'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, followed by images of Turbulence. In the opening match, Plague defeated Rockstar, The Lost Soul and Jason Spire to become the first ever NLW Destiny Champion. A battle royal was held to award a shot at any NLW title to the winner. Trent Steel almost ruined the match with his antics, but Nick James was able to eliminate him to earn a shot at the Legacy Championship. Trent Steel's run of bad luck continued in the next match, as he lost to The Phoenix in an OWF PDA Championship match. The reigning Legacy champion X-Terminator defeated JC to retain his title as The Ice Man defeated Jin Royale and Greg Jackson to win the Anarchy X Championship for a record 3rd time. Then in the main event, Josh Allen defeated Aphrodisia Jordan in The Equalizer to win the NLW Championship! The scene cuts to ringside, with Caelan Tyler and Jake Steel.

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome to the final Uprising of 2008, and it should be an interesting one indeed, as OWF President Chase Johnson booked it.

Jake Steel: Let's hope he didn't screw it up.

Caelan Tyler: ...Anyways, we have Brad Jackson taking on the OWF's Akira Kanemura, The Ice Man and Jordan Brock taking on Jason Chase and Tony Millennia, Aphrodisia Jordan taking on The Phoenix and in our main event X-Terminator will be defending the Legacy Championship against Nick James!

Jake Steel: So Aph will get an easy match to get herself back on track? Awesome!

Caelan Tyler: Riiiiiight...

Jake Steel: What? If Josh Allen could beat Akira, Jackson definitely can.

Still feeling the effects of his match on Addiction with Josh Allen, Akira never the less tried to put up a fight against the former Anarchy X and tag Team champion. Unfortunately for Akira, Jackson was still seething from the snub of being held off of Turbulence, and Jackson quickly picks apart of the Japanese competitor, finishing him off with the Machine Suplex.

Caelan Tyler: Jackson made short work of Akira here.

Jake Steel: Psh, like an OWFer had any chance here. I'm so looking forward to Collision Course.

Caelan Tyler: ...Why?

Jake Steel: So I can call the matches with those OWFers getting their asses handled to them.

Caelan Tyler: ...Wait, you're calling that?

Jake Steel: Yep.

Caelan Tyler: And I'm not?

Jake Steel: Nope!

Caelan Tyler: ...Damnit.

Jake Steel: HA!

'Here to Stay' by Korn hits...

The fans immediately go into unanimous upheaval as the brand-new FTF members stroll out onto the stage, each wearing their FTF T-shirts. Josh Allen grins, his NLW world title draped over his right shoulder. Josh has attached a pair of handcuffs to the right-side strap of the belt. The Ice Man stands next to Allen, wearing his Anarchy X championship.

Caelan Tyler: Well never mind that, the man, er, the men, are here!

Jake Steel: Why aren't you wearing your FTF shirt tonight, Cael?

Caelan Tyler: In the interest of fairness, I decided to show no favoritism to the most elite group of god-given talent ever to...

Jake Steel: Save it.

Allen, Ice Man, Jordan Brock and Skye Ricardo climb into the ring and take the center. Ice Man orders a microphone and is forced to yell over the uproar of the crowd to be heard.

Ice Man: What you see before you....

More boos. He stops and waits, looking at fans and telling them to shut the hell up.

Ice Man: Is the greatest force on earth, reincarnated in the form of brute strength...

He pats Jordan Brock on the shoulder.

Ice Man: The best damned NLW Juniorweight champion in history...

He pats the former champion, Skye Ricardo, on the back. Skye nods his head and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle post. A few people near the front start a 'queer!' chant.

Ice Man: Throw in the two best current champions in the NLW -- myself, and Josh Allen -- and you have something no one can stop. As far as we're concerned... Fuck the Fans.

Ice Man hands his microphone to Josh Allen. Allen accepts it and leans onto the top rope, holding his title in place with his other free hand.

Josh Allen: Now tonight, the mastermind of this is quite busy in the back, dealing with the assholes who think they deserve more air time, or a title match, or what the fuck ever popped into their head most recently. Jack Sullivan is, quite honestly, the best thing to ever happen to you people, but you're too damned stupid to realize that.

Josh dodges a cup of beer that flies into the ring.

Josh Allen: Tonight, we're going to take it kind of easy on you. It's... heh, it's Christmas, after all. We already gave this place the best fucking gift you could give -- we sent Aphrodisia Jordan running like a whipped dog.

Ice Man can be heard lightly over Josh's mic: 'I cried.' He smiled at Josh, and Josh agreed.

Josh Allen: Me too, me too. So, while NLW takes a little break, FTF is going to turn our attention elsewhere. While you pansies are at home enjoying eggnog and singing Christmas carols, we'll be representing this company on OWF television...

The fans boo, and some start an 'NLW' chant.

Josh Allen: This Sunday night, we're going to put an end to the question everyone wants to know: Which fed is the better fed? Well CJ, Jesse Williams, Trent Steel and all you other pieces of shit who think you're 'it' over there, FTF's coming over and we're going to kick your asses once and for all. Bet on it.

Josh begins to drop the microphone, but he raises it one more time.

Josh Allen: Oh yeah, as for you guys watching here tonight... after the show, get in your little cars and trucks, drive your fat asses home and start your New Year's challenge early by eating less and exercising more. The best wrestling company in the world doesn't want overweight fans clogging up our seating.

He laughs as him and Skye Ricardo exit the ring, ignoring the thousands who boo and scream at them while Ice Man and Jordan Brock prepare for their match.

Caelan Tyler: Yeah, you know, Allen has always been a motivator. I've noticed our fans were getting a little hefty, but who am I to judge? Best to leave that to a man of Allen's integrity?

Jake Steel: Those OWF guys are likely going to have a lot to say about Allen and his dream of defeating them.

Caelan Tyler: Could be a tough fight, but we all have faith in Josh Allen and Jack Sullivan when it comes to leading the NLW to victory.

Jake Steel: I think 'all' is a bit of an overstatement. I expect the rest of the NLW to clean up, but Allen? He's gonna lose.

Caelan Tyler: I somehow doubt that Jake.

The match starts off slowly, with Jason Chase and Tony Millennia taking advantage of the inexperienced Jordan Brock. Unfortunately for them Brock is able to use his power to stun Jason Chase long enough to tag in The Ice Man. Ice cleaned house upon entering, quickly putting down Jason Chase with The Ice Pick and pinning him for the victory. After the match, Ice Man continues the assault on Chase.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like Ice Man wasn't just satisfied with the win here.

Jake Steel: Well it is Jason Chase, so I for one don't blame him.

Ice Man flips the fans off and continues to beat down Jason Chase.

Caelan Tyler: We've seen Ice man become increasing aggressive as of late, with it culminating at the Uprising right before Turbulence, when Ice Man brutally attacked Jin Royale and Greg Jackson.

Jake Steel: About time he did that, someone needed to shut Jin up.

The camera pans the audience, the fans are booing and yelling obscenities at Ice Man. One kid in particular in the front row has an 'Ice Man' shirt on, but he's crying. He's shown on the jumbotron. He takes his shirt off, then spits on it and throws it towards in to the ring. Ice Man grabs it, then looks at it for a second and starts to choke Jason Chase with it.

Caelan Tyler: That kid made his displeasure known, and Ice Man didn't give a damn!

Jake Steel: Of course not, he's gotta choke a bitch here.

Caelan Tyler: You're incorr... Wait, what's that?

The jumbotron begins to flicker as the kid is finally off the jumbotron. Then the lights begin to flicker and a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp. Then Friday the 13th begins to play. The sound of the cheers from the fans is so deafening that is hard to hear what Caelan Tyler is saying.

Caelan Tyler: What...I can't...

'TLS! TLS!' The crowd is on their feet. TLS stands on the entrance ramp with his head down. Ice Man is still in the ring with Jason Chase. Brock is on the outside, ramming Millennia against a steel railing. TLS lifts his head up slowly as the crowd grows silent.

Caelan Tyler: It's been a long time since we’ve seen this entrance.

TLS is down the aisle and into the ring. Ice Man is waiting for him and gives him a kick to the head. Ice Man grabs TLS and whips him to the ropes and goes for a massive clothesline, but TLS ducks under it. TLS rebounds from the other side and Ice lifts him on to his shoulders. The crowd is booing.

Jake Steel: Yes! Ice Pick him!

TLS begins to struggle off Ice Man's shoulders and is able to reverse into a DDT. The crowd cheers. Jordan Brock leaves Millennia on the outside and runs into the ring, TLS ducks under a punch by Brock and turns that into a Russian Leg Sweep. Ice Begins to stir as TLS grabs Brock and throws him to the outside. TLS digs into his pants and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. He measures Ice Man up, Ice Man gets on his feet but is decked by a hard right hand, it causes him to bleed. The fans are going nuts.

Caelan Tyler: TLS just opened Ice Man up with a vicious right hand from that pair of brass knuckles.

Jake Steel: TLS is getting himself into a heap of trouble. You know damn well FTF is gonna get him back.

TLS walks to the corner and begins to ascend the turnbuckle. He raises his hands in the air and looks to deliver the Souled Out, but Jordan Brock reaches into the ring and pulls Ice Man out. Ice Man points up at TLS and says something to him as TLS stares down at him. As Ice and Brock are making their way up the ramp, they see TLS on the jumbotron, TLS takes off his jacket to reveal a 'FTFTF' shirt.

Jake Steel: That's too many letters.

Caelan Tyler: I think what he's saying is F the FTF.

The jumbotron then shows the kid who was crying earlier, TLS throws the kid the shirt and he puts it on with a big smile on his face.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like the kid's found himself a new hero.

Jake Steel: He couldn't have chosen a poorer one.

Both The Phoenix and Aphrodisia are in the ring, but before the bell even sounds, Phoenix walks over to Zach King and asks for the microphone. Given the look on Phoenix's face, Zach wastes no time in handing the stick over before bailing out of the ring. Across the ring, Aph looks at him with a smirk and raised eyebrow as the PDA Champion begins to speak.

The Phoenix: Before this gets started, I have some things to get off my chest. I lost someone very dear to me recently. And she was the type who stood up for what they truly believed in. It's time that I followed her sterling example, in her memory. On that note... Chase Johnson, I understand why you booked this match in a business sense. However, you're not endearing me to your cause by forcing me to fight my only friend in this business, plus your history with Aph is pretty much an open book. I can't help but wonder if there's a bit of a personal grudge there. However, I gave you my word on Addiction a few weeks back, and I'm sticking to it as a professional, unlike some people from OWF that I could name--X-Terminator and El Plaga being the main ones. But just because I'm from NLW, that does not mean I'm a lower caliber of competitor than your boys are. After all...ask EJ Slayer or Trent Steel. They'll be the first to tell you that I'm just as qualified as anyone in your promotion to hold this belt. And if you have a problem with it, CJ, then deal with it in the professional manner--to my face!

There's a mixed reaction at this statement, as the crowd tries to figure out where Phoenix is going with this.

The Phoenix: Now, onto another subject. Jack Sullivan--

The arena is nearly drowned in jeers as the NLW President's name is uttered. Phoenix waits patiently for a lull in the jeering before he continues.

The Phoenix: It takes some sort of special talent to go onto another federation's program, tell everyone in the world that you're King Shit, and insult people without threat of retaliation. I've got some news for you, and you ain't going to like this one bit. I stand up for my friends who don't turn their backs on me. You have the nerve to call Aph Jordan, quite possibly one of the best wrestlers in the world today, a bitch?

There is some jeering at this, but it is mainly muted as Phoenix presses on.

The Phoenix: You see, Jack, you forget something. I have been loyal to NLW, this title I'm wearing notwithstanding. I've been here this entire year, and I have worked my ass off to get where I am. And in that span, all I've ever gotten is one world title shot from you, and that was against a mystery opponent whom I discovered at match time was Aph Jordan. That was in March, nine months ago. Since then, you've seen fit to keep me held beneath your glass ceiling, while your chosen boys like Ice--excuse me, 'Frostbite'--and Josh Allen get the easy road to success. Not to mention the bullshit decision the NLW ref made in the double-title match against X-Terminator. I wouldn't be surprised to find that you had a hand in that all along. Quite frankly, I'm sick of it. If you're going to be meddling with the politics backstage, then it's real simple. I'm going to forcibly take what I have due to me. And Jack, if you think Aph's a bitch, then you, sir, are a dried up, filthy cunt.

This gets the crowd's attention as they cheer. Phoenix waits a moment, while Aph smirks again, a faint smile crossing her face as she leans in the corner, waiting.

The Phoenix: With that said...Josh Allen. You know, your group name fits you all quite well. Considering you took what should have been an excellent championship match and made a fucking mockery out of it. You throw the champion in at a huge disadvantage by not even telling her what the objective is, you bring a weapon to the match that people are not even allowed to own legally, and then you handcuff her to the cage so she can't move after you all but kill her. And yet we're the people who need to be sheltered?

Phoenix walks to the middle of the ropes facing the camera and climbs on the second rope, his eyes meaning business as he stares daggers into the camera.

The Phoenix: You all say you want to fuck the fans. Quite frankly, I think you all can go fuck yourselves. Josh Allen, you've got bigger worries than Jesse Williams at Collision Course. Consider yourself, and the rest of FTF on notice--I'm coming for the NLW Championship. It's time for justice to be served. If I have to take down Sullivan and take over this company as the owner and president, then so be it. If I have to get help to take down your group, then so be it. If I have to go through every goddamn one of you scum-sucking bastards to get to Josh Allen, then I will. One way or another, I will be coming for that title. You all say to fuck the fans? Gentlemen... (he gives the camera a one-fingered salute, as if facing the people he is directing his words to) FUCK YOU!

The crowd pops as they realize his intentions. Phoenix drops the mic and returns to the mat, turning to face his soon-to-be opponent and good friend, an almost resigned look crossing his face as he settles in for the match.

Caelan Tyler: Harsh words for Jack from The Phoenix.

Jake Steel: Wow, he must really want to get choked out by the owner.

The match gets quickly underway, as The Phoenix takes advantage of his size and his newly-found aggressive streak to maintain control of the match. Aphrodisia manages to fight back, using her cat-like reflexes and speed to try to keep The Phoenix off-balanced. This goes back and forth for several minutes until Aphrodisia is able to plant Phoenix with a Purrfect Ending. With him down, Aphrodisia goes up top, looking for The French Kiss. She leaps off of the top turnbuckle, but The Phoenix rolls out of the way, leaving Aphrodisia to eat mat. Phoenix quickly grabs her, locking on the Blaze of Glory in the center of the ring. With no where else to go, Aphrodisia is forced to tap out.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix with the victory here, sending Aphrodisia onto a losing streak.

Jake Steel: Boo! He must've cheated!

Caelan Tyler: I don't think he--

Before Caelan could finish, or The phoenix could even take in his victory, 'In My Grip' hits with Jack Sullivan standing on the entrance ramp. With anger clearly etched across his face, Jack signals for his music to be cut before holding up his microphone.

Jack Sullivan: A 'dried up cunt', eh? I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Jack Sullivan, and I am the fucking BOSS. You show me respect, or bad things happen.

The Phoenix stares back emotionless.

Jack Sullivan: Case in point: you want to mess with the FTF? You want to insult me? That's rather foolish of you, wanting to take us on without friends.

The Phoenix glances over to Aphrodisia, causing Jack to smirk.

Jack Sullivan: No, not here. Aphrodisia.... IS FIRED! You want to fuck with us; you better man-up and do it yourself. No help. No excuses.

Aphrodisia is visibly cursing as The Phoenix starts to shoot daggers at Jack.

Jack Sullivan: I'm a nice guy though Phoenix... I'll give you your chance at Blackout... If you earn it. Uprising 23 you will be in a match to get your chance to win a shot at the NLW Championship... Your opponent...

Jack pauses, taking in the jeers.

Jack Sullivan: ME!

Jack throws down the microphone, leaving The Phoenix to calm down the newly unemployed Aphrodisia.

Caelan Tyler: Jack just fired Aphrodisia?!

Jake Steel: Damnit! What an awful night...

Caelan Tyler: And he's challenged The Phoenix to a match?

Jake Steel: I hope he rips Phoenix's head off. Had fatass kept his mouth shut Aph would still have her job.

Caelan Tyler: This is The Phoenix's shot, I'd imagine he intends to bring it, especially now that Aph's been taken out of the picture.

Flickering red and purple stage lights strobe over the dimmed entrance and the upbeat tempo of Angry Young Man by Billy Joel slams out through the arena. The curtains burst open with flourish and James pauses on the stage, looking down to peer out at the crowd over top his sunglasses. Soaking in their cheers for a moment, James brushes them off, marching toward the ring while he wraps white tape around his wrists. James leaps from the floor to the apron without even taking a running start, then hooks an arm over the middle rope and rolls through into the ring, throwing his arms out to the sides and spinning in a circle as he enjoys the spotlight.
Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NLW Legacy Championship! Making his way to the ring first, the challenger. From Brantford, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 171 pounds... 'UNTAMED' NICK JAMES!

Caelan Tyler: Nick James won the Battle Royal at Turbulence, but OWF President Chase Johnson has forced him to cash in his title match tonight.

Jake Steel: And I pray this match goes short; this is going to be boring.

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: With a successful defense tonight, X-Terminator will become the first Legacy champion to defend the belt successfully more than once.

Jake Steel: Where the hell do you come up with stuff like this, Caelan?

Caelan Tyler: ...

The bell sounds to begin this main event, as the two men circle each other. James goes for a spinning kick, but X-Terminator is quick to back away, keeping his distance. After another revolution around the ring, the tie-up finally happens, with X-T getting a side headlock. Nick shoves the champ into the opposite ropes, and is dropped with a shoulder block on the rebound. X-Terminator comes off the ropes, hops over James who goes low, and looks for a clothesline on the return. The challenger sees it coming and ducks under, quickly hitting a crucifix and falling back into a pinning predicament on the champion. Ref comes down for the count, but only gets one as X-Terminator gets an arm free.

Caelan Tyler: The challenger looking to catch the champion napping early on, but X-Terminator was having none of it.

Jake Steel: A shame, that is. I want the abuse!

Both men are quickly back to their feet, and it's X-T with the advantage as he lands an side headlock takedown. James gets his legs up and around the head of the champion, who manages to kick free. Both men get back to their feet, and James catches X-Terminator off-guard with a right to the jaw. The champion staggers back a step, and James takes advantage of the space provided by leaping up and hitting a dropkick to send the champion through the ropes to the outside. The referee begins his count as James walks over to one of the corners closest to X-T and climbs up, crouching on the top strand.

Caelan Tyler: Nick's looking for something big here; he's got to be careful of this may cost him.

Jake Steel: What are you talking about, Caelan? That might make my night!

X-Terminator stands, holding his jaw as he stumbles around, and James takes down the Legacy champion with a perfect cross body block to the outside. The crowd pops for this move as Nick throws the champion back to the inside. X-T is slow to regain his feet as Nick waits on the apron. After finally pushing himself to a knee, the champion stands, still facing away from his opponent. James springs up onto the ropes and leaps off, a springboard dropkick to the back of the head of the champion the result as X-Terminator collapses in a heap! Nick quickly scrambles over for the cover, but only gets two as the left shoulder gets up.

Caelan Tyler: James trying for another early cover, but not getting the duke as the champion is not worn down enough yet.

Jake Steel: [yawns]

The challenger has dominated the early portion of this match, and as X-T tries to get to a vertical base, Nick decides to take matters into his own hands as he runs to the ropes and leaps off. The attempted springboard moonsault is avoided by X-T as he rolls towards James, but the challenger lands on his feet--and comes up limping slightly as his right knee buckles underneath of him momentarily. X-Terminator is back on his feet, as James charges in with a clothesline that the champion ducks and replies with an elbow to the jaw that sends Nick to the mat in a hurry! X-T looks for a cover of his own as well, but only gets a short two as Nick gets the right shoulder off the mat.

Caelan Tyler: Nick's going to have to be careful now. If his leg gets taken out from under him, that's going to kill a lot of his offense.

Jake Steel: Kill? Abuse?

Caelan Tyler: No, Jake.

Both men are a little slow to regain their feet, but the champ does so first. As James gets up, X-T closes in and lets loose a dropkick to the right knee of Nick, forcing him down to the mat. X-Terminator comes in and quickly applies a standing leg grapevine, but it's a bit sloppy as Nick is able to turn his body on the mat and force the break without relying on the ropes. James tries to get to his feet, but instead is cut down from the rear by a chop block. As Nick collapses, the champion again grabs the right leg, but this time applies a single-leg Boston Crab, sinking in quite well and leaving little room for James to work his way free.

Caelan Tyler: Single-leg crab--

Jake Steel: Canadian Maple Leaf, Cael. I thought you knew this stuff!

Caelan Tyler: Wait, since when do you care about a technical move?

Jake Steel: Eh, it just sounded good.

Caelan Tyler: ...

The referee slides in, asking the challenger if he wants to submit, but Nick's having none of it as he reaches a hand out to grab the bottom rope, forcing the break. X-T holds on until two before releasing the submission and getting back to a vertical base. James is slow to try to get to his feet as the champion watches his opponent struggle. A few seconds later, Nick is up, and staggers into X-Terminator's grasp as he scoops up the challenger and slams him to the mat. X-T then drops an elbow on the knee of James and drives the point of the elbow into the back of the right knee of Nick, grinding it in there as James groans in pain.

Caelan Tyler: X-Terminator really starting to focus on the leg here, as he's forced Nick to use one of his rope breaks.

Jake Steel: Until there's blood, I don't care.

X-T drives the elbow in again, but the challenger is finally able to bring his other leg up and catch his opponent in the back of the head. A second one causes a brief bit of separation, as X-Terminator moves to his feet to take offense at Nick's tactics. Nick rolls over and gets to his feet as X-T charges in, his right hand blocked by James. James counters with a forearm of his own, and a second. He tries for a third one, but X-T is quick to go with an armbar takedown, and as he tries for an ankle lock James grabs the ropes.

Caelan Tyler: And that is James' second rope break of the match, as X-Terminator tried to take a page out of his Collision Course opponent's playbook there.

Jake Steel: Does everyone in the world use that damn move now? Jesus Christ!

X-Terminator appears a bit frustrated as James gets back to his feet. As Nick turns around, the champ tries for a dropkick, but James grabs the legs as X-T falls to the mat. James steps through the legs and crosses them as the Canadian crowd starts to go nuts. After a bit of a struggle, the champion is rolled onto his stomach as Nick leans back, pulling on the legs, in the dead center of the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Sharpshooter locked in by the challenger! Listen to this crowd erupt!

Jake Steel: People, it's a hold. It's not the damn Pope.

Caelan Tyler: You really don't get it, do you?

Jake Steel: What?

Caelan Tyler: I'm not going to bother wasting my time....

X-Terminator is clawing at the mat, trying to make some headway towards the ropes but not really getting much as James has the move locked in pretty well. Nick leans back a bit more, and X-T's hand rises in the air, hand poised to tap. The camera swings around to his face, and one can almost sense that he realizes what he was about to do. Gritting his teeth, the champ gets an arm underneath him and shoves himself forward a few inches. As James tries to move back to sink in the hold once more, X-T grabs the ankle and pulls it towards him. Nick is forced to break the hold to keep from doing a faceplant on the mat.

Caelan Tyler: Nice counter there by the champion; shades of Montreal, perhaps?

Jake Steel: I didn't hear a bell, Caelan. What are you smoking?

Caelan Tyler: ...

X-T starts to get to his feet, holding his back a little as Nick climbs a nearby turnbuckle. As the champ turns around, James leaps off, nailing a missile dropkick that X-T managed to deflect none of. James' right boot connects squarely to the orbital socket of X-T, sending the champion down! The challenger quickly scrambles into a cover:

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X-T gets a foot on the ropes at two and a half to break the pin!

Caelan Tyler: That is the first rope break used by the champion; smart to hold on to them so far.

Jake Steel: Oh, give me a break already.

X-Terminator is very slow to stand up, one hand clutched to his eye as James looks anxious to press the attack. The champion gets back to his feet as James leaps on the middle rope and springs off, looking for possibly a rana of some sort, but X-T catches Nick and delivers a ring-rattling spinebuster! Both men collapse to the mat, barely moving. X-T is unable to immediately get a cover due to the punishment he's taken, but finally manages to drape an arm over his opponent as the ref slides in:

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Thre--James gets a hand on the ropes!

Caelan Tyler: And out of sheer desperation, James uses his last rope break to escape the pin. He's got to be in trouble now, if he's caught like that again.

Jake Steel: Is this match over yet?

Nick rolls onto his stomach, still barely moving as both men struggle to reach a vertical base. The referee's count reaches eight before X-T stands, a large bruise already starting to form around his left eye. Nick is on both knees, using the ropes for support as he finally stands. X-Terminator comes in, a right hand catching Nick flush in the cheek. James replies with a right of his own, looking to further damage the bruised area of the champion. The two trade rights until X-T gets the advantage, blasting the challenger with several right hands and a sweeping left hook that stuns James against the ropes. X-T backs up a step or two and charges in, looking for a clothesline--but James ducks under, hoisting the champion onto his shoulders and delivering a Samoan Drop over the top rope!

Caelan Tyler: Nick James with the Vac--

Jake Steel: NO! Don't say that, Caelan! You want us to get sued for copyright infringement?

Caelan Tyler: Erm...you...actually have a point there, Jake.

The referee begins to count; this match should be over after that bump. Nick James seems to have the Legacy title in hand...so why is he heading to the top rope? A stunned silence falls over the crowd as Nick perches himself up top, gauging his target as X-T grabs hold of the security rail to get himself back to his feet. James rises to his full height on the top rope and leaps off. He flies through the air, looking for a shooting star plancha on X-T...but the champ moves, and Nick crashes face-first into the security rail! Blood immediately starts to gush from the forehead of the challenger as the crowd immediately starts a 'Holy Shit!' chant.

Jake Steel: OK, I take back everything I said about this match! WHOOOO~!

Caelan Tyler: Rookie mistake from Nick James there; he could have won the title on the countout. Instead, he looked for one big move too many, and he paid for it!

That dive from the top forced the referee to restart his count, and it takes X-Terminator until the count of five to pick up James and roll him back into the ring. James looks to be in bad shape, his face the proverbial crimson mask as X-T gets to his feet, face full of determination. James gets to one knee, trying to rise up as X-Terminator charges, landing a running bulldog. Instead of going for the cover, he sits on the back of Nick, locking in a camel clutch. James promptly grabs the nearby ropes, but nothing happens—he's out of rope breaks. X-T continues to crank on the pressure, until Nick manages to get both hands on the ropes and pull both he and X-T towards them. The tension of the ropes forces the champion to lose his grip on the challenger, and force a break in that manner.

Caelan Tyler: X-Terminator is like a shark--he smells blood in the water and is looking for the kill.

Jake Steel: If it involves more blood, I approve!

Not wanting to stop the assault, X-Terminator pulls James back into the center of the ring, and sets him up for what looks like a powerbomb. Nick somehow has the wherewithal to attempt for a rana counter, but all it does is pull X-T forward a few steps before hooking up James in a crucifix powerbomb that he quickly inverts to a DDT! X-T goes X-Rated as he makes the cover:

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James has a foot on the ropes, but he's out of rope breaks as the ref pauses only momentarily!

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The bell sounds as 'California Love' hits the speakers as X-T stands. Behind him, Nick sits up, visibly asking the ref why the count didn't stop as the official announcement is made.

Zach King: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL the NLW Legacy Champion...X-TERMINATOR!

The capacity crowd is on their feet, cheering and stomping and teetering dangerously close to a hockey riot. An airhorn sounds from somewhere deep within the crowd and small pockets of fistfights break out amongst the spectators. X-Terminator extends a hand, helping the bloodied Nick James back to his feet, raising his hand over his head as the kid stands wobbly in the ring. X-Terminator then turns and asks for a mic, receiving the one that Zach King was just using.

X-Terminator: You... you have got a hell of a lot of heart. I swear, you just don't quit.

Nick James: And you don't stop. You some sort of machine. And you hit like a fucking truck, eh? God damn.

X-Terminator: What do you think, Vancouver? A couple of Ontario boys do as good a job as Aphrodisia Jordan?

The audience erupts into cheers again, chants of 'Ca-Na-Da!' building to a crescendo. James wipes the blood from his eyes, smearing it back into his hair into an awkward looking spike.

X-Terminator: You want another shot down the road, kid, you got it.

Nick James: I could see us going another round. We make one hell of a tea-

X-Terminator and James freeze still and the audience cheers fade into a tense silence. James face lights up as X-Terminator begins to laugh.

Nick James: What do you think, Vancouver? How would you like to see a couple of Ice Skatin', Yank Hatin'

X-Terminator: Broad Layin', Hockey Playin'

Nick James: Touque Sportin', Snow Fortin'

X-Terminator: Syrup Swillin', Fusion Killin'

X-Terminator and Nick James: Mother Ca-Nuckers!

The fans cheer as Nick James' raises X-Terminator's arm, and the Legacy title, as the scene fades to black...