am right now.

James shrugs.

JC: You screw with my match and-

'Untamed' Nick James: So much hostility. Seriously, man, I want you to win. Beat down X-Terminator and win the Legacy Title. Should be right up your alley.

JC glares at James unconvinced.

'Untamed' Nick James: And then, after you win it, there won't be Jesse Williams or X-Terminator or interpromotional war. Just you, JC, the new Legacy Champion, and me, Nick James, the kid who's been dreaming about tearing your face off every minute of every day for the past two months. And I got me a shot in the bank at any title of my choosing. Let's just say Josh Allen's World Title will be the last thing on my mind.

With that, Nick James walks away as the scene cuts back to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: I guess Nick James is cashing in his newly won title match for a shot at the Legacy title!

Caelan Tyler: Big surprise.

Caelan Tyler: What do you mean?

Jake Steel: He wants JC to win so he doesn't have to face X-T, and I don't blame him.

Caelan Tyler: Right...

Lights flash then dim, and 'Wherein Lies Continue' by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on Joe, who comes to the ring without any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing him.
Thou shalt not
Kill your fathers - destroy another life
Question everything we clung to for years
Live forever - design a better death
Confuse a liar with a savior from fear

He climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level.

The ending's the same
The world will not change
The answer is clear
Annihilation

He climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match.

Zach King: The following match is to be held under Legacy rules and is for the NLW Legacy Championship! Making his way to the ring first, from Jersey City, New Jersey... Weighing in at 270 pounds... JC!

Caelan Tyler: JC is man who is right on the brink of superstardom in OWF, and nearly won their World Title from Jesse Williams earlier this week.

Jake Steel: This ain't horseshoes or hand grenades, Cael! Almost doesn't mean a damn thing!

California love!

The lights fade and the crowd roars. Two narrow lights are shown glistening towards the front entrance. A large Explosion hits the top of the ramp leaving behind a large pool of smoke. As the smoke begins to dissipate, we see a shadow emerge from within.

California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

Out from the smoke steps X-Terminator, looking very much in shape for his age. He slowly walks down the ramp, in one hand, a Singapore cane, in the other, a steel chair. Draped around his waist is the NLW Legacy Championship belt. The crowd all reach out for any sort of appreciation from the former legend. He reaches out and smacks the hands of all the fans nearby with a large smile across his face. He stops at the top of the ring and stares towards his home away from home. X-T reaches under the ring before entering and pulls out a large blue cooler. He places it on the outside and opens the cooler. He pulls out a fresh cold beer and cracks it in front of the crowd waiting for the match to commence. With one rather large swig, the beer is guzzled and he slides back into the ring for his match.

Zach King: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 232 pounds... He is the reigning NLW Legacy Champion... X-TERMINATOR!

Caelan Tyler: The NLW fans have taken a shine to the Legacy champion, Jake.

Jake Steel: He's a vast improvement over the last guy to have that belt!

Caelan Tyler: Hey, The Phoenix was a great Legacy champion.

Jake Steel: And which fantasy world are you living in?

The bell sounds to begin the contest. There isn't much of a feeling-out process due to experience in the past, as the two tie-up. JC gets a side headlock applied, on the Legacy champion, who ducks behind and reverses the hold into a hammerlock. A back elbow attempt from JC misses as X-Terminator ducks and releases the hold. Both men are back in a neutral position, staring each other down. Another collar-and-elbow tie-up occurs, and this time it's X-T with the advantage by way of an arm wringer. A second turn of the arm brings JC to his knees, but he quickly takes out the legs of the champion and falls into a quick cover, only netting one on the exchange. Both men are back up, and JC slaps the taste out of X-Terminator's mouth!

Caelan Tyler: Blatant disrespect by the challenger!

Jake Steel: That got my attention! No more of this boring technical crap. Kick somebody's ass!

Not one to back down, the Legacy champ fires back with a right hand that sends the challenger back a step. JC is quick to bury a knee into the gut of X-Terminator, though, and snap mares him over, wrenching on the neck of the champion. X-T is still too fresh, though, as he reaches above him and drives a left hand into the crook of the elbow of the challenger to break the hold. X-Terminator scrambles back to his feet, only to eat a forearm from JC, and a second as X-T is backed into the turnbuckles. The former Joe Cool tries for an Irish Whip, which is reversed by the champion. JC slams back-first into the opposing turnbuckles, as X-T closes in slowly. JC lashes out a kick, which finds a home in the gut of the champion, and then explodes out of the corner with a clothesline to drop X-Terminator to the mat!

Caelan Tyler: The challenger getting the early advantage; one would think having come so close to knocking off the OWF World Champion, he's looking to prove himself tonight.

Instead of going for the cover, JC takes a quick stomp or two at the legs of his opponent as X-T tries to return to his feet. A moment later, as X-T finally does, he charges in at JC who quickly uses a drop toe hold and attempts to hook in an STF on the champion! Noting the ring positioning, X-Terminator is quick to grab hold of the bottom rope before the move is completely locked in, forcing the break.

Caelan Tyler: And that's the first of the three rope breaks allowed to each man in the contest.

Jake Steel: I still don't get that rule.

With a scowl, JC pulls X-Terminator back to his feet, lighting up his chest with a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the arena. A second quickly follows this, and a third as well before X-T is whipped across the ring. JC charges immediately after the champion, who hops onto the middle rope and springs backwards, elbow-first, into the chest of his opponent! JC goes down, the wind apparently knocked out of him as X-Terminator falls into the cover, netting only a long one as JC gets the left shoulder up. Not wasting any time, X-T is quick to apply a surfboard maneuver, looking to soften up the torso a little more and make it harder for JC to breathe. The challenger, after a few moments of being stuck in the hold, begins to rock his body from side to side, finally getting the leverage to get to his feet, one arm free with the other trapped in a wrist lock. JC charges in at X-Terminator, who ducks the short clothesline attempt and hits a hangman's neckbreaker. Cover by the champion, only netting a short two as JC gets the left shoulder off the mat.

Caelan Tyler: So far, I must say I'm surprised at how X-T has managed to adapt himself away from the hardcore environment of the PDA championship and into the more technical-minded rule set of the Legacy Championship.

Jake Steel: Honestly, I liked the guy more when he beat people with chairs, particularly The Phoenix.

X-Terminator seems to be in control at the moment as he pulls JC to his feet and hooks up a suplex. Pulling backwards, he hits the move easily and floats over into another pin attempt, looking to catch JC napping. It's for naught, though, as the challenger escapes at two. Undaunted, X-T again hauls JC to his feet and lands a chop that sends the challenger back to the mat. Before JC can return to his feet, though, X-Terminator drops an elbow to the small of the back, and then one between the shoulder blades for good measure. Still in control, the champion waits for his opponent to reach a vertical base before coming in from behind and locking in an abdominal stretch after a some jockeying for position that puts JC as far from the ropes as possible.

Caelan Tyler: The champ has the moved locked in well, though I'm surprised he isn't working on the head and neck of JC more, given recent events.

Jake Steel: Does it involve ABUSE?

Caelan Tyler: Not likely, Jake.

Jake Steel: Then I could care less.

The referee leans in to check for the submission as X-T digs an elbow into the side of JC to increase the amount of pain in the hold. A loud 'no!' is the reply the referee receives when he asks JC if he wants to submit, as the champion alternates between digging the elbow into the side of JC and raining punches down into the exposed muscles of the challenger. The hold is held for about a minute or so before JC is able to find the leverage to hip toss his way out of the submission. He's obviously hurt, but the reversal did very little damage to the champion. X-T gets back to his feet, frustrated that he hasn't finished the match yet. He closes in on JC, looking to press his advantage, but the challenger comes from nowhere with an armbar takedown, into an attempted crossface submission. Once again, fortune favors X-T in regards to ring positioning, as he hooks his free arm over the bottom rope to force the break.

Caelan Tyler: And that is X-Terminator's second rope break of the match.

Jake Steel: [yawns]

As the hold is released, X-T scampers away quickly, getting to his feet with a look of anger on his face. He closes in on the rising challenger, a European uppercut stunning JC and dropping him to the mat. X-T is quick to capitalize, kicking the challenger onto his stomach and applying a Camel Clutch! JC groans in pain, trying to find a way to leverage himself out of this hold. X-Terminator has it locked in tight, though, and it is through sheer luck that JC is able to blindly find the ropes with one of his feet. The ref notices this and forces the break of the hold, much to the champion's chagrin.

Caelan Tyler: And that was the first rope break used by JC, though one has to wonder if X-T is going to continue to focus on the head and neck of the challenger.

Jake Steel: Again, I repeat: No ABUSE equals boring!

Now that the champion seems to be in control, he moves further down the body, grabbing the leg that had gotten to the ropes and kicking the back of JC's right knee. X-T pulls his opponent away from the ropes, looking for possibly a standing leg grapevine, but he leaves himself in a vulnerable position and gets kicked in the mush by JC, causing a quick end to the maneuver before any serious damage can be applied. JC gets to all fours, looking to get back to his feet as X-T comes in for a punt kick to the ribs. However, JC is expecting the move and retaliates by rolling aside and making the kick miss! As the champion attempts to regain his balance, JC trips him up and quickly locks in a single-leg crab. X-T can be heard groaning as he tries to find a way out of this hold without using his last rope break, and finally manages to do so as he grabs the left foot of the challenger and pull it towards him, causing the hold to be broken as JC loses his balance and has to use both hands to keep from falling face-first into the canvas.

Caelan Tyler: Nice escape by X-Terminator there, he knows he may need that last rope break.

Jake Steel: Yeah, to hang himself if this match gets any more boring.

Both men get back to their feet, facing each other as we are at stalemate once again. JC looks for the tie-up but is denied as X-Terminator cracks him with a hard right hand! Looking for a quick pin, the champion goes for a small package, but does not even get a two-count on the exchange. Back on their feet, X-T looks for a kick to the back of the leg, but takes one in return. The two combatants keep exchanging kicks to the leg, with JC finally getting the advantage long enough to back the champion into the ropes. An Irish whip follows this, with the champ showing very little sings of hampered mobility as he is forced into the ropes. A dropkick to the knees is the challenger's reply, as X-Terminator falls to the mat, clutching his left leg. Moving quickly, JC grabs that leg and applies a standing ankle lock submission on the champion.

Jake Steel: Dammit, is everyone using that move?

Caelan Tyler: It's an effective maneuver, Jake.

Jake Steel: I swear, if this hold is what leads to the win I'm walking out.

X-T manages to roll over, looking to kick JC off of him, but cannot seem to find the leverage from his position to do so. The challenger is about to drag X-Terminator back to the center of the ring, but X-T grabs hold of the ropes once again, using his final rope break to force the hold to be broken up.

Caelan Tyler: And now the ropes can't help the champion any longer. He's just given JC a huge advantage.

Jake Steel: Why waste a break on that weak-ass maneuver?

A wicked, almost sadistic smile seems to cross the face of the challenger, knowing that now there is no escape for the champion by way of the ropes (as just pointed out by the announce team). JC allows his opponent to regain his footing, his eyes never leaving the form of X-Terminator. X-T finally gets to his feet, putting more of the weight on his relatively uninjured right leg. The challenger charges in, but is hip-tossed for his trouble. The Legacy champ immediately goes to the legs again, applying a spinning toe hold to buy himself some more time to think.

Jake Steel: Seriously, when was the last time that move ever won a match?

Before JC can figure a counter, though, the champion brings him back to his feet, bends the knee, and delivers an atomic drop to the knee of the challenger. JC falls to the mat, clutching his right leg from the impact as X-T locks in a knee bar. However, ring positioning comes back to bite him as the challenger manages to barely reach the ropes with an outstretched arm. This hold, too, is forced to be broken.

Caelan Tyler: That is the second of JC's allotted rope breaks.

Jake Steel: Dear Christ, this is boring as hell. Can we hurry this up, please?

X-Terminator allows JC to use the ropes to get up, but charges in, looking to clothesline his opponent to the outside. JC senses it coming, though, and tries for a back body drop to the outside as a counter. X-T grabs the top rope and hangs on to it as he lands on the apron, wincing slightly as his left leg is jarred. JC swings a kick through the ropes, connecting solidly on the leg of the champion before hooking up X-T and attempting a suplex back into the ring. X-Terminator manages to escape out the back, still with a slightly noticeable limp favoring his left side as he grabs JC in a rear waist lock and hits a released German suplex! The challenger is folded like an accordion as X-T scrambles into a cover:

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Right shoulder off the mat at two and a quarter. Relentless, X-Terminator grabs hold of the legs of JC and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf. He doesn't have the move cinched in well, though, as there's plenty of separation between him and his opponent.

Caelan Tyler: I don't think that hold's locked in. X-T really needs to sit back on him here.

Jake Steel: No, they need to break out the chairs and start wrecking shit.

The extra space turns out to be a deal-breaker for X-T, as his opponent is able to lift his upper body up quite easily, giving his legs the leverage needed to pull X-T off of him without using his final rope break. JC tries to regain a vertical base, but an elbow drop to the small of the back stops that. X-Terminator begins to stomp at the right leg of his opponent for a few moments, further weakening the limb before finally pulling JC to his feet. Irish whip attempt by the champion, reversed by JC. Off the rebound, the champion looks for a running clothesline, but is instead picked up and drilled with a spinebuster that would make enforcers around the world happy! Cover by JC:

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Two and a half only, as the right shoulder somehow pops up.

Jake Steel: Finally! Something that isn't a boring-ass submission hold!

Caelan Tyler: That impact may have just spelled the beginning of the end!

With the advantage firmly on his side, JC grabs hold of X-T and manages to lock in a Sharpshooter submission! JC cranks back on the hold for all that he's worth as X-Terminator screams in pain, trying to find some way out of this. In a fit of desperation, he grabs hold of the bottom rope, but the camera catches the ref telling the champion that he's used all of his rope breaks; the ref does not have to break the hold.

Caelan Tyler: Now this is great awareness by JC. He knows that X-Terminator can't rely on a forced rope break, and this can only serve to wear the champion down further!

Jake Steel: Boring!

JC pulls back some more on the legs and sits down harder on the back of the champion, who is now in a very bad way. With one hand still on the bottom rope, he reaches out and grabs the rope with the other hand as well. Slowly, he reaches up, grabs hold of the middle rope with his right arm, relieving just a bit of pressure on his back and legs. As his left arm also comes up, he is now in a position of leverage that with the last bit of willpower he has left, he throws his legs out straight, causing the break to occur! JC staggers forward for a step or two and then turns around, livid that somehow X-T found a way to escape. The challenger rushes in, ready to tear X-Terminator a new one, but X-T somehow finds the wherewithal to hit a spear on JC! Both men are down as the referee begins his mandatory ten-count.

Caelan Tyler: Ingenious counter to the submission by the champion, and he may have just got himself back into the match!

Jake Steel: Please tell me it's almost over, Caelan.

Caelan Tyler: Doesn't look that way.

Jake Steel: Dammit!

Both men are incredibly slow to get to their feet, with the challenger able to make it first at the count of seven. The champion is up a few moments later, favoring his right leg as JC closes in and nails a shot to the face of X-Terminator. The Legacy champ responds with a left forearm of his own, but is quickly overpowered by JC, who manages to back X-T into the center of the ring. The challenger charges in, but X-T hits a drop toe hold and manages to lock in an STF! The challenger is in serious trouble as he reaches for the ropes not even a foot away from his outstretched hand. Digging an elbow into the mat, he moves forward just enough to get to the ropes, forcing the ref to finally break the hold.

Caelan Tyler: That was the last of JC's rope breaks. Neither man has any left.

Jake Steel: And we care because...?

With no more rope breaks available to either man, it's come down to a war of attrition as both men face each other again. The two warriors close in on each other, but JC gets the first shot in with a kick to the gut of X-T, doubling him over. JC then hoists the champion up into a fireman's carry as the crowd starts to boo, realizing what may be in store.

Caelan Tyler: The challenger looking for his fireman's carry to sit-out spinebuster, the Solitaire Unraveling!

Jake Steel: ...I like that name. It sounds like ABUSE!

X-T struggles for a moment, and gets out of the predicament by sliding down the backside and hitting a modified Sunset Flip! Referee in position for the count:

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Thr--shoulder up at two and three-quarters! JC gets to his feet, looking downright pissed that his finisher was just averted. He charges at X-T again, and again gets caught in an STF! JC's close to the ropes and grabs on, but once more the ref informs the challenger that he also has no more rope breaks left. Undaunted, JC tries to take a page out of the champion's book, using the ropes to lift himself to his knees, yet X-Terminator still has the hold locked in, also on his knees! Thinking quickly, X-T yanks back on the head of JC and both men go over, the hold STILL locked in! JC is how hanging in the air, with the STF still applied to him as X-T cranks the hold for all he's got! The challenger can't get to the ropes, and cannot find a way to break the hold that the champion simply refuses to release. Finally he has no choice but to tap, as the bell sounds!

Zach King: Here is your winner, and STILL NLW Legacy Champion...X-TERMINATOR!

Caelan Tyler: X-T retains in a surprisingly great technical bout.

Jake Steel: Was a total yawn fest for me.

Caelan Tyler: Leave it to you to not enjoy an excellent match.

Jake Steel: Bah!

The scene cuts backstage, where yelling can be heard.

???: I AM NOT WEARING THIS!

The camera turns, revealing the person yelling to be none other than OWF competitor Greg Jackson, who is wearing a purple GUTS style outfit, and looks rather livid about it.

Greg Jackson: I'm not wearing purple! Why do I gotta wear purple?! It's 'cause I'm black, isn't it?!?

A nearby stage hand just shakes her head.

Stage Hand: No Mr. Jackson, it's because you're from the OWF. Jack let the others pick their colors first.

Greg Jackson: Oh that's just BULLSHIT! Y'all gonna hear from my lawyers! This is discrimination!

Greg continues to rant and rave as the scene cuts back to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: Greg sounds PISSED.

Jake Steel: I would be too if I had to wear purple.

Caelan Tyler: Purple isn't such a bad color...

Jake Steel: Says you.

Fans boo as a random guy in a confederate outfit walks out with the Confederate Flag waving. He comes all the way down to the ring and then turns and walks back up. As he is half way back up 'Country Boy Can Survive' begins to play as the fans begin to boo as C.W Buford walks out first followed by T.W Haywood. C.W Buford is wearing a white T-Shirt with a confederate flag along with his wrestling tights. T.W Haywood on the other hand, his shirt says 'Tuesday's Gone' and he is visibly chewing tobacco. They walk to the ring with C.W turning around to say a few words to T.W who just nods in agreement. C.W Buford enters the ring as T.W unceremoniously spits his tobacco out on the floor and raises his hands before entering the ring.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the NLW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, weighing a combined 589 pounds... CW Buford and T.W. Haywood... SOUTHERN COMFORT!

Caelan Tyler: This is SoCo's first 'official' appearance since the Tag Team Tournament held at Uprising 10, back in the beginning of June.

Jake Steel: Now these are a couple of guys I can get behind! They know how to bring the ABUSE!

Close Friends' by Adema begins to play and a ying-yang appears on the big screen as strobe lights fill the arena, flickering on and off. Onto the ramp walks Talon and The Jackrabbit side-by-side, their eyes scanning the crowd. The Jackrabbit tips back his head and begins to laugh, and Talon gives him a look from the corner of his eyes, a piece of lead-piping in one hand. Talon walks now to the ring, followed closely by The Jackrabbit who skips along behind him. Talon slides under the ropes into the ring, as The Jackrabbit bounces onto the apron and climbs through the middle rope. Talon climbs the nearest turnbuckle, holding his arms out as The Jackrabbit crosses the ring and leaps onto the opposite, lifting two index fingers and giving his salute to the crowd. Both men then return to their feet, and Talon tosses his lead-piping to ringside. The referee then takes the Tag titles from around their waists.

Zach King: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 536 pounds, the reigning NLW Tag Team Champions: TALON and THE JACKRABBIT... FUSION!

Caelan Tyler: The champions have overcome every obstacle thrown at them so far.

Jake Steel: Somehow, I think it ends tonight!

As both members of Fusion turn around to face their opponents, Southern Comfort charges in with fists flying, not even allowing the champions to take their belts off as the bell sounds to begin this championship bout. After about a minute or so, both members of Fusion are sent outside by right hands from their opponents. The challengers are showing that they mean business tonight as the Seattle crowd jeers them.

Caelan Tyler: Southern Comfort showing that they have come for a fight.

Jake Steel: And everyone knows the South loves a good fight!

The champs take a few moments to collect themselves, and then approach the ring. Talon slides in as Buford is finally forced outside by the official, leaving Haywood as the legal man in the contest. Finally down to one-a-side in the ring, Haywood doesn't waste any time as he nails Talon with a stiff right hand, knocking down The Enigma with one blow. He then charges in and lays the boots to his opponent, stomping away until Talon gets to the ropes for a break. The referee has to literally force himself between Talon and Haywood to cause the break, allowing the champ to regain his bearings.

Caelan Tyler: I do not envy the referee in this match; he's got a hell of a job ahead of him.

Jake Steel: Yeah, to get out of the way when the ABUSE starts to fly!

The camera can pick up Haywood calling the ref a 'nancy boy' before hauling Talon back up to his feet and raking the eyes for good measure. He tags in Buford, and looks to leave Talon wide open for a couple of free shots until The Enigma hits a short back elbow and gets to the other half of the ring. Jackrabbit reaches out for a tag, wanting to get into the match, and after a moment's hesitation Talon does indeed make the switch. In comes the other half of the tag champs as the crowd pops. 'Rabbit keeps his distance from Buford to begin, trying to utilize his speed advantage, but finds that in all the maneuvering that Buford has backed him into a corner. The Southern man charges in, looking for a running elbow, but 'Rabbit ducks out of the way and begins to pepper Buford with right hands, trying to stun him. A shove from Buford breaks that, as Jackrabbit gets pushed to about mid-ring. Buford charges out, but gets caught in a drop toehold before Jackrabbit applies a side headlock to immobilize his opponent.

Caelan Tyler: So far, Jackrabbit seems to be all business tonight.

Jake Steel: God, no purple nurples, that's all I ask.

Buford tries to reach a hand up to rake the eyes of Jackrabbit, but doesn't have the angle he needs to make it happen. Slowly, he begins to get up to his feet, looking to find a way to cause a break, when 'Rabbit wrenches on the head again and pulls Buford over to the corner, allowing Talon to make the tag. Double-team Irish whip sends Buford across the ring, and into a double hip toss on the rebound. Talon goes for the cover as 'Rabbit exits the ring, but only gets one as Buford easily powers out of it. The Tag champ waits for his opponent to get to his feet before landing a heavy right hand that staggers Buford back a couple of steps. A second does the same, pushing Buford into a neutral corner. Irish Whip across the ring by Talon, who charges right behind Buford and hits him almost immediately upon impact with a clothesline in the corner! The man from the South staggers out of the corner, and Talon drops him with a DDT that almost makes the ring bounce! Cover by the champion:

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Haywood in to kick Talon in the back of the head to force the break! The referee turns to force Haywood out of the ring as Talon pulls Buford to his feet--low blow by Buford, with the ref's back turned! Talon falls to the match, groaning in pain as Buford manages to make his way to the corner to tag in his partner. Haywood steps into the ring at the same time that Talon reaches and tags the outstretched hand of Jackrabbit. 'Rabbit steps between the ropes, but get caught by a left hand that almost sends the Tag champ back to the outside!

Caelan Tyler: What a cheap shot by T.W. Haywood!

Jake Steel: I approve of said cheap shot. Do it again!

There is a bona fide smirk on Haywood's face as he grabs Jackrabbit and hauls him away from the Fusion corner. The Unorthodox One breaks the grip Haywood has on him, and starts landing lefts and rights to try to stagger the big man. Haywood is pushed back into the ropes, as Jackrabbit tries for an Irish whip--reversed by Haywood. Off the rebound, T.W. looks for a clothesline, which 'Rabbit ducks under, still on the run. Off the second rebound, the same thing happens. Off the third, 'Rabbit leaps into the air and lands a cross body block that he holds into a pinning situation. However, it nets only a one as Haywood easily powers out of it. Jackrabbit is quick to get to his feet, looking for more high-speed offense as he comes off the ropes, only to be low-bridged as C.W. Buford pulls the top rope down while the referee was checking on Haywood! These shenanigans bring Talon into the ring, and as the ref tries to force Talon back to the outside, Buford grabs the head of Jackrabbit and slams it into the steel post!

Jake Steel: WHOOO!

Caelan Tyler: Underhanded tactics by the challengers, and the champs may be in jeopardy!

Moving quickly, Buford throws 'Rabbit back into the ring, and gets up on the apron itself as the ref finally gets Talon out of the ring and turns to the action. Haywood yanks his opponent to his feet by the hair and lands a right hand to the temple of Jackrabbit, staggering him back into the Southern Comfort corner. Tag is made, as C.W. Buford comes back into the ring, and both challengers proceed to kick and stomp Jackrabbit into a heap on the mat, finally ceasing a few moments before the referee can finish his five-count. A moment later, C.W. kneels down and begins to blatantly choke the Tag champion, once more stopping mere moments before the ref gets to five. Buford steps away, hands raised in mock innocence as the ref berates him for his illegal actions. This allows Haywood to wrap a meaty hand around the throat of 'Rabbit, continuing to choke the holy hell out of the champion. He lets go just in time as the ref turns back to the action. Buford pulls Jackrabbit back to his feet, and promptly slams him to the mat before stomping on the head of his opponent. The crowd jeers the tactic, sound as it may be, as Jackrabbit finally manages to reach the ropes and force a break. The respite is only momentary, though, as C.W. drapes 'Rabbit's head on the middle rope and presses down on the neck, choking him with the assistance of the ring itself. Again, the ref starts a count, and Buford breaks just before the count of five.

Caelan Tyler: Southern Comfort trying every dirty trick in the book to maintain the advantage.

Jake Steel: Caelan, that's what the five-count is for.

C.W. gets off of 'Rabbit, turns to Talon, and gives him a good old-fashioned one-finger Southern salute. Talon jumps into the ring to take umbrage, but the ref is forced to make Talon exit the squared circle. As the ref's attention is diverted, Buford goes back to pressing Jackrabbit's throat against the ropes, while Haywood wanders over and begins kicking the head of Jackrabbit while he's being choked out. Talon practically shouts at the ref to turn around, but to no avail as the ref continues to deal with the other half of the champions. Finally, Talon does the smart thing and exits the ring, as both members of Southern Comfort stop their illegal tactics before the ref sees them.

Jake Steel: Bwahahahaha! I'm loving this team more and more every moment!

Caelan Tyler: While you might not approve of their tactics, so far they have been effective in isolating one-half of the champions.

'Rabbit's face is beet-red as Buford pulls him up and backs him into the Southern Comfort corner. Tag is made, and in comes Haywood, who stands in the center of the ring. Buford grabs Jackrabbit's wrist and Irish whips him towards his partner, who looks to hit White Lightening. Somehow, 'Rabbit senses it coming, manages to roll under the offending arm, and makes a leaping hot tag to Talon! The crowd erupts as The Enigma comes into the ring and drops Haywood with a right hand. Buford comes over and eats a right hand for his trouble as well, and a second that backs him into the ropes. Haywood comes in from behind, but Talon senses this and catches T.W. in the mush with a back elbow before clotheslining Buford over the top rope and to the floor.

Caelan Tyler: Talon on fire here after the tag!

Jake Steel: Come on, guys! Don't let him beat you like this!

Now only having the one opponent to deal with, Talon whips Haywood into the opposite ropes, catching the Southerner flush with a big boot to the face on the return. T.W. falls to the mat as Talon drops into a cover:

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Buford in to make the save as Haywood gets a shoulder up as well. From the other side of the ring, here comes Jackrabbit with a leaping clothesline that sends Buford back down to the mat! All four men are now in the ring, brawling in opposite corners as the referee seems to have given up on restoring order for the time being.

Caelan Tyler: And this, folks, is why I don't envy the ref. All hell has broken loose in Seattle!

Jake Steel: Oh, man, I'm enjoying this.

Talon has gotten the upper hand against Haywood, while Jackrabbit has done the same with Buford. Both members of Fusion glance at each other before whipping their respective opponents towards each other. Both members of Southern Comfort manage to reverse the whips, though, and it's Fusion who are whipped towards each other. Thinking fast, Talon drops to all fours as Jackrabbit leaps off of Talon's back, hitting a leg lariat on T.W. Haywood and sending him to the outside! The crowd erupts as Fusion finally gets the numbers advantage, and the heels are in trouble. A kick from Talon proceeds a double-team whip into the ropes, and a double clothesline on the rebound. The Enigma makes a gesture to The Unorthodox One, who nods once. Fusion proceeds to back Buford into the corer before retreating to the opposite side of the ring. Talon looks to whip Jackrabbit across the ring, but 'Rabbit instead uses that momentum to pull Talon across the ring, sending the larger man towards Buford. Haywood has gotten into the ring and charges towards the running Talon—Talon ducks a White Lightening attempt, but the poor referee is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and nearly gets decapitated by the devastating lariat! The ref falls to the mat, twitching almost lifelessly as the fight erupts all over again between the four individuals.

Jake Steel: YES! Time for some grade-A quality ABUSE!

Caelan Tyler: Can we get some EMTs out here for the ref? Somebody?

With the referee out of it, T.W. Haywood grabs Jackrabbit and chucks him to the outside of the ring. Haywood follows right behind him, but 'Rabbit kicks the Southerner in the gut to buy a moment's reprieve. Inside the ring, Buford gets doubled over with a kick from Talon, who comes off the ropes and looks for the Bloody Talons axe kick. Buford gets out of the way, though, and lands his own kick right in the family jewels of Talon! The larger of the champions collapses to the mat, holding his crotch as C.W. slides out of the ring and forcibly evicts Zach King from his chair before taking it for himself. Across the way, Jackrabbit whips Haywood into the security barrier, before charging in with a clothesline that sends the challenger into the front row, ringside! Most of the fans scatter on impact, but cheer as 'Rabbit enters his pose, wiggling his fingers above his head. He doesn't notice the crowd trying to point out that he's about to be ambushed, but finds out the hard way a moment later as Buford cracks the chair over the back of the head of the champion!

Jake Steel: WHOOOOOOO!

Caelan Tyler: That was a sickening thud as steel fought flesh and bone, and steel won!

Jake Steel: ABUSE!

'Rabbit collapses in a heap, barely moving as C.W. shouts to anyone in the crowd who will listen that 'the South has gone up and done again!' Haywood is starting to stir a bit, starting to get himself to a vertical base. Buford raises the chair again, looking to drive Jackrabbit's head through the arena floor, but cannot complete the attempt as Talon has recovered and strikes C.W. in the small of the back with his lead piping! Both chair and challenger collapse in a heap as Talon rolls Buford onto his back and assumes a mount position, raining down right hands on his opponent before sticking one of the pieces of pipe against his throat, choking the life out of the opponent. After several seconds of this, Talon takes the pipe and cracks Buford in the head with it from short range, causing a laceration to form on the head of the challenger.

Jake Steel: There's blood, but the wrong guy is bleeding! Come on, SoCo!

Caelan Tyler: If anyone can hear me in the back, I'm being serious. We need medics out here for the ref!

Jake Steel: Who cares? You snooze, you lose, and he definitely lost!

The sight of blood seems to set off the Enigma, as he rains down right hands on a near-helpless Buford. Behind him, Jackrabbit is starting to stir as Haywood finally gets back over the security barrier and grabs a cup of beer from one of the fans at ringside. Talon finally stands, satisfied for the moment with his handiwork as he turns to deal with the other half of the challengers. Haywood is ready for this, and throws the contents of the cup into Talon's eyes, blinding the champion! The Enigma staggers back, the alcohol stinging his eyes as Haywood picks up the chair and swings at Talon. The champion ducks out of instinct and the chair impacts the steel ring post instead, sending painful vibrations into the hands of the challenger.

Caelan Tyler: This has degenerated into a barroom brawl on the outside of the ring!

Jake Steel: You can say that again...

Caelan Tyler: This has degenerated into--

Jake Steel: We get it, Caelan!

Grabbing the head of Haywood, Talon sends him head-first into the steel steps, the echo reverberating throughout the arena. A fan in the front row calls out to Talon, holding a bottle of water. The Enigma takes the water and douses his eyes with it, clearing the alcohol from his eyes. With half a bottle left, he picks up Haywood and forces his mouth open, sending the pure water into the mouth and throat of the challenger as the crowd pops for the truly unorthodox move!

Caelan Tyler: ...Well, that's something you don't see every day in a wrestling match...

Haywood collapses to the floor, looking like he may be physically ill from having something non-alcoholic forced into his body as Talon diverts his attention to C.W. Buford. Buford has finally gotten to all fours, the blood still covering his face from the lead pipe shot. Talon picks up his opponent and drives a stiff right hand into the bloodied face of the challenger. Buford turns from the impact, and gets walloped by the steel chair being swung by Jackrabbit! Both challengers are down on the outside of the ring as Fusion stands tall for the moment. Inside the ring, almost forgotten, the referee is still down and has not moved since tasting Haywood's White Lightening earlier on.

Caelan Tyler: Fusion in total control here, but the ref is still out! Where the hell are the EMTs?

Jake Steel: Who cares? I say let them fight!

Jackrabbit throws Buford into the ring, and slides in immediately thereafter. Talon turns to climb up onto the apron, but gets turned inside out courtesy of White Lightening from Haywood! Talon collapses in a heap as Haywood continues around the ring, grabbing the title belts from the timekeeper at ringside. Within the squared circle, Jackrabbit is trying to revive the referee with very minimal success as Buford starts to get to a vertical base. 'Rabbit sees this out of the corner of his vision, and turns to deal with the imminent threat. Behind him, Haywood slides into the ring, title in hand, and charges the champion, whacking him in the back of the head with the fourteen-pound belt! Jackrabbit collapses in a heap, barely moving as Buford staggers back against the ropes, still trying to regain his equilibrium.

Caelan Tyler: Another cheap shot by Southern Comfort, and that quickly they are in command!

Jake Steel: ABUSE! Get him, boys!

Once again, Haywood goes to the outside, this time grabbing another beer from a ringside fan. The disgust on his face at the look of it shows that he'd much rather prefer his own kind of alcohol. Carefully, he enters the ring and proceeds to up-end the entire cup over the head of the official. This finally gets the referee moving, after nearly ten to fifteen minutes of absolute chaos in and around the ringside area. While the referee gets his bearings, Buford walks over to where Jackrabbit is slowly starting to stir. The champion is grabbed by the head, and driven into the title belt face-first as C.W. gives the Salute to General Lee! Haywood grabs the Confederate flag hanging in their corner, draping it over the body of the fallen champion as the crowd really lets the challengers hear their displeasure.

Caelan Tyler: Now that's just disrespectful!

Jake Steel: Oh, this is priceless! I'm loving every minute of this!

Buford goes into a lateral press, not even bothering to hook the leg as the ref slowly gets into position and painstakingly makes the count:

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Thre--left shoulder comes off the mat! Somehow Jackrabbit makes like a country boy and survives!

Caelan Tyler: He kicked out! Somehow Jackrabbit managed to get a shoulder up!

Jake Steel: Dammit...

Infuriated, Buford picks up the referee, kicks him below the belt one time and then delivers his second SGL of the match. The referee gets spiked as Buford is heard calling the referee a 'nancy boy queer.' Both members of Southern Comfort, now infuriated beyond all belief, pick up Jackrabbit off the mat. Buford gets the champ into a piledriver hook-up, with Haywood standing nearby.

Caelan Tyler: Enough is enough! Not a spike piledriver to boot; that might kill the man!

Jake Steel: Shut up, Caelan! I approve of this turn of events!

C.W. Buford grabs the torso of 'Rabbit, ready to lift him up when Talon, all but forgotten after tasting White Lightening on the outside, grabs the heel of Haywood and slides him out of the ring. 'Rabbit falls to a knee, and a blatant low blow uppercut stuns the challenger! The champ grabs the head of Buford and rolls him into a small package, but there's no refer--wait! A second official is sprinting down the ramp and slides into the ring, with the pin still being held!

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The bell sounds as the arena nearly explodes, as 'Close Friends' hit the speakers. Jackrabbit rolls to the outside as Haywood finally gets back into the ring, a few seconds too late.

Zach King: Here are your winners, and STILL the NLW Tag Team Champions...Talon and the Jackrabbit... FUSION!!

Caelan Tyler: That was a hell of a fight, but Fusion held on, officially becoming the longest reigning champions in NLW history!

Jake Steel: SoCo got ROBBED!

Caelan Tyler: Only you would think that Jake.

Jake Steel: BAH!

The scene cuts to Jack Sullivan's office, where the owner of NLW is on the phone.

Jack Sullivan: Well CJ, looks like the last one of your people who's still got a shot to pick up a victory here is Greg Jackson.

A muffled response can be heard, but not enough to make out what is said.

Jack Sullivan: I bet you're not happy, but them's the breaks. My boys show up on your show and dominate, your guys come to mine and stink up the joint.

More muffled conversation.

Jack Sullivan: Oh really? I say you put your money where your mouth is. I'll let you book the next Uprising, and I'll book Addiction sometime... Let's say December 8th.

Again, we cannot make out the response.

Jack Sullivan: Done. See you at Addiction on the 8th.

With that, Jack hangs up the phone as the scene cuts to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: Did you hear that? CJ's booking Uprising!

Jake Steel: Crazy.

Caelan Tyler: And Jack's going to book Addiction!

Jake Steel: Finally, some quality programming there!

The scene cuts to the area where the Aggro Crag itself is set up; separated away from the rest of the arena due to its massive size. A hush falls over the crowd as the lights start to dim in the area, and the rock begins its ominous glow.

Zach King: The following match is the Aggro Crag match and is for the Anarchy X Championship! Introducing first, our special guest announcer for this match... MIKE O'MALLEY!

The fans cheers as a spotlight shines down on Mike O'Malley, who waits for the crowd to quiet down before continuing.

Mike O'Malley: Yes, it's time for the Aggro Crag. The mountain is coming to life now, and there could be slime floods, rocks can fall, snow can start spraying in your face, you can slip on a ledge, anything can happen here! Now, with the rules of the competition, here's our special guest referee Mo.

Mo: Thanks Mike. Competitors will start at the sound of my whistle. Each competitor has an identical side of the mountain to climb and cannot cross over to another competitor's side. Each competitor must set off each of the six actuators on their side of the mountain. First competitor who activates all six actuators will win the Anarchy X championship and a glowing piece of that awesome rock.

Mike O'Malley: Alright, participating in this match we have in purple Greg 'Big Black Guy' Jackson.

The crowd lets out a mix of cheers and jeers for the OWF competitor.

Mike O'Malley: In the blue we have The 'Cold As' Ice Man.

The fans boo loudly, and Ice Man taunts them as they do.

Mike O'Malley: And then in the red is the current Anarchy X Champion Jin 'The Whole Freakin' Show' Royale!

The crowd erupts at the announcement of Jin's name, and he takes it in before the match starts.

Mike O'Malley: And now Mo will announce the start of the match. Mo?

Mo: Alright, competitors ready?

The three men nod, prompting Mo to blow the whistle. Immediately each man springs into action, heading to their respective side of the mountain. The Aggro Crag begins to glow, and a rumbling from within it can be heard as the three reach the edge and begin their ascent.

Caelan Tyler: Well this is the start of what is certainly the most unique match we've ever had in NLW.

Jake Steel: I remember this show when I was a kid. They never accepted me to take part though, those pricks!

Caelan Tyler: Well apparently Jin Royale has climbed a similar structure in the past to prepare for a match, and Greg Jackson had actually been on the show as a child. One would think the experience that the other two have would put Ice Man at a disadvantage here.

Jake Steel: Hell no, he's bigger and meaner than the other two.

Caelan Tyler: While that's true, I'm not 100% sure that would matter here.

Jake Steel: I am!

Ice Man quickly makes his way up his side of the mountain, reaching the first actuator with ease before having a gust of air blow out from the Crag, knocking his hand loose. Undaunted, Ice Man hangs by one arm before he's able to regain his balance and continue his climb. Jin Royale is also making his way up with ease, but neither man is doing quite as well as Greg Jackson, who is up to the first of three platforms. Jin Royale gets onto this platform as well, but before he can fully pull himself up Greg begins to put the boots to him.

Caelan Tyler: It should be noted that because this is in fact a wrestling match the rules and Aggro Crag itself have been modified from their original state. There are three platforms now on the Aggro Crag where the competitors can duke it out to try to slow down their opponents.

Jake Steel: That means plenty of abuse!

Caelan Tyler: Indeed it does Jake, both from the Aggro Crag itself and the other competitors.

Jake Steel: They just gotta make sure enough of that abuse is pointed towards Jin. That guy sux.

Jin gets to his feet, and Greg quickly drills him with a reverse elbow, knocking him onto his back. Jin quickly pops back to his feet, and the two begin to trade rights. By this point Ice Man has made his way onto the platform, and both Jin and Greg stop what they are doing, turning their attention to Ice Man. As Ice Man gets to a vertical base, both men nail him with a superkick, sending him tumbling back down the mountain. Jin watches as Ice Man falls before Greg spins him around and punts him right in the family jewels, dropping the Anarchy X Champion like a bad habit.

Caelan Tyler: Vicious assault by Greg Jackson, really driving the point home that he wants the win here.

Jake Steel: YES! I think he punted Jin so damn hard his future kids will be feeling it!

Caelan Tyler: Quite possibly, but that was definitely painful to watch.

With both his opponents temporarily incapacitated, Greg makes a bee-line for his side to continue his climb. Below Ice Man is back on track with his crime, and although there isn't a mic close enough to pick up any sound it's fairly obvious that he's dropping four letter words as he pulls himself back up. Jin Royale, on the other hand, isn't moving at all, the effects of that attack keeping him on the platform. Greg continues his way up, hitting the actuator near him as he drudges on.

Caelan Tyler: Greg is getting a sizeable lead here after that low blow.

Jake Steel: Which is smart, only a fool wouldn't capitalize on something like that.

Caelan Tyler: Well, it is Greg Jackson...

Jake Steel: So?

Caelan Tyler: Well, he does silly/stupid things sometimes.

Jake Steel: Psh! Greg's awesome! I love his new single!

Caelan Tyler: ...That explains a lot actually.

Ice Man hauls himself onto the platform again, kicking Jin hard in the gut before continuing on, still letting out a string of profanities as he continues on. Greg meanwhile makes his way to the second platform, only for an avalanche of Styrofoam boulders to come crashing down on top of him. The first boulder hits him square in the forehead, and all Greg can do is watch helplessly as the barrage knocks his hands loose and he falls down the fall to the first platform. Greg lands hard, but pulls himself up, only to have Jin Royale spring into action, sending Greg back down onto the platform with a Fade to Black. Jin taunts the OWF competitor, the crowd cheering as he starts to make his way up the second section of the Crag.

Caelan Tyler: An avalanche of boulders just buried Greg Jackson, and a Fade to Black from Jin means that The Ice Man is now in the lead here.

Jake Steel: Keep climbing Ice Man, you can't let Jin retain!

Caelan Tyler: It's still early on here Jake, I think any of these competitors can come back and win this.

Jake Steel: Not Jin.

Caelan Tyler: Why not?

Jake Steel: Duh. He sux!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: See? You can't even defend him.

Caelan Tyler: Oy.

Jin quickly puts his speed to great use, climbing up the wall and reaching the second platform as Ice Man was about to start climbing up from it. Jin lunges at Ice Man, nailing him in the back with a stiff forearm. Ice Man turns his attention to Jin, and the two men start to trade blows before Ice Man cuts Jin off with a kneelift. Ice Man quickly follows it up with a body slam, looking to hurt the reigning Anarchy X champion. Jin pops right back up, and Ice Man lifts him onto his shoulders, looking for The Ice Pick. Jin's not having any of that though, and he quickly shifts himself, grabbing Ice Man's head and driving him down with a DDT. Down below, Greg has recovered enough to start his climb back up.

Caelan Tyler: Excellent counter there by Jin, who's starting to really pick up momentum here.

Jake Steel: BOO!

Caelan Tyler: Well he did ask for this match, so he must have some sort of ace up his sleeve for it.

Jake Steel: Cael, he's not even wearing sleeves.

Caelan Tyler: ...That's not the...

Jake Steel: Not the what Cael?

Caelan Tyler: ...Seriously? I have to answer that?

Greg reaches the second platform, ignoring the downed Ice Man and quickly starting the last leg of the trek, which Jin has already begun. Jin hits his last actuator before the final one at the top, his pace suggesting that the reigning Anarchy X Champion would stay that way when suddenly a massive deluge of green ooze seeps down from the top right onto Jin. Jin's grip quickly slips from the goop that flows over him, and he tumbles down to the second platform, where Ice Man glares at him, bad intentions no doubt in his mind.

Caelan Tyler: Uh oh, Jin lost his grip from that slime, and now he's got an angry Ice Man to deal with.

Jake Steel: ABUSE~! Make it happen Ice Man! I wanna see that punk get put out.

Caelan Tyler: Well Greg is still climbing, so even if Ice Man takes out Jin he still has to somehow beat Greg up the Crag.

Jake Steel: I don't care who wins between Ice Man and Greg so long as Jin loses.

Caelan Tyler: That would be your attitude towards this.

Jake Steel: Hell yes. I hate that guy.

Jin attempts to wipe the goo out of his eyes when Ice Man lifts him up onto his shoulders. Jin tries to free himself, but he's unable to see what he's doing and Ice Man quickly plants him with The Ice Pick! The crowd boos as Ice Man then shoves Jin over the ledge, sending the champ tumbling even further down the Aggro Crag. Ice Man then begins his climb up to the top. At the top, however, Greg pulls himself onto the final platform, charging forward and hitting the actuator at the top! He holds his arms up in celebration, yelling to the fans as Mo looks at him and shakes her head. Greg looks confused until Mo points down to the bottom of the Aggro Crag, to the unlit actuator that he forgot to hit. A look of sheer disgust crosses Greg's face when he realizes it's his worst nightmare, and he starts to argue with the referee. Mo refuses to be swayed though, and back down the Aggro Crag Greg has to go.

Caelan Tyler: Talk about a terrible time to get déjà vu.

Jake Steel: To get what now?

Caelan Tyler: Déjà vu. The feeling that you've been in a situation before.

Jake Steel: Sounds like a word you just made up to me.

Caelan Tyler: No, it's a real word Jake.

Jake Steel: I don't believe you.

Caelan Tyler: Look it up!

Jake Steel: No way, I'm not falling for that again. Gullible not in the dictionary my ass!

Caelan Tyler: Heh.

Greg notices Ice Man making his way up, so he goes down that way, sliding down the side and kicking one of Ice Man's hands loose. Greg holds onto one of the hand-holds, and he begins to trade punches with Ice Man. The two continue to trade blows until Ice swings himself, driving his head into Greg's chest and knocking him loose. Greg tumbles down to the second platform as Ice Man continues his climb, pulling himself to the top. Greg quickly goes up after him, but isn't fast enough as Ice Man hits the last actuator. A siren sounds, and the Aggro Crag begins to flash blue lights.

Mike O'Malley: Here is your winner and NEW Anarchy X Champion... THE ICE MAN!

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man did it!

Jake Steel: Yes! Jin sux! I called it! WHOO!

The boos are deafening as Mo straps the Anarchy X championship belt around Ice Man's waist before handing him the glowing piece of that awesome rock.

Caelan Tyler: Jin and Greg both put up a heck of a fight, but in the end Ice Man's strength ended up being the deciding factor, and now The Ice Man is the first ever 3 time Anarchy X champion.

Jake Steel: They might as well rename that belt in his honor.

Caelan Tyler: I don't think I'd go that far Jake.

Jake Steel: I would!

Backstage, Jack exits his office, carrying a box in his arms. Behind him are Skye Ricardo and Jordan Brock, who pull the office door shut.

Caelan Tyler: Tonight's the night boys. Get ready to enjoy yourselves.

The two men nod to Jack, who grins and walks away as the scene cuts to ringside, where the ring crew is finishing setting up the Equalizer dome.

Caelan Tyler: Cryptic message by Jack there.

Jake Steel: When is he not cryptic?

Caelan Tyler: Um, when he's yelling at someone?

Jake Steel: Exactly.

Caelan Tyler: ...And now it's time for our main event, The Equalizer! This match was used only once in NLW history before tonight, to determine the very first NLW Champion.

Jake Steel: Where Jack PWNED Andy Murray!

Caelan Tyler: Yes, well the object of this match is that the competitors must climb the inside of the dome to an opening to a platform about 12 feet in the air. From there, they must climb to the top of the dome and retrieve the NLW Championship belt to win the match and the title. The last match almost forced Andy Murray into retirement, as he fell off the platform through a table, severely injuring his back.

Jake Steel: He was just being a pussy!

Caelan Tyler: Riiiiiiight...

'Riot' by Three Days Grace hits, causing 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.

Zach King: The following match is an Equalizer match, and is for the New Legends of Wrestling Championship! Introducing first, the challenger... From Broken Arrow, Oklahoma... Weighing in at 221 pounds... He is the Gold Rush tournament winner... JOSH ALLEN!

Caelan Tyler: This is a huge opportunity for Josh Allen, who had to go through a wide range of opponents to reach this point.

Jake Steel: It won't matter, Aphrodisia will make mince-meat out of him here like she did last time they faced off.

Caelan Tyler: Well it is true that they did have a match several months back, but Josh Allen was also being bothered by a bum knee at the time. He doesn't have any sort of injury concerns tonight.

Jake Steel: Bum knee? We all know he faked that to duck out on facing Andy Murray.

Caelan Tyler: Says you.

Josh walks through the open door to the Equalizer dome, looking over the steel structure before sliding into the ring. He then climbs onto the second turnbuckle of the nearest ring post, sneering all the while. 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: To win the Gold Rush tournament, Josh Allen defeated Joey Vasco, Triple M, Jason Stone, Jin Royale and Talon, all solid competitors.

Jake Steel: He had some help.

Caelan Tyler: Last I checked, Aph had help to win the belt, now didn't she?

Jake Steel: Doesn't count!

Caelan Tyler: Why not?

Jake Steel: Um... It was unsolicited?

Caelan Tyler: And Jack's interference wasn't?

Jake Steel: Who knows?

Caelan Tyler: *Sighs*

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

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

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

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

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

Zach King: And his opponent, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana... Weighing in at 168 pounds... She is the current reigning New Legends of Wrestling Champion... APHRODISIA JORDAN!

Caelan Tyler: Aphrodisia defeated The Ice Man to win the championship, and she's had it throughout the tournament, meaning she's had plenty of time to scout potential opponents.

Jake Steel: Which is why I won't be betting against her. She's mean and she's crazy. Potent combination.

Caelan Tyler: She's not unbeatable though, and I think Josh can pull it off.

Jake Steel: You would. Fan boy.

Josh Allen scowls at the sight of Aphrodisia, who seems to ignore him as the referee signals for the stage hands to chain shut the door of the dome. Aph looks up at the opening to the platform on the outside, about 12 feet above the ground. She then turns her attention to Josh Allen who continues to scowl. Aphrodisia smirks as the bell rings, casually striding over to Allen, who stands motionless. The two stare at each other for a moment before Aph rears back and slaps the taste right out of JA's mouth. Allen rubs his jaw for a moment before returning the favor with a slap of his own. Aph quickly loses it, pouncing onto Allen and knocking him over, raking at his face and head. Allen covers himself up as Aph continues her assault, clawing for a few more moments before settling down and turning it into haymakers. After a few more seconds of that, Aph stops, getting up and grabbing Allen by the hair, yanking him to his feet. Once up, Aphrodisia delivers a stiff knee to Allen's gut, dropping him down. With him on his own knees, Aph quickly drives an elbow into the back of the challenger's neck.

Caelan Tyler: Aphrodisia off to a quick start here, just letting Allen have it after the opening bell.

Jake Steel: He gave her the slap of DISRESPECT, so she returned the disrespect.

Caelan Tyler: Only after she slapped him first.

Jake Steel: Do as she says, not as she does, and Aph says respect!

Caelan Tyler: She's not one to show respect.

Jake Steel: Who says she has to show it? She's the champ!

Allen tries to gets up from his position, but Aph quickly makes him taste mat with a spinning heel kick. With Allen down, Aphrodisia makes her way to the side of the dome to start her climb up. Allen shakes the cobwebs and charges forward, shoving Aph into the side of the dome. With Aph knocked off-balance, Allen wraps and arm around her waist and pulls her backwards, slamming her into the mat with a back suplex. Aph arches her back in pain from the impact, and Allen swiftly yanks her up, lifting her and dropping her across his knee with a backbreaker, holding her across his knee to try to dig it deeper into her back.

Caelan Tyler: Allen with a backbreaker to try to wear down the high flying Aphrodisia.

Jake Steel: Dude, all that's going to do is piss her off.

Caelan Tyler: It seems like a sound strategy to me Jake.

Jake Steel: Well maybe, but any strategy that doesn't involve screaming like a girl and cowering in terror is going to piss off Aph.

Caelan Tyler: I don't think Allen had Aph's mood in mind here Jake.

Jake Steel: He should, that bitch is DANGEROUS.

Releasing Aph and letting her fall to the mat, Allen quickly rolls her onto her stomach before stomping her lower back, continuing to apply pressure to that area. He then grabs her legs and pulls them up while crouching back, locking her into a Boston crab. Aph yells out in pain as Allen continues to wrench back, contorting Aph's body. Aph pounds the mat before trying to twist herself to try to get into a position where she could get free, but Allen holds fast, cranking up the pressure on her back. The crowd boos Allen as he continues, but he ignores them, instead focusing on trying to hurt Aph as much as possible.

Caelan Tyler: That Boston crab looks painful.

Jake Steel: Good thing Aph is a contortionist and she's faking the pain there.

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: Dude, she totally is. You didn't know?

Caelan Tyler: How the hell?

Jake Steel: Well it must be true, because Aph is awesome and won't lose to that poseur Josh Allen.

Caelan Tyler: *Sighs*

Satisfied that he's neutralized Aphrodisia at least temporarily, Allen releases the hold, taunting the crowd before making his way to the dome side. Allen inspects it before climbing to the top turnbuckle, using it to get himself a head-start with climbing. While Allen is doing this, Aph starts to stir, clutching her back in pain before slowly realizing that Allen is making his escape. It's slow going for him though, as while he might've been the original designer of the match Allen had never actually tried to climb the dome side. Aph gets to her feet, and scampers over to the turnbuckle that Allen was using to try to get up, climbing it and clubbing Allen across the back. This stops Allen in his tracks, and Aph yanks on his tights, pulling him down to the same height as her. Allen attempts to shove her off, but she dodges his clumsy move and grabs his head, slamming him face-first into the dome. The blow knocks Allen silly, and he falls to the mat.

Caelan Tyler: Allen tried to escape from the Equalizer, but Aph was able to cut him off there, although who knows what sort of shape her back is in now.

Jake Steel: I do! 'Aesthetically pleasing'.

Caelan Tyler: What?

Jake Steel: Means she's easy on the eyes. Are you that blind in your worship at the Altar of Allen? Sheesh.

Caelan Tyler: No, I'm just shocked you knew such a big word.

Jake Steel: ...Your--

Caelan Tyler: No Jake, YOUR MOM.

Jake Steel: ...

With Allen on the mat, Aph shifts her own position on the turnbuckles, taking measure and launching off, slamming into Allen's prone form with Twisted Loathing. Both competitors lie motionless on the mat for a few moments, each one trying to regain their composure. Aph is the first to recover, and she drills Allen with a hard elbow as he struggles to his feet. She then quickly whips him across the ring, and catches him with a picture perfect dropkick when he bounces back. Allen pops back up, watching as Aph backs up a bit to be closer to the ropes. Allen then charges at her, but she bends down, using his own momentum against him with a back body drop that slams him hard into the side of the dome.

Caelan Tyler: Aph solidly in control here after she put her speed advantage to good use, which is going to be key for her to do in a match against the stronger and more technically-sound Josh Allen.

Jake Steel: Regardless of whether or not Allen 'designed' this match, I think it favors Aph.

Caelan Tyler: What do you mean?

Jake Steel: Well she's vicious. Obv.

Caelan Tyler: ...And?

Jake Steel: We know she can and will do anything to hold onto that belt, your Skye Ricardo Fan Club buddy in there hasn't proven that he's willing to pull out all the stops yet.

Caelan Tyler: We'll see Jake, I think Allen's still got plenty of surprises here for Aph.

Jake Steel: I hope they aren't clips of a new Sky Ricardo movie guest starring him. That would be horrific.

Caelan Tyler: ...

With Allen down and against the dome Aph takes action, pulling him to his feet and again slamming him into the steel, attempting to wear him down much like he attempted to wear her down earlier. She then dropkicks him into the side, continuing to take advantage of the dome structure. Allen falls to the mat, and Aph kicks him in the ribs before turning her attention back to climbing the dome. Aph turns to walk away, but Allen reaches out, grabbing her by the boot and keeping her in place. Aph looks down at him before stomping him a few more times and hauling him to his feet, nailing him with a Purrfect Ending.

Caelan Tyler: Aph just drilled Allen with that Pele style kick, and she's been just dominating the match since she pulled Allen down from his attempt to climb the dome.

Jake Steel: Allen's just no match for the champ. He wasn't the last time they faced off and he isn't here.

Caelan Tyler: Give it time Jake, Allen will be able to get back into this, just you watch.

Jake Steel: I'd be shocked and amazed if he did. Aph's got this on lock down now. Only a matter of time before she retrieves the belt.

Caelan Tyler: She still needs to actually get out of the dome to retrieve it.

Jake Steel: Psh, minor detail!

Caelan Tyler: ...Yes Jake, the whole objective to winning the match is a 'minor detail'.

Jake Steel: Exactly!

With Allen sufficiently incapacitated, Aph again makes her way to the dome side, starting to scale up the structure. Josh Allen starts to stir as Aph struggles to get a solid foot hold with her steel-toed boots. After being a bit unsure of her footing to start, Aph starts to make good progress, pulling herself up and grabbing the top of the exit to the platform. As she reaches up to try to haul herself up Josh Allen grabs her foot, pulling hard and dragging her back down into the ring. Aph quickly gets to her feet, where Allen stops her dead in her tracks with a thumb to the eye. Aph stumbles back, and Allen grabs her, taking her down with a swinging neckbreaker!

Caelan Tyler: Allen able to use the time it was taking Aph to scale up the dome to recover and get control back in the match.

Jake Steel: Only a slight delay in Aph's continuing dominance of NLW. She'll get this back under wraps real quick, just you watch and see.

Caelan Tyler: Well the only thing I see right now is her on the mat and Allen standing tall.

Allen drags Aphrodisia up by her hair, tossing her into the steel. Allen then lifts her up, hooking her head and grabbing her belt before heaving her up with a vertical suplex, holding it for a few seconds before falling back, slamming her again into the steel. Allen takes a few moments to taunt the crowd before grabbing Aph and spiking her skull-first into the mat with an implant DDT.

Caelan Tyler: Allen's taking advantage on the Equalizer dome here, using it to put the hurt on Aph.

Jake Steel: Cheap!

Caelan Tyler: What? Aph was doing it too.

Jake Steel: It was okay when she was doing it.

Caelan Tyler: ...So if she does things like that it's fine, but when Allen does you cry foul?

Jake Steel: Exactly.

Caelan Tyler: Whatever Jake.

Allen continues to taunt the fans as he starts to climb up the side of the dome, once again looking to make his escape. Hauling himself up, Allen grabs the platform's ledge, trying to get onto it when Aph has finally recovered enough to spring into action, throwing herself into him, causing him to lose his grip and slide down, crotching himself on the top rope! Allen yells out in anguish as Aph dropkicks him, knocking him head-first into the steel! JA falls to the mat, and the reigning champ quickly pulls him up and hits her Cat's Cradle piledriver! That burst of offense seems to have taken a lot out of Aphrodisia as well, as both competitors are left lying in the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Desperation burst of offense there by Aph, putting Allen down, but she's not moving either!

Jake Steel: She's just catching her breath, she's got this in the bag now!

Caelan Tyler: If she's going to capitalize on this flurry of offense she needs to do it fast. Allen's not someone you can dawdle against.

Jake Steel: ...Did you just say dawdle?

Caelan Tyler: Yes, why?

Jake Steel: ...That word is so terrible, you should be ashamed!

Both competitors lie motionless as the crowd is on its feet, not particularly rooting for either competitor but never the less enjoying the match. Aph starts to slowly pull herself to her feet, and looks up at platform before looking down at the fallen Allen. She rolls him onto his back, licking his face before starting to climb to the top turnbuckle. She uses it to springboard herself, looking to hit The French Kiss. As she flips in the air, Allen pulls up his knee, and Aph comes down hard, the knees driving into her back! Aph immediately rolls onto her stomach in pain, clutching at her back as Allen shakes his head before standing up, a wicked grin on his face.

Caelan Tyler: Aph took too long there and paid for it!

Jake Steel: NOOOO!

Caelan Tyler: This is definitely a momentum shift in the match.

Jake Steel: Damnit all!

Allen drags Aph up and quickly hits the Touch of Reality, leaving Aph laying in the center of the ring as he eyes the platform. Allen begins his climb, Aph still not moving. Aph starts to stir as Allen pulls himself onto the platform, his eye on the title before he stops. He quickly drops onto his stomach on the platform, reaching under it. The camera isn't positioned to where anyone can see, but he pulls a bag loose from the bottom of the platform, a long strand of duct tape attached to one side. At this point Aph as reached the platform herself, and she grabs his leg. Allen kicks his leg, trying to shake her loose, but she won't release her grip. Allen quickly reaches into the bag, pulling out a black object and jabbing it into Aphrodisia's chest. Sparks fly as Aphrodisia is thrown back into the ring, the crowd erupting in boos as soon as they realize what just happened.

Caelan Tyler: A taser?! HE JUST TASERED APH!

Jake Steel: WHAT?!

Caelan Tyler: Unbelievable! I can't believe Allen would do something so underhanded!

Jake Steel: ...Have you been paying attention at all Cael?! I've been saying he's scum this whole time, but noooooo, you refused to listen!

Caelan Tyler: I'm in shock...

Jake Steel: ...Okay even I'm not going to touch that pun.

Allen quickly climbs back into the ring, tossing the bag down as he looks at the downed champion. With a sinister grin on his face, he lifts her up and again hits the Touch of Reality, leaving her motionless once again. The boos continue to pick up as Allen drags her over to the side of the dome before grabbing the bag and reaching into it again. This time, Allen pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and he quickly slaps one end onto Aph and the other onto the side of the dome.

Caelan Tyler: Allen just cuffed Aph to the dome! How is she supposed to get loose?!

Jake Steel: Wow, what a cheap SOB.

Caelan Tyler: Unfortunately I gotta agree with you Jake, this is pretty damn cheap.

With Aph now handcuffed to the side of the Equalizer, Allen quickly climbs up to the platform. Garbage starts to be thrown by the fans as Allen reaches the platform, but he ignores them and continues. Aph begins to stir, but by this time it's too late, as Allen reaches the top, pulling down the belt.

Zach King: Here is your winner... and NEEEEEEW NLW Champion... JOSH ALLEN!

Caelan Tyler: Allen did it, although I can't say I'm particularly proud of how he did it.

Jake Steel: He stole this match! I can't believe he's going to get away with this!

'Riot' starts to play as Allen holds up the belt before starting to climb down the side of the Equalizer. From the backstage area Jordan Brock and Skye Ricardo appear, and right behind them are the new Anarchy X Champion The Ice Man and Jack Sullivan, all of whom are grinning. Jack has the box in his arms from before, and they stay on the stage as Allen makes his way up there, the NLW Championship in hand. Once he gets up there he shakes hands with Jack Sullivan before reaching into the book and pulling out a t-shirt. Ice Man and Jack both do the same, and all three men pull on the shirts, the front of which are emblazed with three letters:

F T F

Caelan Tyler: FTF?!

Jake Steel: ...

Skye Ricardo hands Josh Allen a microphone, and with the microphone in hand and holding up the belt in the other, Allen decided to address the crowd.

Josh Allen: Fuck the fans!

By this point Aph has regained her composure, and she seethes in the ring as stage hands try to free her from the handcuffs. Allen holds up the title, taking in the cheers as the screen fades to black...