'Devour' by Shinedown plays as scenes from last Uprising flash across the screen, where Lorenzo Demarco defeated Maniac, The Black Phoenix defeated Drake Munday, Dangerous Dan defeated Alex Acid to earn a shot at the Legacy Championship, and in the main event Seth Channing and Legacy defeated Jet Set in a six man tag match! The scene cuts to ringside, where as always Caelan Tyler and 'The Real Deal' Jake Steel are seated.

Caelan Tyler: Ladies and gentlemen, it's now time for Turbulence!

Jake Steel: And it's about time if you ask me! Feels like we've been waiting for ages.

Caelan Tyler: Hasn't been that long Jake.

Jake Steel: You sure? Certainly feels like someone was being lazy about the time to me.

Caelan Tyler: ...Anyways, it's the biggest show of the year, and there's a lot at stake here, as the possibility exists for tonight to end with the FTF holding all the gold in NLW.

Jake Steel: Possibility? You mean certainty.

Caelan Tyler: No, I don't, because the possibility also exists that by the end of tonight the FTF doesn't have any gold at all.

Jake Steel: Pfft, not like--

The words of Jake Steel are cut off as he and Caelan Tyler stare off into the distance opposite their position at ringside. Before the camera can even cut to what they are looking at, an enormous amount of disdain comes rumbling out of the crowd.

Jake Steel: Security! What the hell is HE doing here?

Caelan Tyler: I can't say that I have any clue. I surely never expected him to show his face again.

Finally the cameras cut to the ramp, where the man causing all of this ruckus is identified. A very dressed down, slimmed out Jesse Williams slowly trots his way towards the ring- withstanding a barrage of jeers coming from the fans within shouting distance. Regardless of the reaction, Williams' somber demeanor never changes and his eyes never rise from the floor in front of him. He heads off, ignoring the multiple hand gestures he receives at ringside and quickly skips up the steel ring steps and onto the apron. He wipes the soles of his loafers on the mat before parting the middle and top ropes, stepping into the ring to a chorus of furious hatred. He still avoids making eye contact with anyone in the crowd as he paces across the ring, and asks for a microphone from Zach King. He is hesitant to head towards the ring, but King eventually complies and gives Williams the microphone.

Jake Steel: Stupid move, Zach. HE DOESN'T WORK HERE, MORON!

Williams moves into the center of the ring, doing his best to keep himself composed amidst the negative reaction he has received. He casually lifts the microphone to his lips with his right hand, and takes a deep breath.

Jesse Williams: I...

The crowd erupts into an explosion of boos for Jesse, forcing him to cut his words short as he drops the microphone down to his hip.

Caelan Tyler: I'd really like to say that I feel bad for him, but he brought this upon himself.

Jake Steel: Of course he did. It's because of him that The Phoenix is in the records book as a former world champion. These fans will never forgive him!

Caelan Tyler: That makes no sense whatsoever. Jesse left us, again, after losing our World Title in a lackluster effort. That's why he isn't getting the time of day from the crowd.

The fans quiet down a bit, and Jesse jumps at the opportunity.

Jesse Williams: I'm... I'm SORRY!

Williams is forced to yell his words just to be heard over the raucous crowd. Once they actually hear what he said, the anger only grows in the arena with a few fans starting to throw items into the ring.

Jesse Williams: I can't say I didn't expect this, but I really hope that you all can just hear me out. I won't take a lot of your time, I promise.

There's very little reaction from the crowd, with a few people singled out as they scream random obscenities at Jesse. As difficult as it seems it is for Jesse to continue, he presses on.

Jesse Williams: I came out here and my first words to you all are I am sorry. I can't come out here and try to pick up where I left off a year ago, because that's not who I am. I know I wronged anyone who put a bit of faith into me, and I pissed away any goodwill I had from my peers and you, the fans. Since I lost the NLW Championship to The Phoenix...

The crowd erupts, starting a chant of 'You tapped out!' which brings the first smile to Jesse's face since he has stepped into the arena.

Jesse Williams: Yes I did. I tapped out, and The Phoenix beat me. And as I was saying, ever since that moment I have had my fair share of ups and downs but nothing has bothered me more than my unprofessionalism- and I'm not just talking about leaving NLW high and dry. I am actually embarrassed watching that tape back to see how desperate I was to keep my fingers wrapped around ten pounds of gold. I'm embarrassed knowing I broke Phoenix's neck and left him for dead- then the next chance I had, I went right back to trying to cripple him. I completely regret those moments, but that's not it. I'm so ashamed of how I treated some of the people close to me, and as a result I have turned them against me.

The fans suddenly change their tune, from displeasure of seeing Jesse to chanting 'Boooring!' over and over again. This gets to Jesse a bit who bites his bottom lip and inhales a deep breath of the thick musty air in the arena tonight.

Jesse Williams: I'll be out of here soon, but I need to get this off my chest. I threw away any chance I had at a normal life, because I treated wrestling like it was the end-all be-all. I thought that when people looked back at Jesse Williams, seeing him dominating wrestling for a decade would be more impressive than saying that he quit while he was on top to become a father and a husband. I never once thought about how my decisions impacted people.

The chants continue, almost drowning out Jesse's words completely.

Jesse Williams: Well here's the point. That's the one common theme in my life. I always did what I thought was best for me, whether it was breaking someone's neck just to get a victory and hold onto a title that I made into a complete joke. Whether it was abandoning a new born baby and his mother and leaving them with a check to pay for his upbringing, and all the while pushing Nick James completely out of my life- just so I could hold onto that spotlight for just a bit longer. And of course, leaving NLW because I wanted to save face and not tarnish my chances at making a dollar down the road.

Surprisingly the fans stay quiet, allowing Jesse to speak.

Jesse Williams: I'm not looking for sympathy, because I don't deserve it. I don't deserve respect and I don't deserve you guys sitting here and listening to me spew off at the mouth. I thank you for the time, and I thank the powers that be for allowing me to come out here and say goodbye to you all on my terms.

Jake Steel: Wait, goodbye?

Caelan Tyler: So, he's not even contracted by NLW?

Jake Steel: Why in the hell did we let him have a microphone, then!

Jesse Williams: You have one hell of a talent roster, and I want you all to keep supporting them. To everyone in the back, maybe one day I can-

Jesse is cut off as the chorus of 'Won't Back Down' by Fuel blasts through the speakers. Immediately Kevin Heat walks out from the back, the Legacy title hung over his shoulder and a microphone planted firmly in his palm. Jesse is seen sighing as he glances to the ramp, dropping both of his hands to his side.

Caelan Tyler: Well what in the hell is Kevin Heat doing out here now?

Jake Steel: Can't you see, saving us from Jesse Williams.

Heat makes a throat cutting gesture, and his music fades out rather promptly after. The fans lay into him pretty hard, but not as they usually would- giving him more of a shot than they gave Jesse.

Kevin Heat: Excuse me, but who in the hell do you think you are?

The crowd actually cheers for Kevin Heat's opening line, which takes him back a bit as he continues down the ramp- eventually reaching ringside.

Kevin Heat: Don't answer that. You're obviously someone who thought he was important at some point. I just want to know where you get off coming out to start this show after your repeated failures here. For your information, I had it on good authority that Turbulence was going to open with an exclusive sneak peek at the film that will not only inspire millions but change the wrestling industry as we know it -- The Ring and I, a biopic on the Legacy Champion himself, me! But something funny happened about two minutes ago. I was approached and told that there was no longer time to air said video. And the reason why?

In one motion he hops up onto the apron outside the ring and pulls himself to his feet. Heat steps through the ropes, making sure his title stays hung over his right shoulder as he enters the ring. He walks within a few feet of Jesse who stands there emotionless.

Kevin Heat: It's because you, magically, got time that you didn't deserve. You don't work here, you aren't relevant and you sure as hell don't have enough of a good standing with the boys in the back to be showing your face around here.

Williams stands silently, looking Heat right in his eyes as the fans also listen along silently.

Kevin Heat: See I don't know if you got the memo since you've been gone, but you're old news. Nobody cares if you're here to say goodbye, or here for a comeback. Because lets be honest, either way you'll drag your ass into this ring at some point and disappoint us all, all over again. There's no faith in a guy like you, Jesse.

The fans boo, for a reason that the viewer can determine on their own- whether it be disagreeing with Heat, or letting Jesse have it once more.

Kevin Heat: Hear that? The fans boo me because they actually care. They don't like who I am when I walk through that curtain. They despise the fact that I took a title from The Ice Man. Hell, they'd throw a hissy-fit if I kicked your teeth in right now just because of who I am. And you? They boo you because you failed them. The moment you got their hopes up, you cut and run. They boo you because you... are a coward.

Heat pauses to take a breath.

Kevin Heat: So, with that said, all that's left for you to do is to get the fuck out of my ring. And don't ever come back. You said your goodbye's, now leave and stop hogging my spotlight.

The crowd buzzes as Jesse back-peddles a bit, heading towards the ropes nearest to the ramp. Before he exits, he stops his motion and looks back at Kevin Heat.

Jesse Williams: Oh, I'll leave but just one question. Don't worry, it has nothing to do with the things you said about me because I agree with you whole-heartedly. But, I just want to know where do you get off calling this YOUR ring and YOUR spotlight?

Kevin chuckles.

Kevin Heat: What was that? I don't think I heard you clearly...

Jesse Williams: Well I'm just wondering. I mean, I see the gold on your shoulder and that's very impressive indeed. And, if I can recall, you've held the Anarchy X title as well, right?

Kevin Heat: That's right!

Jesse Williams: And you deserve all the recognition in the world for that.

Kevin Heat: Deserve? I require it! I mean, listen to those fans!

This gives the crowd a moment to break the back and forth between the two, letting Heat know their objections with his last statement.

Jesse Williams: But see, when you call this your ring you make it seem like you're the top guy here. But if we go through the record books, I don't think we'd find your name on the list of former World Champions, correct?

A loud 'Ooh' sweeps over the crowd, as Heat begins to lose his cool as he steps off into a short pace back and forth in the ring.

Jesse Williams: And coming from a guy who has held the World Title twice as many times as you have, and has never really been considered a full-time NLW wrestler, I can safely say that this ring never has and never will belong to you. You know whose ring this is? You known who has the spotlight? It's JC, because he is holding the NLW Championship. And with your abilities, I can see why you'd try to make claims of this being your ring since you'll never reach the top of the mountain.

The crowd cheers a bit, but quickly calms themselves down as Jesse continues.

Jesse Williams: That's it, here's your 'spotlight' Kevin. Enjoy it.

The fans lightly applaud Jesse's comments as Kevin Heat looks like he is about to blow a gasket. Williams steps through the middle and top ropes nearest the ramp while Heat leans over the top rope, resting his elbows and looking out into the crowd as he regains his composure. Suddenly a smile washes over his face and he quickly swings around, facing Jesse once more.

Kevin Heat: Wait a second, don't you go running anywhere, I know that's the only thing you're good at.

Jesse turns back, staying on the ring apron.

Kevin Heat: It's real easy to mouth off when you don't have any intention of putting your ass on the line. You say these things now, but if we were to square off in this ring... You know I'd kick your ass.

Jesse Williams: I'm sure you would, Heat. I'm sure you would.

Jesse hops out off the apron and lands on the floor outside the ring. This only infuriates Kevin Heat more, who won't drop the subject.

Kevin Heat: Well there he goes, ladies and gentlemen. The biggest coward in the wrestling industry, Jesse Williams! Lets give him a hand!

Williams continues up the ramp with his back to Heat.

Jake Steel: He's really leaving...

Caelan Tyler: I'm shocked.

Kevin Heat: Yeah, that's right. Run away! Go find another ring rat mom to impregnate! I'm sure she'll love you back... eventually...

This stops Jesse in his tracks as the fans grow very silent, knowing Heat is purposely trying to cross the line.

Caelan Tyler: Alright, that's uncalled for.

Jake Steel: Just let the guy leave with his tail tucked between his legs, and lets get on with the show.

Kevin Heat: Oh did that hit a chord? Maybe you want to do something about it?

Jesse drops his head and turns back to the entrance way, sulking off. Heat smiles and begins circling the ring, absorbing the crowds complete attention focused on him.

Kevin Heat: Just as I thought. Well fans, I'm sorry that waste of space took up your time. But don't worry! I'm here! And this Legend doesn't disappoint!

The fans boo for only a second, then a loud gasp of excitement can be heard throughout the arena. The camera cuts back to the ramp as Williams darts back to the ring, and slides in behind Kevin Heat.

Jake Steel: Heat! Turn around! Get security out here, he doesn't work for us!

He has no idea Jesse is in the ring but as he slowly circles around he is brought to the mat with a double leg takedown- followed by Jesse pummeling away at Kevin's face. He does his best to cover up but Williams is on fire, somehow finding a way around Heat's defenses. Within a few seconds the ring is swarmed by six security guards and two uniformed police officers, as the fans are buzzing loudly- neither cheering nor booing. Security pulls Williams off of Heat, who scrambles back up to his feet with his Legacy title in his hands. The two police officers isolate Williams' arms as they pull them behind his back, and he is handcuffed.

Jake Steel: Get him out of here, that's assault!

Caelan Tyler: I don't blame him in the least. He came out here to apologize and say goodbye, and Kevin Heat couldn't let him have that.

Jake Steel: Why should he have? He doesn't owe anything to Jesse Williams!

They start dragging Jesse towards the ropes when Heat charges across the ring and clocks Williams so hard with the Legacy title that it takes down a few members of security as they try holding Williams up.

Caelan Tyler: He's handcuffed, damnit!

Jake Steel: So you care about the guy who showed he doesn't care about NLW?

Caelan Tyler: No matter what he did, he's a human being and he can't defend himself.

Heat continues his assault as he mounts Jesse, who is laying on both arms behind his back, and just drives closed fist after closed fist right into the open wound above Jesse's right eye. When Jesse falls unconscious, Heat finally lets up and quickly rolls out of the ring with his Legacy title held loosely in his hand as he storms up the ramp and disappears backstage. The fans let him have it, smattering him with even more disdain than they had for Williams originally. The camera focuses in on Jesse, his face covered in blood, as security drags his lifeless body from the ring and begins dragging him up the ramp.

Jake Steel: I say good riddance. Now can we get on with the show?

Caelan Tyler: Well I hope for Kevin Heat's sake that Jesse actually isn't going to come back, because he may have just given Jesse the fuel he needed to get emotionally driven again.

Jake Steel: Why would he? He's a coward! He's not coming anywhere near a NLW ring ever again!

Caelan Tyler: I don't know...

With dollar signs and a trademark smirk suddenly flashing over the big screen, 'Pretty Handsome Awkward' by the Used begins playing through the sound system. A moment later, Jeffy Pryce strolls out onto the stage, the grin evident in life as well while he makes his way down toward the ring.

Zach King: Making his way to the ring... From Birmingham, Alabama, and weighing 176 lbs... The 'Billion Dollar Brat'... JEFFY PRYCE!

Caelan Tyler: Well, we're starting in-ring action off with a long-standing issue finally coming to fruition! Jeffy Pryce is looking to put down his rival Seth Channing, and give some much needed credibility to his recently formed alliance with Ethan Dashery and Ava Ricardo, the Jet Set.

Jake Steel: I'm a pretty big fan. They can afford to buy my compliments, so I'm warming up for when the offers come in.

Once reaching the ring, Jeffy slides in and makes his way to one corner, either seeming very confident or perhaps underestimating the challenge before him. Nonetheless, his swagger remains overwhelming as he relaxes against the turnbuckle while his music fades. The lighting shifts, as does the crowd reaction while 'You Know How I Do' by Taking Back Sunday plays, foreshadowing the entrance of Seth Channing.

Zach King: And his opponent... From Buffalo, New York... Weighing 205 lbs... SETH CHANNING!

Channing steps out onto the stage, and the audience explodes, rowdily cheering for someone to finally put Jeffy Pryce in his place. Seth wastes little time in heading down to the ring and stepping through the ropes, while giving Jeffy Pryce a hard stare and gesturing to his wrist, as if to say 'it's time!'

Caelan Tyler: I'm starting to wonder if Jeffy Pryce isn't overdoing the cocky routine. Seth Channing looks ready for business, while Jeffy looks like...well, like he's just trying to look good.

Jake Steel: He's not trying at all, Cael! When you're rich you don't have to try!

Caelan Tyler: I don't know how much money will help within those ropes. And there's the bell, Turbulence is underway!

Jeffy Pryce finally seems to drop a little of his nonchalance, quickly stepping toward the middle of the ring to meet Seth Channing with a hard slap to the face! But Channing blocks, and in return palms Pryce's face and shoves him hard back into the corner from which he came! Jeffy Pryce scowls, barking complaints toward the referee, but the official does nothing as Seth overpowers Pryce in the corner, blasting him with chop after chop to the chest! Jeffy finally catches a moment to breathe, only to find Channing's dropped low and yanked his legs out from under him! Pryce crashes onto his backside, his head bouncing off the turnbuckles, before Channing rears back to blast him in the face with a low dropkick! Jeffy tumbles through the middle and bottom rope, awkwardly splaying onto the floor, while Channing takes the moment to rest.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like things start out with Jeffy Pryce taking a pounding, but by taking his time on the outside, he might be able to shake this off and regroup.

Jake Steel: It was a couple of chops, a takedown, and a low dropkick; let's not make more of this than what it is. Seth Channing's moves resemble those of an adolescent on his first date. Awkward and limited, with success unlikely.

Caelan Tyler: That's not really a fair assessment, Jake.

Jeffy recovers slowly outside the ring, but it soon becomes readily apparent that he's milking the count for all it's worth. Seth slides out to retrieve his opponent, but is greeted with a flurry of punches and forearms to the back and head, pummeling him for his efforts. Jeffy clamps onto his opponent, looking to whip him into the ring steps! Seth is launched in that direction, but manages to halt his momentum just before the steps! He turns quickly, to find Jeffy Pryce charging at him with bad intent! A quick duck, and Jeffy is flung into the air with a back body drop! He crashes to the arena floor, having completely overshot the steps! Unfortunately, he seems worse for wear nonetheless, as Channing moves swiftly to roll him into the ring and make the first cover of the match!

1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Caelan Tyler: Long two count, but Jeffy Pryce kicks out with authority. NLW's Billion Dollar Brat is showing everyone that he's isn't going to go as quietly as people might be expecting.

Jake Steel: Why does everyone expect rich people to be soft? Teddy Roosevelt was kind of loaded, yet he could still kill a man and impregnate his wife with merely a stony glare. You can be both, you know.

Caelan Tyler: Dead and pregnant?

Jake Steel: No, rich and...agh, you know what I mean.

Seth Channing continues the punishment by dragging Jeffy Pryce by his arm to his feet, and into a wristlock, which he quickly abandons for a sleeperhold! Jeffy struggles fiercely as he feels the pressure increase, but it's clear the lights are quickly dimming...when the audience reaction telegraphs some new arrivals heading toward the ring! The remainder of the Jet Set roars into action, Ava Ricardo quickly leaping onto the apron, which causes Channing to release the sleeper to confront her! The referee warns her not to interfere, but in the process only serves to miss Ethan Dashery sliding into the ring! Channing catches a glimpse of him approaching and ducks a superkick, but Dashery reverses suddenly and drops Channing with the Shadow Kick! The referee turns to find Jeffy Pryce still groggy, Seth Channing just about unconscious, and Ava and Ethan still hovering like vultures outside the ring. With a gesture, he sends them back to the locker room, banning them from ringside!

Caelan Tyler: A great call by the referee to prevent this match from falling into a farce, a three-on-one handicap beatdown.

Jake Steel: The only farce is Seth Channing's personality defects stopping him from gathering allies of his own! Jeffy Pryce shouldn't suffer for being a charming gentleman who attracts the company of fellow honorable types who will help him in times of need.

Caelan Tyler: Jeffy Pryce is kind of an annoying twat on a good day.

Jake Steel: A tw-what?! You can't say that on TV! I'm pretty sure I can't even get that by the censors!

Jeffy Pryce finally manages to capitalize on the advantage from his Jet Set brethren, and throws himself over Seth Channing for the cover!

1...

2...
KICKOUT!

No luck for Pryce, as Channing gets a shoulder defiantly off the mat with a quarter-second to spare. Jeffy takes this with some frustration, as he drags himself over Seth and procedes to blast punch after punch into Seth's face and jaw! Getting to his feet, Pryce pulls Channing up as well and drags him to the nearest corner, where he grabs him by the head and begins to bang his face against the turnbuckle! Channing staggers back, and Jeffy grabs him again, this time moving to rake his eyes along the top rope! He does for a moment, but Channing slips his grip and buries a kick into Jeffy's midsection to buy himself some breathing room.

Caelan Tyler: It makes you wonder if that Jet Set run-in won't end up costing Seth Channing this match. Jeffy was getting trashed before hand, but now he's going pretty well toe-to-toe with Seth Channing.

Jake Steel: Just a matter of time. Money talks. And if Ethan or Ava are watching the broadcast in back, I do take personal checks, but cash is preferred.

Caelan Tyler: Why would they pay you to talk nice about them?

Jake Steel: Trust me; I'm a shallow person too, we thrive on empty compliments and pastries.

Caelan Tyler: I think you mean 'pleasantries.'

Jake Steel: And pastries.

Seth Channing ducks a wild punch by Jeffy Pryce, and uses Pryce's momentum to whip him into the middle of the ring with a snapmare. Channing bolts to the far ropes, bouncing off for a low dropkick on the return, but Jeffy rises, looking to counter with a running clothesline of his own! Channing swoops right under this but pops back to his feet without losing any momentum! He flips into a handstand as he bounces off the opposite ropes, and on the return reverses the flip into a flying elbow, which Jeffy catches right on the jaw! Jeffy staggers in the middle of the ring, his bell sufficiently rung by the elbow, as Seth vaults atop the ropes in the nearest corner, launching backward in a beautiful arcing moonsault atop Pryce! But Jeffy moves at the last second!

Caelan Tyler: I don't know if that was even intentional, with Jeffy almost out on his feet, but he dodges the moonsault nonetheless!

Jake Steel: I'm sure it was intentional. Jeffy's not even dazed, he's playing possum. See how he's tracking Seth Channing, even through his act?

Caelan Tyler: Umm...he just tripped over himself. If he's acting, he's doing it really well.

Seth staggers to his feet, clutching his abdomen, only to turn into Jeffy's Pryce Check double knee facebuster! No, Channing holds on to him, throwing him off and into the ropes rather than take the impact! Jeffy rebounds, and a swift forearm from Seth makes good contact upside his head, sending Jeffy staggering back to the ropes! Channing follows with a leaping leg lariat, and Jeffy is sent flipping completely over the top rope! He hits the ground in mid-rotation, none of the impact buffered as his head bounces loudly off the thin mats on the floor!

Caelan Tyler My god, Jake, that sounded sick. I hope they have paramedics on hand.

Jake Steel: Yow...but I'm sure Jeffy will be fine! He's got a thick head! Lots of cushioning, right?

Caelan Tyler: I don't think he's got enough, Jake. He's out, Jake.

The referee begins the ten count, as Seth Channing watches from inside the ring, catching his breath. It's a five count before Jeffy shows any sign of movement. By the seven, he's crawling, and by nine drags himself into the ring. The referee checks him repeatedly, asking if he's okay to continue, but Jeffy keeps waving him off. At the same time, he can't seem to stand on his own yet. The referee steps back, allowing Channing to approach and in an almost mercy finish, puts him in the Guillotine, at which point the referee immediately calls for the bell. Jeffy's still so far out that it can't be clearly seen if he was fighting the hold or tapping, but he's clearly incapable of continuing.

Jake Steel: Come on, ref, what was that?!

Caelan Tyler: That was a good call right there. Jeffy Pryce is hurt, we could be looking at a concussion or something worse here. He needs to get checked on, not to keep fighting.

Jake Steel: But...but...I believe in Jeffy Pryce! This is nothing!

Caelan Tyler: Sure, it's all fun and games until your CAT scan looks like an Etch-a-Sketch in the hands of a Parkinson's patient. Better safe than sorry, Jake.

Zach King: Here is your winner, and #1 contender to the Destiny Championship... SETH CHANNING!

Sure enough, the medical team is out to assist Jeffy, while Seth Channing looks on with a mix of concern and triumph. His music plays and he raises his arms triumphantly to the cheers of the fans, while Jeffy staggers out under his own power, supported by medics on either side of him.

Caelan Tyler: I will say that Jeffy did put in a solid effort here, and hoping his injuries are too serious.

Jake Steel: Well, I'm sure he'll get the best doctors money can buy and be back in the saddle in no time!

Caelan Tyler: Hopefully yes, no one wants to see any competitor put out for long.

Jake Steel: Except me, if the competitor in question is The Phoenix.

We cut backstage to see fifty or so... 'exotic' dancers in a line talking and waiting for their turn. We see a sign that says 'auditions' come up as we keep panning down the hallway. We see Charisma Finch walk past the dancers who start telling her that her outfit is all wrong for this. She looks very angry as she walks into the back room where the auditions are taking place. We see Jon Steel and Malcolm, Trent's Image Consultant, interviewing one of the ladies.

Charisma Finch: What is going on here? Where's Trent?

Jon Steel: He's taking a shower.

Malcolm: Oh hunny I just love your hair.

Charisma Finch: ...who the hell are you?

Jon Steel: I think a more proper question would be what the hell are you?

Malcolm: Oh you kidder you. I'm Malcolm dear. Have you ever thought about modeling? I know this agency in New York that would just love you.

Charisma Finch: You know... I got other people to interview besides Trent. I'll come back later.

Exotic Dancer: Good. Get your skank (bleep) on out of here bizatch.

Malcolm: Ohhh kittie's got claws.

Jon Steel: I thought you didn't like women.

Malcolm: Doesn't mean I don't like a good cat fight. Meow!

Charisma Finch: ...I'm out of here.

Trent Steel: Has anyone seen my conditioner?

Thanks to strategic placement we don't see that Trent isn't wearing a towel. Charisma looks and quickly turns blushing. The exotic dancer has her jaw wide open.

Exotic Dancer: Heyyyyyy!!!

Trent Steel: Boobs aren't big enough get her out of here. Hey Charisma.

Exotic Dancer: (Slew of cusswords.)

Jon helps the young lady leave the room as Trent puts on a black monogrammed robe. Charisma does not look happy.

Charisma Finch: You could have put on a towel you know.

Trent Steel: Sorry I gave you a free show. Won't happen again.

Charisma Finch: I'll bet. You wanted a interview.

Trent Steel: Yes, no doubt you have seen what's going on outside.

Charisma Finch: You're interviewing sluts.

Trent Steel: Now. We don't know if they're sluts yet. If they start hitting on me and Jon and then Mal then we know their sluts...and they have no 'dar'.

Malcolm: I'm just a gaggle of bells and whistles.

Charisma Finch: So why are you hiring the whore brigade?

Malcolm: I smell group name!

Charisma Finch: ...is he always like this?

Trent Steel: Sadly. Yes. However that's his function. Also to make me look good.

Charisma Finch: Ooookkkaaayyy...

Trent Steel: Oh come on Charisma I know you find me sexy.

Charisma Finch: ...

Trent Steel: It's okay. Happens to every woman. Mainly why I am having this interview right now is to prove one fact above all else. I am confident about tonight. Because if I can walk around buck naked in front of you and whomever else is in the room I sure as hell am not going to be embarassed by Fatty and Snowball.

Charisma Finch: You've lost your damn mind.

Trent Steel: Nope. Got my mind. My pants on the other hand.

Charisma Finch: AHHH! I'm out of here!

Trent Steel: Toodles.

We cut out on Trent Steel pulling out a pack of mentos from his robes pockets and he does a thumbs up.

Caelan Tyler: Well, that almost certainly wasn't what Charisma expected to happen during an interview.

Jake Steel: Man, all that is going on backstage and I'm stuck out here? Weak!

Caelan Tyler: Well, it is your job Jake.

Jake Steel: Bah! Maybe I can talk Trent into hiring me to be his skank inspector.

'Things Done Changed' begins to blare over the speakers as the crowd begins to boo in unison. 'Remember back in the day...' is rapped over the speaker as Lorenzo Demarco walks out unto the entrance way and puts his middle fingers in the air as a show of disrespect to the crowd. He's wearing a pair of jeans and a simple black T-Shirt as he walks to the ring with a half cocky smile on his face. When gets to the outer apron he stops and turns to his right and to his left looking at the audience in the front row with a 'who gives a fuck' look on his face. He rolls into the ring and slowly stands up shaking his fists loose preparing for a fight.

Zach King: The following match is a Brooklyn street fight, and is for the NLW Destiny Championship! Introducing first... From Brooklyn, New York... Weighing in at 240 pounds... LORENZO DEMARCO!

Caelan Tyler: This is Demarco's second match in NLW, his first one being a victory over Maniac, although I can't say I'm totally convinced that he deserves a shot at a championship so soon.

Jake Steel: What is it with you? Always hating on the talented individuals in this company.

Caelan Tyler: I think you have us confused Jake. I'm just saying that if he weren't FTF he probably wouldn't have this championship opportunity.

The gong hits and 'Blow Me Away' by Breaking Benjamin begins playing, a hooded figure appears on stage, not reacting at all to the crowd cheering him. Then, in sync with the guitars, fireworks flash and the figure removes his hood to reveal Drake Munday, who poses on stage. The crowd cheers wildly as he saunters down the ramp. He climbs up the steps and acknowledges the crowd. He climbs he turnbuckle and poses with a smirk on his face.

Zach King: And his opponent... From Green Bay, Wisconsin... Weighing in at 225 pounds... DRAKE MUNDAY!

Caelan Tyler: I believe this is Drake's first title opportunity in NLW. Think he'll be able to make the most of it Jake?

Jake Steel: Nope! I think Demarco is going to choke a bitch!

Munday stands on the middle ropes, waving to the crowd and pumping his hands over his head. Demarco steps up behind him, slamming his arm up between Munday's legs with a cheap shot and Munday crumples forward over the top turnbuckle, doubled up in pain. Hooking him between the legs, Demarco lifts Munday from the turnbuckle, slinging him over his shoulders, then drops Munday head first with a death valley driver. The referee steps between Demarco and Munday, trying to separate the two of them until the match can officially begin, but Demarco refuses to give up the early advantage and arrogantly shoves the referee aside, following up by laying the boots to Munday with a series of stomps and kicks. Munday grabs hold of Demarco's foot, wrenching him by the ankle and twisting Demarco to the mat beside him before rebounding to his feet and putting some distance between himself and Demarco.

Caelan Tyler: Demarco trying to take advantage of Drake's showboating to kick this match off.

Jake Steel: It's a street fight, what do you expect him to do, wait for the bell?

Caelan Tyler: ...Yes?

Jake Steel: Pff, suckers wait for the bell.

As Munday reaches safety, the referee calls for the bell and the match formally begins, Demarco recovering his footing and assuming a boxing stance, moving in slowly while weaving from side to side, forcing Munday backward toward the corner while pressing in with quick jabs and to the ribs and body. Munday covers as best he can, backing up until cornered. Demarco lays into Munday, drilling him about the face and shoulders with heavy handed fists that seem to come at Munday from all directions. Munday accepts the punishment, throwing a knee up into Demarco's midsection in retaliation that momentarily stuns the powerhouse. Seating himself backward onto the top turnbuckle, Munday somersaults forward from the ropes and over Demarco's head with a sunset flip, bringing Demarco down in a pinning predicament.

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Demarco kicks out, rolling away as he regains his footing. Munday stands back up, showboating for a moment and tapping a finger to the side of his head to advertise his intelligence. Demarco comes into Munday from the side with a running shoulder block while Munday is distracted and takes him to the mat. Demarco mounts Munday while he lays face down, raining down punches to the back of Munday's skull. Munday tucks in, curling into a ball, then somersaults through and comes out between Demarco's legs, scissoring Demarco's leg into a grapevine in the process. Munday applies pressure and the referee checks on Demarco for the submission. Demarco grabs the referee by the shirt, tugging him down so he falls over top of Munday, breaking the hold in the process, then frees himself and bounces back to his feet, kicking and stomping viciously over both Munday and the referee alike.

Caelan Tyler: Demarco doesn't seem to care who he's hitting here.

Jake Steel: There are no shits being given tonight.

Munday grapples the referee, rolling the two of them over and placing himself between Demarco and the ref as a human shield and Demarco does not waste the opportunity, curb stomping down over the back of Munday's skull. Demarco drags Munday back up by the hair, locking him over the shoulder into a standing abdominal stretch while still tugging on Munday's hair. Munday pulls Demarco's hand from his hair, breaking the hold by arm dragging Demarco to the mat, immediately heading for the ropes. Munday scales to the top, while Demarco takes the low road, slipping under the bottom rope and to the outside of the ring, circling behind the commentators table for protection.

Lorenzo Demarco: Hey, what's your problem?

Caelan Tyler: What?

Lorenzo Demarco: I didn't stutter, what's your !@#$ing problem?

Standing on the top turnbuckle, Munday licks his thumb and holds it up, as if measuring for the wind, then makes a brisk tightrope walk across the top rope, stopping mid-way and launching himself through the air with a shooting star press. Demarco grabs Caelan Tyler and pulls him out of his seat, holding Tyler forward as a shield while Munday crashes into both of them, driving Munday, Tyler, and Demarco all three through the security railing and into the crowd. Munday helps Tyler to his feet, blood beginning to redden the back of his head, while Demarco crawls deeper into the crowd and seemingly disappears. The bloodied Caelan Tyler sits back at ringside and Munday heads into the crowd after Demarco.

Jake Steel: I take it all back, Caelan. I love watching you wrestle. You should do that every match.

Caelan Tyler: Not funny, Jake. Not funny in the least.

While Munday makes his way through the crowd, swarms of people press in on him, patting him on the back and inadvertently getting in the way of his progress. Demarco slips free from the audience and over the railing back near ringside and busies himself tearing up the camera cable taped to the floor. Munday tries to push his way through the crowd, reaching the railing only to be immediately whipped over the shoulder and back with a doubled up length of cable. Munday howls, falling over the railing and onto his hands and knees at ringside. Demarco hauls back again and lashes Munday over the back, dark red stripes appearing criss-crossed over Munday's skin as Demarco repeatedly whips him. Munday crawls toward the apron, pulling himself back to his feet despite Demarco's repeated whipping. Munday turns around to face Demarco, another horrific lash coming directly at his face, but Munday throws his arm up between them, the cord wrapping around his forearm before Munday catches it tautly in his grip. Demarco attempts to pull it away, but Munday jerks backward, pulling Demarco up close then booting him in the midsection. Demarco doubles over, winded, and Munday gutwrenches him up overhead, then throws Demarco down with a powerbomb straight to the concrete floor. Munday wraps his legs around Demarco with a triangle choke, twisting his wrist at the same time for added pressure. Demarco braces his feet on the cement, kicking off and shoving the both of them backwards across the floor, driving Munday headfirst into the steel ring steps. Munday's grip slips briefly and Demarco escapes.

Caelan Tyler: This isn't a match so much as a flat out fight!

Jake Steel: What do you expect from Lorenzo Demarco?

Back on his feet, Demarco grabs hold of the steel ring steps, flipping them over on top of Munday, then jumping on top of the steel to further crush Munday between the metal and concrete. Marching away smugly, Demarco approaches the timekeeper's table, demanding his chair. The timekeeper refuses to give up his seat and Demarco becomes hostile, arguing and shouting before finally shoving him from his seat and into the metal security railing. Snatching up the timekeeper's chair, Demarco snaps it shut and turns around, finding Munday stepping free of the metal wreckage and raising to his wobbly feet. With a huge overhead shot, Demarco brings the steel chair down over the top of Munday's skull, bending the seat of the chair in the process. Demarco hikes the chair back overhead, then spins on his heel, blasting the timekeeper as well, discarding the chair on top of his crumpled, bloodied frame.

Jake Steel: Eh, I didn't like that guy anyway. What was his name? Fred?

Calean Tyler: But he's attacking the staff now! Don't you know what this means?

Jake Steel: ...Fred's job is open?

Jerking Munday upright by the hair, Demarco slams him headfirst into the ring bell, a loud ding sounding through the arena while Munday's forehead busts open, blood spilling down his face. Munday lashes out with a back elbow which catches Demarco in the throat, stunning him momentarily while Munday recovers. Taking hold of Demarco, Munday sends him into the steel ring post with an irish whip. Demarco staggers backward after striking the unrelenting steel, but meets a superkick from Munday that drives his skull right back into the post. Clapping Demarco by the back of the head, Munday bulldogs him into the concrete floor, Demarco's head bouncing with a dull thud. Munday steps over to the security railing where his son stands on top of a front row chair, cheering him on excitedly. Munday high-fives with the boy, then turns back to Demarco and is met with a double axe handle to the face. Munday drops to his knees and Demarco grabs him by the hair, jerking his head forward into a hard knee shot, smashing Munday in the face and blood spilling from his nose and lip. Munday crumbles to the ground and Demarco takes a smug seat on top of the timekeeper's table, admiring his handiwork.

Caelan Tyler: This is just disgusting.

Jake Steel: If by 'disgusting' you mean 'amazing', then I agree one hundred percent!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Unlacing his boot, Demarco removes his shoe and shakes it upside-down, producing a small object. Unfolding it he reveals it as a razorblade, then returns to Munday's side, hovering over him as he begins carving on Munday's face. Digging a deep gash across Munday's forehead, Demarco digs his fingers into the wound, ripping and tearing to make it wider until he is splashed with soda from ringside. Looking up infuriated, Demarco comes face to face with Munday's young son, who immediately follows up by throwing popcorn at Demarco as well. Demarco advances toward the boy, waving the razor slowly from side to side in an intimidating manner. The child begins crying as Demarco approaches, but at that moment Munday slams into Demarco from behind, smashing him ribs first over top of the security railing. Demarco's blade slips from his hand and is lost into the crowd, while Munday scoops Demarco up and slams him over the steel railing a second time, this time with an impact gutbuster.

Caelan Tyler: Finally! I hope Drake Munday injures Demarco for this behavior.

Jake Steel: What?! You're just saying that because Demarco is black, aren't you?

Caelan Tyler: No, I'm saying it because he's a terrible human being!

Jake Steel: Pff. Racist.

Picking up the chair from atop the poor, injured timekeeper, Munday hoists the chair high overhead as he approaches Demarco. Swinging down with incredible force, Demarco flips himself over the railing and ducks behind it, Munday striking the railing along as he kinks the chair cleanly in half. Demarco stands up, but takes a step back as Munday takes another swing, Demarco barely keeping himself out of reach. Demarco backpedals, making his way through the crowd along the aisle as Munday continues smashing the against the railing while he forces Demarco backward. Any attempts by Demarco to head back into the crowd are stopped cold by the angry mob of fans that continually push him forward towards the railing to try and feed him to Munday's furious chair shots. As Munday slams the chair down over the top of the railing, Demarco presses forward, leaning against the railing and pinning the chair down, while shoving Munday backward with double open palms, pushing Munday under the entrance ramp while Demarco escapes the crowd and lands back in the aisle.

Caelan Tyler: The crowd wanting no part of Demarco taking the fight into the stands.

Jake Steel: Don't blame them there.

Climbing on the ramp support posts, Munday throws a toe kick which catches Demarco squarely in the jaw, then does a pull-up on the underside struts of the ramp and scissors his legs around Demarco's neck, choking him out while hanging overhead. Demarco gives one of the support legs of the ramp a stiff kick. Then a second, the leg beginning to slide crooked. With a third blow, it slides out of place and gradually the entire entrance ramp tips to one side and collapses to the ground. Demarco stands beside the wreckage, rubbing his hands together, pleased with himself, until the central panel which had fallen over Munday stirs, then lifts up and Munday steps free, holding one of the steel support beams at his side. With a huge baseball swing of the steel, Munday cracks Demarco across the ribs and sends him staggering backward. Demarco attempts to flee, but Munday wraps the bar around his throat from behind, pulling Demarco back and choking him with the cold steel. Demarco claps both hands over the bar, pushing away to relieve some of the pressure, lashing his head back and forth while he strains to break free. With a sudden and disturbing snap, Munday bites down on Demarco's ear, Demarco breaking free and pulling away in a spray of blood, the extent of the damage uncertain for the time being. Munday spits blood into Demarco's face, blinding him momentarily, then seizes hold of Demarco by the shirt and marches him deeper down the aisle, throwing him head first through a door labeled 'Authorized Personnel Only'.

Caelan Tyler: Jeez, the property damage these two are causing, someone better get some stage hands out here to fix the ramp!

Jake Steel: Hey come on guys, I don't want to have to watch the action on these crappy monitors at ringside!

Crashing into the backstage area, Demarco finds himself in a utility corridor, lined with doors and littered with pallets of various ring, lighting, and arena equipment. Demarco picks up a standing halogen light, holding it in both hands like a bat, and waits for Munday to enter. As Munday kicks open the door to follow Demarco backstage, Demarco smashes the lamp down over Munday's head, an explosion of glass leaving blood flowing freely through Munday's hair as he bats the light aside and lunges at Demarco with a diving tackle, taking Demarco down on top of an empty pallet that snaps with the crack of dry wood. Kneeling over Demarco, Munday begins raining down big punches, smashing Demarco over the face and chest. Demarco catches Munday by the wrist, rolling the two of them over so he can secure the top position, then drives his elbow down into Munday's throat, grinding his forearm against Munday's neck and attempting to choke him out. Munday bridges his back to keep his shoulders off the floor, bucking his hips and shifting Demarco's weight off of him, while Demarco elects to break backward and regain his footing rather than be rolled again. Picking up a portion of the broken pallet, Demarco tugs and kicks away the splintered cross pieces, leaving himself with a nail ridden two-by-four, then swings across delivering a powerful shot as Munday begins to stand, breaking the board over Munday's back and leaving deep, bloody gashes across the back of his shoulder.

Caelan Tyler: I recognize that championships in NLW are important, but these two are showing zero regard for their own bodies here! Drake has a young son in the audience tonight for god's sake, you think he wants to see his dad reduced to a bloody pulp?

Jake Steel: Well I do, but I'm probably not the most caring person in the world.

Demarco boots Munday in the small of the back, forcing him forward against a closed door, then shoulders into Munday pinning him there, grabbing a handful of Munday's hair and tugging back on his head, knocking Munday's face against the door again and again. Munday fumbles with the doorknob until he manages to open it, Demarco's pressure spilling both men into what is revealed to be a washroom. Demarco seizes a cylindrical metal trash bin and hoists it over his head, slamming it down over Munday and he scrambles across the floor, then stomps the waste bin, crushing it flat as he smashes Munday between the metal and concrete. Munday rolls over, grabbing the rim of the sink as he pulls himself back toward his feet, and Demarco kicks him from behind, driving Munday toward the wall with the sink at his midsection, doubling him over, winded. Grabbing Munday by the hair, Demarco draws back with Munday's head, then smashes him face first into the mirror which explodes into shards of glass, a bloody smear on the wall where Munday's head strikes. Clinging to the sink to prevent from falling, Munday reels from the blow, while Demarco methodically scoops him up, slinging Munday over his shoulders. Positioning Munday in a fireman's carry, Demarco flips him upward, slamming Munday down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker over the protruding sink, breaking the porcelain from the wall and smashing Munday to the floor while water sprays out all around them. Digging his thumb back into the gash across Munday's forehead, Demarco tears at the cut, the water around them turning red as it mingles with blood. Munday's hands flail through the murky water, coming up with a solid pipe from the shattered sink and clubbing Demarco across the side of the head with a dull thud. Demarco wobbles for a moment before toppling backward onto the flooding floor. With a second dull blow of the pipe, Munday bashes Demarco in the skull again and he reels backward, covering his head desperately with his arms as he tries to scramble away from Munday. With a kick to the back, Munday batters Demarco against the toilet, then stomps down over the back of Demarco's head, forcing his face into and under water.

Caelan Tyler: Drake Munday taking it to Demarco here, although I feel bad for whoever has to cover the property damage here.

Jake Steel: Trevor Kent has deep pockets, he knows it's cheaper to pay for the damages Demarco causes when he's having fun than it is to pay for the damages caused when he's pissed.

Caelan Tyler: ...And he doesn't seem pissed to you right now?!

Jake Steel: Nope, no one's died yet.

Grinding his heel into the back of Demarco's head, Munday holds him there, trying to drown out his opponent while Demarco's arms and legs flail desperately trying to get a hold of anything to free himself. Finding the button to the stool, Demarco flushes it, draining out the water around his head and taking a huge breath of air before the stool begins to refill. Demarco scissors his legs around Munday's one leg while Munday tries to keep him pinned with his foot, sweeping Munday's feet out from under him easily on the wet floor. Springing back to his feet and wiping his face, Demarco staggers toward the door, escaping back into the hall while Munday slips and slides trying to follow him. Munday steps through the door, only to be blindsided by Demarco who smashes into him with a double axe handle, then lays into Munday with clubbing lefts and rights to the body, forcing Munday further down the hall. With a fluid forearm block, Munday shunts Demarco aside, catching him by the wrist and then sending him down the hall with an irish whip and smashing through a set of double doors into what appears to be the underground parking lot. Munday follows after him, stepping into the parking lot and scanning his surroundings, unable to see Demarco anywhere. Demarco raises up out of a truck bed, standing over Munday from behind and holding a metal toolbox over his head.

Lorenzo Demarco: Hey asshole!

Munday turns around in time to see Demarco throw the toolbox, catching it right in the face and dropping to one knee as the contents spill open around him. His hand resting over top of a clawhead hammer, Munday raises back to his feet, the hammer scraping across the concrete as he picks it up and holds it at his side. Demarco leaps from the bed of the truck with a flying clothesline, but Munday lashes out swinging the hammer, clipping Demarco across the jaw with it and knocking him unceremoniously to the ground. Retrieving a tire iron from beside Demarco, Munday clubs him with the cold steel, battering Demarco over the back again and again as Demarco struggles to stand. Demarco comes to his feet with a staple gun, socketing a series of industrial staples into Munday's left peck, then shoving him backwards onto the hood of a car, continuing to shunt staples into Munday's forehead and cheek.

Caelan Tyler: Good lord, both of these men would be arrested for attempted murder if they did this to each other on the streets!

Jake Steel: You mean Drake would be. No cop would be dumb enough to try to lock up Lorenzo Demarco.

Munday's arms flail around, catching hold of one of the windshield wipers and breaking it from the car, slashing Demarco across the face with the broken metal end. Demarco recoils, then presses on again, pulling Munday up forcefully as he stands himself on top of the hood of the car. Jerking Munday overhead with a gutwrench, Demarco powerbombs Munday through the windshield, dropping him inside the car in a spray of broken glass and blood. Munday flounders helpless in the front, finding his way to a sitting position in the driver's seat while Demarco leans down, reaching through the open windshield and grabbing Munday by the head, slamming him face down into the steering wheel repeatedly until the airbags fire off. Bruised and bloody, his face swollen nearly beyond recognition, Munday reaches up and flips down the visor, a set of keys falling into his hands. He fires up the car before Demarco realizes what is happening, gunning the engine forward and bouncing Demarco across the roof and behind the car. Demarco stands up, positioned between the car and the security booth, then tries to make a dash out of the way but is not quick enough as Munday throws the car into reverse, slamming into Demarco and driving him through the plated glass windows of the ticket taker's unit.

Jake Steel: Holy shit!

Kicking out the rear window of the car, Munday crawls out across the truck, looking around for Demarco, then spotting a series of bloody footprints as Demarco has been forced to run barefoot over the broken glass. Following him out of the booth and back into the parking lot, Munday spots Demarco, terribly limping as he attempts to flee. Weaving back and forth as he stumbles along trying to follow, Munday catches Demarco by the shoulder only to be greet with a back elbow to the chin. Munday staggers backward and Demarco locks up, wrenching Munday up and over with a sidewalk slam, bouncing him off the hard concrete. Dropping to his knees, Demarco throws himself over Munday for an exhausted lateral press. The referee slides into position, slapping the concrete.

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2...

Munday kicks out! Demarco looks infuriated as the referee shakes his head 'No'. Getting back to his feet, Demarco shoves the referee backward, pushing him against the side of a car, then draws back a fist to strike him. Crawling slowly, Munday jerks the referee's legs out from under him, tripping him to the ground as Demarco throws the punch, Demarco smashing his hand through the car window and leaving deep gashes running up the length of his forearm, bleeding profusely as he hugs his arm to his body. Kicking Demarco in the midsection, Munday butterflies him overhead, then brings him down with a powerbomb that collides the back of Demarco's head with the truck of the car on his way down to the crunching impact against the cold cement. Lacing up his legs, Munday turns Demarco over into a standing inverted figure four. Demarco howls in pain, clawing against the ground as he tries to drag himself under the car to escape Munday. Grabbing hold of the tailpipe, Demarco tears it from the muffler, driving it backward and stabbing Munday in the calf. Munday shrieks and lets go, Demarco scrambling to safety beneath the car where he pauses to tie a bandana tightly around his forearm to help quell the bleeding.

Caelan Tyler: Is anyone safe from this assault?

Jake Steel: Demarco's mother.

Emerging on the far side of the car where he believes he'll be safe, Demarco struggles back to his feet, scanning the lot and failing to see Munday anywhere. From overhead, Munday looks down on Demarco, having pulled himself up on top of a rig of horizontal track lighting. Munday leaps from the rigging, flipping backward with a shooting star press. Seeing the shadow cast over him as Munday flies inward, Demarco reacts in a flash, whirling himself around and meeting Munday's face mid-flight with a barefoot superkick, broken pieces of glass ground into Demarco's foot now slashing across Munday's face and slicing him open across the eyelid. Munday snaps backward from the collision, landing on the back of his head, his body accordion'ed over him at a sickening angle. Dropping to his knees, Demarco hooks a leg and rolls Munday back onto his shoulders, blood pooling around the two men while the referee kneels into position.

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2...

The referee hesitates, his hand hovering above the asphalt waiting desperately for Munday to recover. Demarco throws him a fierce glare and the referee slaps his hand to the concrete a third time with a defeated sigh.

Zach King: Your winner, and new NLW Destiny Champion... LORENZO DEMARCO!

Caelan Tyler: I... I really don't know what to say about that match...

Jake Steel: ABUSE~! That's all you can say about it.

Caelan Tyler: Well yes but... That was just a sickening display.

Jake Steel: I approve! Demarco got his gold belt, all is right in the world.

We cut backstage where JC is doing some stretches, notably of the leg he uses to deliver big boots. Suddenly a man walks in wearing silver and black with 'SEXY' on his vest and it appears to be Trent Steel. JC looks up, gets an irritated look on his face and then promptly facepalms.

JC: You've got to be kidding me.

An effeminate man walks in with him and looks down at Joe.

Malcolm: Oh wow. You're right. He definitely has the poise of a champion. Hi there. Malcolm Dodds. Let me know if you ever need a makeover!

JC stands up, now looking down on the man, glaring at him. Trent steps in front and pushes Malcolm back a little.

Trent Steel: Yo Mal. Leave. Before Joe gives you a boot to the head.

Malcolm: Geez, just trying to be polite...

Malcolm leaves, and so JC focuses his attention on Trent, noticing his styled hair for the first time.

Trent Steel: Do we have a problem here?

JC: I didn't really watch Uprising...did you get hit in the head? Because you're acting like it was you that got the concussion.

Trent Steel: What because I'm not acting all depressed and angry you're concerned?

JC: I'm concerned because my World title is on the line tonight and you're trying to get a guest spot on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

JC grabs the NLW Championship and drapes it over his shoulder, to emphasize his point.

JC: This is the only accessory I need.

Trent Steel: Glad to see your having your pre-match flake out over something that is none of your business as usual.

JC: Where your head is at is my business. Because I need the violent son of a bitch out there tonight, not Freddie Mercury.

Trent Steel: That's actually a very nice compliment. I thought the Silver looked a little like his style. Thanks.

JC rubs his fingers on the bridge of his nose and sighs.

JC: Look Trent, I'm serious. I just came back from a serious concussion, I've got two people gunning for my belt... I need you to have my back.

Trent Steel: Careful, our opponents might think that you're giving me a invitation to ride you like a pony.

JC: Or your friend might come back in thinking the same thing.

Trent Steel: Relax, Malcolm is just my new manager. Nothing more. Besides. I'm doing this for you ya know.

JC: Maybe I hit my head harder than I thought. How does this....

JC motions at Trent's new get-up.

JC: ...Help me?

Trent Steel: What makes Ice and Will madder than anything?

JC: I give up. What?

Trent Steel: They love seeing you and I miserable and upset, so to make them angry we do the opposite. We have a good time. We make them think we are having the time of our lives. To be honest. I think I have pissed them off being 'Sexy' Trent this week more than when I first made fun of Will's corpse bride.

JC: You know what Trent? As long as I keep my World title and we take the tag titles, I don't care if you come out dressed like a peacock. Let's just get it done.

Trent Steel: It'll get done. I got a plan. One that I think, despite how you feel about my new outlook, you are going to enjoy... promise. How's your head?

JC walks past Trent towards the exit, but turns back and looks at him before he goes.

JC: I'm more focused than I've ever been. It's time to end the Legacy.

He leaves Trent behind in the locker room as we cut back to ringside, where the ringside crew are finishing up repairs on the entrance ramp.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like The Rogues are on the same page here tonight, and that won't be good for Legacy.

Jake Steel: Good! Let that farce of a team finally lose those tag titles!

Caelan Tyler: Farce of a team? They're both NLW Legends Jake!

Jake Steel: And?

Zach King: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be contested under Legacy Rules for the NLW Legacy Championship!

Dan comes out from behind the curtain and takes center stage as 'I'm Not Afraid' starts to play. He poses to the fans and then a blast of purple and blue pyro explodes from the stage. Dan makes his way down the ramp and interacts with the fans. He runs up the steps and steps through the rope. He runs to the other side and jumps up on the turnbuckle where he poses for the fans. He does this on each turnbuckle, before doing a backflip to the center of the ring where he prepares to meet his opponent.

Zach King: Introducing first, the challenger... From Smithville, Tennessee... Weighing in at 225 pounds... DANGEROUS DAN!

Caelan Tyler: Here's a GCWA Hall of Fame member who is more known for his tag team ability than his singles prowess. It will be interesting to see how well he fares without his partner tonight.

Jake Steel: This should be a cakewalk for the champion, Cael. Half a tag team does not equal a singles champion unless your name is JC!

The fading-in echo of 'I' ricochets from one end of the arena to the other.

As the chorus of 'Won't Back Down' by Fuel begins to play, Kevin Heat walks out with a smug smirk on his face. He ignores all crowd reaction, whether cheer, boo or indifferent, though jeers seem to be the majority. Either way, he walks down to the ring as if he owns the place, stopping to get a good look at the fans faces every once in a while and shaking his head in disappointment. He enters the ring gradually, unhooking the Legacy championship from around his waist.

Zach King: And his opponent... From Baltimore, Maryland... Weighing in at 228 pounds... He is the NLW Legacy Champion... KEVIN HEAT!

Caelan Tyler: With a win tonight, Heat will tie fellow NLW Legend The Phoenix's record for longest Legacy title run in terms of the number of shows as champion.

Jake Steel: Anything that leads to Phoenix being stricken from the record books is something I approve of. Come on, 'Nuklear' Heat!

The two men stare each other down across the ring as the referee raises the Legacy title for everyone to see, showing exactly what is on the line in this bout. He then hands off the belt to Zach King at ringside, and calls for the bell to get this championship match underway. Neither man seems anxious to lock up, as they circle the ring looking to get a feel for the speed and agility of the opponent. Dan fakes a tie-up attempt, which Heat scuttles backward to avoid. The challenger does not follow up on this, allowing Heat to move further away from the ropes and the possibility of a wasted rope break this early in the match. The two briefly circle again before Heat gets the advantage with a side headlock. Dan looks for a standing switch to take control with a hammerlock of some kind, but Heat is able to spin to the opposite side and quickly reapply the side headlock. The challenger shoves Heat off into the ropes, and prepares for a clothesline that ultimately is for naught as Heat hangs on to the ropes and rolls outside the ring to a chorus of jeers.

Caelan Tyler: I'm not quite sure I follow this. Why is Heat leaving the ring when hardly anything's been done?

Jake Steel: He's playing a mental game, Caelan. Trying to get under Dan's skin and force him to make a mistake! Isn't it obvious?

Obvious or not, the referee is having no part of playing the waiting game, immediately going to his ten-count. Heat climbs up the steps and hops over the top rope at a count of seven, his gaze never leaving the form of the challenger in the ring. As he closes in, Heat gets a small, cocky smirk on his face that is immediately wiped off by a right-handed punch from Dangerous Dan. Wasting no time, Dan fires off several more right hands, staggering the reigning Legacy champ with the offense. An Irish whip follows, and Dan connects with a flying forearm to the champion to send him to the mat. First cover of the match by the challenger:

1...

2...and that's all, as Heat easily pops the left shoulder off the mat. Dan hesitates but a moment before applying a side headlock to keep the champion under control while he plans out his next burst of offense.

Caelan Tyler: Still the early stages, but Dangerous Dan hasn't let Heat's antics get to him yet.

Jake Steel: Cael, I have a question. Shouldn't we be calling Dan and his partner 'The 21st Century Midnight Express?' After Beautiful Bobby and Sweet Stan, well, you know...

Caelan Tyler: ...

It only takes but a few seconds for Heat to get back to his feet, still being held in the hold, but the vertical base is enough leverage for him as he manages to slip behind Dan and hook up a rear waistlock. A forearm to the back of the head stops Dan before he has time to pull off a standing switch, and a dropkick to the back of the head sends the challenger down to the mat. Heat wastes no time in continuing to attack the back of the head, using a quick leg drop to further damage his opponent. After the impact, Heat rolls Dan over into a cover of his own:

1...

2...and no more, as Dan is able to kick out.

Caelan Tyler: Now it's the challenger who has to work from the defensive.

Jake Steel: Stay on him, Heat!

Instead of keeping Dan grounded, Heat pulls his opponent back to a vertical base before dashing towards the near-side ropes. On the rebound, Dan looks for a clothesline, but Heat is able to duck it and keep running. Off the far-side ropes this time, Heat catches Dan in the face with a running dropkick, and the impact sends Dan to the mat, rolling outside the ring and onto the protective mats at ringside. A smile crosses the face of Heat—this is what he wanted from the start, as he bounces off the ropes furthest away from Dan and charges in at full speed. As he nears where Dan is starting to recover, Heat leaps onto the middle of the top rope, pauses momentarily to get his balance, and comes off with a somersault plancha that sends both men to the floor! Heat is quick to spring to his feet, a smile still on his face as he soaks in the jeers of the crowd.

Jake Steel: You see, Cael, that is why he is the champ! Dan has no defense against the guy!

Caelan Tyler: This showboating, though, is allowing Dan time to recover. It could be a mistake.

As the ref's count passes four, Heat turns his focus back onto Dan, who is starting to rise again. The Legacy champ lashes out a kick, which Dan catches, but falls for the classic ruse as Heat comes back with an enzuigiri to send the challenger down in a heap! Sliding back into the ring, he motions for the ref to continue counting as he strolls nonchalantly over to the far side of the ring, lying down across the ropes in the far corner and mocking the ref's count. Six! Dan is starting to stir, though his movements seem rather sluggish at best. Seven! With an arm shaking, Dan's gets a hand on the top of the apron, trying to pull himself back up.

Caelan Tyler: If Heat doesn't pay attention, he's going to allow Dan back into this match!

Jake Steel: Pfft. It's just a false sense of confidence. What better way to demoralize someone?

Eight! Dan has both hands on the apron, and is barely on his feet. He has a far-away look as he tries to stand, and finally does. Nine! Heat finally comes off the ropes in the corner, closing in as Dan barely makes it back into the ring to stop the countout from happening. With Dan still on the mat, Heat charges over and drops into a quick cover:

There is no count, Dan's foot is under the bottom rope!

Jake Steel: All right, Heat, there you go. Make him waste them early and then pounce on him!

Caelan Tyler: Jake, when the hell did you become interested in Legacy Rules?

Jake Steel: Ever since Heat won the title.

Caelan Tyler: I should have guessed....

Heat looks for another cover, hoping perhaps to force the second use of Dan's three rope breaks, but the ref waves it off, stating that Dan hadn't gotten a chance to get to his feet. Frustrated, Heat turns to mouth off at the ref for a few moments as Dan shakily gets to a vertical base. A moment later, only the turnbuckles are holding him up as Heat blasts Dan with a running clothesline to the corner! Dan looks to be totally out of it as Heat sets his opponent on the top rope, looking for something that could put the challenger away in a hurry. Heat climbs to the middle rope, delivering a forearm shiver to the face as he does so and follows it up with a front waistlock. A moment later, Dan is sent flying across the length of the ring as Heat utilizes an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! The impact rolls Dan over towards the ropes, and Heat can be seen fuming for a few seconds before scrambling over for the cover. Before he does, though, Heat makes sure to kick the challenger's foot under the bottom rope before putting a foot on the chest in an arrogant cover that obviously does not get counted.

Caelan Tyler: And that is the challenger's second rope break in this match. I'm surprised that Heat just didn't go for the win there, Jake.

Jake Steel: See, Cael, the FTF is out to purge NLW. JC said as much. Heat's just making sure that the purging goes as planned.

Caelan Tyler: Hey Jake, how does the Kool-Aid taste?

Jake Steel: As bitter as the tears of Phoenix fans when he gets his neck re-broken tonight by our World Champion!

Caelan Tyler: ...

Kevin Heat looks to be in total control of this match, and he knows it. As he pulls on Dan's hair to get him to stand, he gets surprised--as does the ref for a few moments--as Dan rolls him up into a small package! The ref is a heartbeat late in getting to the cover:

1...

2...

Thr--no! That heartbeat of hesitation just cost Dangerous Dan the Legacy title! Furious, Heat storms to his feet and drops an elbow to the back of Dan's head, and then quickly regains his footing and begins to stomp away at the challenger, forcing him to seek refuge instinctively as he grabs onto the rope like a life preserver.

Caelan Tyler: Folks, I think this is the first time that one man in a Legacy Rules match has used all three rope breaks before their opponent has used even one. Dangerous Dan is now at a huge disadvantage to the champion!

Jake Steel: Someone cue up Phoenix's wife! We need the fat lady, pronto!

Caelan Tyler: Jake, that's enough.

The predatory smile that crosses the Legacy Champion's face says it all as he pulls Dan away from the ropes and delivers a scoop slam near the turnbuckle. Heat then steps outside, climbing the ropes with no sense of urgency whatsoever as he measures Dan up for something. As Heat turns to mock the audience, he doesn't realize that Dan has flipped onto his stomach, and is on all fours. A moment later, Heat leaps as he turns his head, seeing the situation has changed...and gets caught in mid-air by Dangerous Dan, who promptly turns and nearly destroys Kevin Heat with a spinebuster!

Jake Steel: Holy mother of--!

Caelan Tyler: That was a desperation reversal by Dangerous Dan, and if he hadn't been worked over for the last ten minutes, I would think he could crawl into a cover here and get the fall! Kevin Heat has not moved since impact!

Jake Steel: That man should be arrested! That was attempted murder!

One! Neither man is moving.

Two! Dan's right hand flops almost bonelessly as Heat still has not moved since impact—only the rising and falling of his chest gives any indication that he's still alive.

Three! Now Dan's right arm is starting to move, looking for some surface to push off of and allow him to stand. Heat is finally showing signs of movement too, as he tries to bend his knees to give him leverage to push off of.

Four! With effort, Dan has gotten onto his stomach, giving him more options to get to his feet. Heat's legs have straightened out again, though he is also trying to flip over onto his belly.

Five! Dan has started to crawl towards the ropes, as Heat finally gets fully over and gets his arms underneath his torso.

Six! Dan has reached the ropes, and is trying to use them to climb to his feet. Heat has managed to get to all fours now, though his legs still appear shaky.

Seven! Heat is now on both knees in something of a vertical position, Dan has grabbed the middle rope and has one leg planted. He's almost to his feet at this point.

Eight! Heat is starting to rise, but Dan has finally gotten to his feet, breaking the count.

Caelan Tyler: I'm not sure if Heat's recovered enough; can Dan find the will of a champion within himself and pull off what many would call a major comeback?

Jake Steel: Simple answer, Cael. NO!

Despite being up second, Heat is first to take to the offensive, firing off a weak-looking right hand that still staggers a beaten-down Dan. The challenger responds in kind, catching Heat right on the side of the jaw and staggering the champion back a step or two. Heat throws another right, this one with more behind it, rocking the challenger. Heat looks for a third, but Dan manages to duck it and catch a recovering Heat with a Pele kick, sending the champ to the mat in a heap! The challenger falls into a cover, forgetting to hook the leg:

1...

2...

Thre--Foot on the ropes!

Jake Steel: See, Cael, this is why he's the Legacy champ! He knows to save those breaks for when he needs them!

Caelan Tyler: You may be right, Jake, as a still-recovering Dangerous Dan just let a perfect opportunity pass him by.

After the beating he's taken, it's not surprising that Dan has to take a few seconds to get to his feet. However, it's clear that the adrenaline is beginning to flow as he pulls the champion up to his and backs him into the corner. A couple of quick kicks leaves Heat dazed, and Dan follows up by jumping onto the middle rope and coming back with a kick that catches Heat across the bridge of his nose! The champion falls to the mat as Dan points to the corner, maybe signaling for The ENDD. As he ascends, though, he notices that Heat has gotten to a knee and is in the process of standing up. Changing his plan on the fly, the challenger leaps off, grabbing Heat by the head in mid-air and planting the champion in the center of the ring with a variant of a tornado DDT! Cover by Dan as the ref slides in:

1...

2...

Thre--no! Heat just gets a shoulder up to stop the count!

Caelan Tyler: We almost had a new Legacy champion there! The ref's hand was about four inches off the mat!

Jake Steel: Dammit, Heat, get back in this match!

Caelan Tyler: Jake, would it kill you to show some non-bias?

Jake Steel: Yes it would, Cael!

Caelan Tyler: Thought as much....

The challenger's face says it all—he thought he had the champion to rights there. However, Dan look determined to finish things now as he pulls Heat into a double underhook, and raises him into a vertical position. Heat struggles to fall out of it, and actually starts to lean back as if he's about to return to his feet. Dan moves forward a few paces to stop this from happening, and quickly falls to the mat, driving Heat face-first into the canvas with the Danger Zone! The crowd is on their feet, cheering as Dan rolls Heat over for the cover:

1...

2...

Three--but Heat's foot is on the rope! The ref raises up to call for the bell, but notices what he just missed and waves off the decision! Furious, Dan gets into the official's face to argue the call as the fans erupt into a sea of boos directed at the third man in the ring.

Caelan Tyler: I hate to say it, but the ref is well within his rights here. He never called for the bell, and so Heat gets a stay of execution, at least for now. It does cost him his second rope-break, though.

Jake Steel: BWAHAHA! Serves you right! Now keep arguing while Heat prepares to beat you senseless!

Despite Dan's protests, the official motions for the match to continue under threat of disqualification. Growling, Dan shoulders past the official, who barely manages to scramble out of the way. As he moves, though, it puts him out of position and allows Heat to blatantly punch the challenger below the belt! Dan staggers back, holding his crotch as Heat stands up and in desperation hits Heartburn! Both men fall to the mat, but Heat seems to be in the better condition as he crawls over to the challenger and drapes an arm over the chest. Dan's foot is under the ropes, but the ref doesn't even pause at this as he falls into the count:

1...

2...

Two and three-quarters only, as Dan gets a shoulder off the mat!

Jake Steel: That was three, ref!

Caelan Tyler: Jake, what did the ref say?

Jake Steel: The ref is wrong! That was three!

Caelan Tyler: And that's why you're here, and the ref is in there. Also, good call by the ref to recognize that Dan was out of rope breaks, and proceed with the count anyway.

Again, both men are slow to get to their feet, and once more Heat takes the early advantage. However, his punches seem to have less behind them, as Dan absorbs all of the jabs that Heat throws at him and lets loose with two lefts and a big right hook that stuns the Legacy champ. Without even realizing it, Dan takes a step back and tries to connect with The ENDD is Near. Heat sees it coming, goes to duck, but doesn't escape it completely and takes the kick with a glancing blow along the side of his head. The challenger looks for a cover, but breaks it before the ref can slide in, noting the ring position. Instead, he pulls Heat to his feet and whips him into the near-side ropes, kicking him in the gut on the rebound. Dan grabs the head, maybe looking for a Twist of Fate, but as he turns Heat reaches up and wraps an arm around Dan's neck, bending him backwards and into a dragon sleeper!

Jake Steel: DBF! DBF! Heat's got this one locked up, Cael! It's over! OVER, I'm telling you!

Caelan Tyler: With all of the punishment Dan's taken to his head this match, you may be right unless he can find a way out of this predicament right now!

The ring position doesn't matter, as Dan can't use the ropes to break the hold. The smug look on Heat's face says it all as Dan starts to slow his struggling. The referee moves in closer, looking for a sign to stop the match. Thus, he's got the best seat in the house to watch as Dan brings his right leg up to bring his shin up to nail the Legacy champ in the face, forcing the break! Heat shakes his head to clear out the cobwebs, but charges right back in to take umbrage at the way his signature hold was broken. This time, though, he walks squarely into The ENDD is Near, and falls to the canvas! Exhausted, Dan falls into the cover:

1...

2...

Heat grabs the bottom rope to use his final rope break to stop the count! As the ref informs Dan of this, the camera can hear him groan in frustration.

Caelan Tyler: And that's the last of the rope breaks. It all comes down to heart and who wants it more!

Jake Steel: Hey, Cael? Don't you mean 'it all comes down to Heat finally ending any hope of a title change?'

Caelan Tyler: ...

The challenger is up first, sensing that perhaps one last big move will end things. With Heat woozy, Dan runs to the second rope and bounces off, looking perhaps for a knockout DDT. Heat rolls underneath the outstretched arms of Dan and proceeds to spring off the middle rope himself, looking for a springboard bulldog and maybe the win by that method. Surely the last thing he expected was a boot to the head, right?

Apparently.

Pele Kick to an airborne Kevin Heat!

Jake Steel: Come on, Heat, get up! You've taken worse than this!

Caelan Tyler: I doubt he can hear you, Jake. The Legacy champ looks to be out!

Dan rolls out to the apron, moving agonizingly slow as he climbs the turnbuckles, looking to finish this match for good here. Heat is beginning to stir, but how aware he is of his surroundings is unclear as Dan finally gets to the top rope and looks down at his opponent. In the next moment, he leaps off, flipping in the air and connecting with The ENDD on the Legacy champion! Turning around, Dan hooks the near leg as he falls into the cover:

1...

2...

3!

The ref calls for the bell as the arena erupts into cheers and the ref raises the victor's hand, title belt already in possession.

Zach King: Here is your winner, and the NEW NLW Legacy Champion...DANGEROUS DAN!

Caelan Tyler: He did it! Dangerous Dan is the new Legacy Champion!

Jake Steel: Welp, back to not giving two craps about that championship!

Caelan Tyler: It's your job to care Jake.

Jake Steel: No, it's your to care, it's my job to be snarky. Besides, that altercation with Jesse Williams earlier just threw him off his game is all!

The scene cuts backstage to the waiting Charisma Finch.

Charisma Finch: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here with the new Destiny champion, Lorenzo Demarco.

Lorenzo Demarco comes into the camera shot as the crowd begins to boo. He looks down at the title laying on his shoulder and then looks up at Charisma Finch with a sneer. Charisma is obviously uncomfortable

Charisma Finch: Demarco, congratulations on your very first title here in NLW. What are your thoughts on your previous match, and the future up coming match with Seth Channing?

Lorenzo Demarco: Seriously? All that time to think up something original, something creative, something that makes you seem less of a skinny crack whore bimbo, and that's what you come up with? Well, fine. I guess that's okay. What's my thoughts about my match with Munday? Well, what does it matter. I did what I say I would do. I took that runt, and used him as a stepping stone to greater things? Did he give me more of a fight than I thought? Okay, I'll give him credit for that. He gave me a good last stand, but you know the thing about last stands, if you're the one giving it, you're usually on the wrong side.

Now, as for Seth Channing. Well I hope that bitch got a good look at what I did tonight, I want him to bore that into his memory. Cause if that didn't give him a clue, a hint, an iota of what a nasty nigga I can be... He's in for a nasty surprise. They all go down, and I keep going to Sully with my hand out, waiting, and demanding, to be paid in full!

Lorenzo Demarco looks at Chrisma Finch and sneers before patting his hand on the title and walking away.

Caelan Tyler: Some choice words by Demarco there for Seth Channing, who earlier earned the next shot at the Destiny Championship.

Jake Steel: Best not to rile up a guy like that you know.

Caelan Tyler: I agree, doing so is just asking for trouble.

Jake Steel: The stage hands are going to get sick of mopping up the spilled blood Demarco is going to leave in his wake.

Zach King: The following match is a dogfight match and is for the Anarchy X Championship! Making her way to the ring, fighting out of New York City, New York... weighing in at 205 pounds...

The lights go out as the sound of violins echo through the arena, the 'What it is to Burn' by Finch hammering through the PA.

She buuuuuuuuuuuuurns

Zach King: THE BLACK PHOENIX!

Today's on fire
The sky is bleeding above me, and I am blistered
I walk these lines of blasphemy, every day
And still:

The lights begin to strobe as images of the carnage left in the wake of the Phoenix flashes on the big screen:

The Black Phoenix setting Ali Khadafi on fire, Her quickly moving out of the way as half the ceiling falls when she was just moments before in the infamous ladder match versus The Wrestling God and Vanity, wiping Medea Jane from OWF's blood over her chest. Sunset power bombing Twilight to the floor. Flicking her blood at the crowd.

Like a bad star, I'm falling faster down to her
She's the only one who knows, what it is to burn
So tell me
What's the price to pay for glory?

The Black Phoenix appears underneath a spotlight on the turnbuckle as flame explode from the other turnbuckles, the mask looking even more ghoulish as it reflect the light of the fire. She throws her hands in the air as the light come back on with a thunder of pyro on the stage.

Today is fire, and she burns
Today is fire, and she burns
She burns
She burns
She burns

The lights fade back up and the music fades as The Black Phoenix drops from the turnbuckle and awaits the battle ahead, the referee walking towards her to secure the dog collar and chain around her neck.

Caelan Tyler: This is going to be an interesting bout to say the least, as Trevor Kent gave Draco that ultimatum last Uprising. Think Draco is going to take it?

Jake Steel: If he's smart he will.

The arena lights shut down instantly as the heavy drums and guitar lines of Disturber's 'Warrior' kick in. Only a few seconds go by before the lead singer's trademark 'WAOW!' scream. As this scream roars off the speakers the entrance way explodes in a giant pyrotechnic display. Strobe lights begin to flash to the beat intense beat of the rock song. A figure stands in the center of the strobe light illuminated smoke. He starts walking through the smoke towards the ring.

I am now an instrument of violence
I am a vessel of invincibility
I cannot leave this undecided
Stepping down to battle another day

The figure steps through the smoke with a determined look on his face. The figure is revealed to be 'The Hellacious One' Draco. He is wearing his usual ring attire consisting of loose fitting black pants, taped up fists, and black boots. His exposed chest is covered in the soot that hung in the smoke from the entrance display, the Anarchy X championship strapped around his waist. The big screen comes to life showing some of Draco's most brutal moments. Most of these moments are Draco being bloody, bruised, and beaten, but still having his hand raised.

Remember me for all time this
Determination is a vital part of me
Surrender now or be counted
With the endless masses that I will defeat

Draco gets to the ring apron and looks up eyeing his opponent. He steps into the ring not showing an ounce of fear. As he steps into the ring the lights begin to show some life, a bit of light coming from each. Draco stares his opponent down showing a small smirk. It was the only real emotion that can be seen on Draco's face. Draco's bloodiest and most cringe worthy moments have faded away to numerous names being seen flying past the screen. A few notable names stick out; Punisher, Casanova, Zimdela Brudon, Shane Donovan, The Phoenix, and countless others.

Come on, bring it, you don't see it
I don't believe it
Broken down, till your hope has died
Beat down till the victory is mine
Stand up and show me some pride
And now, are you ready?

The lights have been brought back up to their original state. Draco still stood there staring at his opponent. The names have ceased. The bloody battles of old had stopped as well. As the last lyric was uttered stood motioning for his opponent to come add to his highlight reel.

Zach King: And her opponent... From Whitesburo, New York... Weighing in at 204 pounds... He is the NLW Anarchy X Champion... 'THE HELLACIOUS ONE' DRACO!

Caelan Tyler: Looks like we're about to find out what Draco's choice was.

Jake Steel: Let it be the wise one! Come to the dark side!

'Here We Are Juggernaut' plays, the crowd booing as Trevor Kent makes his way down to the ring, a FTF t-shirt in hand. He walks up to the cage as the referee secures the chain around Draco's neck, holding up the shirt and pointing to Draco. He slides the shirt in through the cage, yelling to Draco to be smart about this. Draco picks up the shirt, holding it up for the crowd to see, their boos picking up as BP looks on.

Caelan Tyler: Is he...?

Jake Steel: He should!

Draco holds the shirt to his chest, the crowd continuing to get louder as Draco slides the shirt over his head, Trevor Kent smiling wide as he watches this. Draco smirks as he walks to the cage, grinning to TGO... Before spitting in his face! The crowd cheers as Draco rips the shirt off, stomping on it. Kent wipes the spittle from his face before trying to get into the cage, the referee yelling at him to get away as security comes down the ramp. TGO shakes his head, relenting as the fans cheer.

Caelan Tyler: He turned the FTF down!

Jake Steel: Well smooth move Draco, now Black Phoenix is going to have to snap you in half.

The bell sounds and here we go! Black Phoenix and Draco both grab some of the chain connecting them and begin tugging on it. It's clear competitors are trying to pull each other closer. Draco gives it a hard tug and Black Phoenix comes in closer but is prepared. Muay Thai elbow to the face! Another one... another one. Black Phoenix jumps in the air and Draco catches her but while holding on to her he begins to eat more elbows to the face. He throws her down. She kips back up and begins to throw elbows at a rapid pace. Draco backs into the corner and is trapped as the elbows continue happening. It's as if she's trying to completely shatter his face. He grabs a hold of her and throws her down. He drops to a knee which is a big mistake as Black Phoenix gets back up runs and knees him in the head. She drags him away from the corner and goes for a pin without using the chain or cage.

1...

2...

Kick out! Black Phoenix stands back up and grabs the length of the chain and tries to hit Draco with it. Draco rolls out of the way. Draco rolls out of the way a second time. He's on one knee as Black Phoenix goes for a third time before he grabs her legs and pulls her down on the mat. He mounts her and begins to rain punches of his own. He gets off of her and picks her up. He sets her up for a standing dropkick and nails it hard! Draco stands up and drops down to one knee, clearly wobbly and dazed from the previous assault. Black Phoenix is back up Draco grabs her by the mask and goes to throw her into the cage. She blocks it. She elbows Draco in the stomach. Draco stumbles up as Black Phoenix crabs a length of the chain and goes to hit him in the face. He ducks, he ducks again. He hits a closed fist right into her throat. She drops to the mat coughing for air as she clutches her throat.

Caelan Tyler: This is turning into a brawl like the earlier match, although the cage will keep them from causing the kind of damage Demarco and Munday did.

Jake Steel: It keeps the abuse front and center for me to watch, just the way I like it!

Draco grabs a length of chain and wraps it around her throat, choking her! He pulls up bringing her back to her feet but not letting go of the chain choke. He has it on tight as she pulls at it trying to get out of it, but to no avail. The referee is there asking if she wants to give, but she keeps saying no. Draco realizes she has too much fight in her still and throws her down to the mat. She pulls the chain off around her throat as Draco grabs a length of chain and goes to whip her with it, but she shoots a foot up kicking him in the stomach hunching him over. She scrambles to her feet and double axe handles him in the back of the head bringing him down on the mat. She now takes the chain and not around the throat, BUT AROUND HIS MOUTH! She tightens it and pulls on it with all the might she has. Draco is trying to pull the chain off as the pressure is doing its damage.

Caelan Tyler: They're both putting that chain to good use.

Jake Steel: Well that's what it's there for, right?

Caelan Tyler: Yes, this match can only end by pinfall or submission, with the chain just being there pretty much as a weapon.

Draco is standing back up on his feet but the chain is still wrapped tightly around his opened mouth. He pushes himself back smashing Black Phoenix in the corner. He begins to stumble away but she grabs the chain and yanks it pulling him back. As he comes back she hits him with a hard muay thai elbow right into the back of his head dropping him to his knees. She walks around and very deliberately kicks him right in the mouth! She goes for the pin.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Black Phoenix stands back up and begins to wrap the chain around her fist. With the chain around her fist she does a fist drop right into Draco's face! Draco rolls over holding his face, but surprisingly he does not begin to bleed. In fact he begins to stand back up! Black Phoenix looks at the length of the chain and begins to wonder. She realizes there's enough and begins to wrap the chain around her elbow.

Caelan Tyler: Well, this is just going to escalate, isn't it?

Jake Steel: Yep, isn't it awesome?

Draco is back up on his feet and MUAY THAI ELBOW WITH THE CHAIN! He drops down and now his forehead is cut open, and it's a nasty cut! Black Phoenix lets out a scream that is very similar to the one of Chase Roberts. She sees blood and begins to go to town. She mounts Draco and begins to rain down elbows right into the cut. Draco is trying his best to block them but some of them get through. He's dazed, he's almost out of it. He rolls over and Black Phoenix is now under him. He grabs her by the mask and headbutt, headbutt, headbutt! Black Phoenix drops down motionless and Draco rolls off but the damage has been done to him as well. Blood is pouring down his forehead into both of his eyes. He tries to wipe the blood out of his eyes but they keep coming. Black Phoenix is up on her feet. Draco grabs a length of chain and swings it. He nails her directly in the face!

Caelan Tyler: Between this and the Destiny Championship match this show is getting difficult to watch...

Jake Steel: For you maybe. Quit being such a baby, this is amazing.

Black Phoenix stumbles back but doesn't fall. Draco brings the chain right into her ribs. She grabs her ribs and stumbles. He hits her right in the stomach and she hunches over. He brings the length of chain up and crashes it down on the back of her head and she drops down right at his feet. He violent brings one of his feet up and smacks her in the mask. She rolls over on her back. Draco wraps the chain... around his bleeding head? He holds on to the chain to keep it in place and then drops a falling headbutt on Black Phoenix! Draco rolls over and sits up. His face is the crimson mask now and he shakes his head. The adrenaline from that attack that attack has passed. He stands up on his feet though and grabs the chain. He pulls Black Phoenix up in a sitting position, and then pulls her up to her feet. He wraps the chain around her throat again and pulls on it tight. He then runs with her still being choked and throws her into the cage! She stumbles and falls and you can see a dark spot on her mask from where blood must of been spilled!

Caelan Tyler: Draco is doing everything he can here to try to put Black Phoenix down, but she seems to be just as tenacious as Chase Roberts was.

Jake Steel: I'll say, she's earning that mask the hard way.

Draco slowly walks over to her and picks her back up. She's standing but wobbly. He wraps the chain around his fist and takes his time. He hits a precise shot right in the chin with the chained wrapped fist and she falls down. Draco doesn't go for the pin however. Instead He takes a length of chain and puts it right over her eye holes. He lifts his foot up and stomps on the chain! She rolls over holding her face as Draco grabs a length of chain and begins to brutally whip her in the back with it over and over again! He puts a knee on her back and puts the chain around her face and pulls up! Black Phoenix is in agonizing pain. The referee is there asking for the submission. It's clear Draco wants to make Black Phoenix give up! He wants her to say 'I want you to be victorious!' But she refuses. She will not submit. Her hand doesn't even come close to tapping. Draco lets go of the submission. He picks her back up only for her to drop to one knee. Draco picks her up again but she's having trouble standing as she drops to a knee. Draco picks her back up a third time and she pushes away from Draco and then hits a KAWADA KICK RIGHT INTO THE CUT! The crowd groans as Draco goes down, blood flying everywhere, a few splatters hitting the referee. They are both down Black Phoenix begins to slowly stand up. She kicks Draco hard sending him on his stomach. She puts a boot on the back of his head and pulls up on the chain choking him. Draco's arms and legs flail as he tries to pull himself up to relieve pressure, but Black Phoenix has him well in hand. She does this for close to twenty seconds before releasing it. She pulls on the chain forcing Draco to stand up. She grabs a length of chain and prepares to whip him. He turns around and she swings it hitting him on his bloody forehead. He drops down as more splatters of blood go flying!

Caelan Tyler: Draco seems to be fixated on getting a submission victory over the Black Phoenix, but I'm not sure that's a great idea...

Jake Steel: Any idea that leads to more abuse needing to be handed out is an okay idea to me!

Black Phoenix takes the length of chain and brings up and sends it crashing down right in his testicle area! Draco sits up in pain only for another length of chain to hit him right in the throat and send him back down! Black Phoenix mounts him and begins biting his cut! She then begins to tear at it trying to make it worse! Draco throws her off but she gets back on top of him pressing the chain on his throat trying to choke him again, take the life right out of him! Black Phoenix stands up jumps in the air and lands with a double stomp on his forehead. She's not even trying to go for the pin now. She pulls on the chain forcing him up. She grabs him by the head and brings him to the cage. She begins to grind his forehead into the cage! Draco tries to grab the cage to stop the grinding, but he can't do it. Blood is dripping from the cage from his massive cut! Black Phoenix finishes by pulling back and slamming him into the cage. He stumbles back but before he can fall down she pulls him in and she muay thai elbows him down! She goes for the cover...

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SHOULDER UP! Draco could be out of it. His face is completely bloody and blood drips from his chin. Black Phoenix brings one of his feet as high as she can and then sends it splattering down right on Draco's nose! Draco lets out a scream as blood now comes from his nose as well as his forehead. She turns him over brings her foot as high as possibly and sends it splattering down on his nose again! She turns him over and this time puts the chain on his face across the nose, jumps up and drops a knee on it!

Caelan Tyler: This is why focusing on trying to submit her was a bad idea. If he had settled for a pin he might've finished her before.

Draco's face is completely bloody, and his nose looks out of alignment now! Black Phoenix wraps the chain around her palm and waits as he tries to stand. When he turns around she palm thrusts him in the nose! She does it again! She goes for a third time but he blocks it and grabs her by the eyes. He then sends out a brutal knee right into her stomach causing her mouth to go wide as she wants to collapse to the mat but Draco won't let her. He does another brutal knee. He lets her drop down this time as he falls to his knees. He begins to wrap the chain around his fist as they both stand up. BRUTAL GUT SHOT TO BLACK PHOENIX! And AGAIN! Draco stumbles back a little bit as Black Phoenix drops to the mat clutching her stomach. She begins to cough and hack, and, she vomits a little on the mat as the crowd 'ewwwws' in disgust. Draco falls to his knees but is able to make his way over to Black Phoenix. He slams her face down into her own vomit and rubs her masked face into it!

Jake Steel: Oh man, she just upchucked!

Caelan Tyler: ...I think I'm going to be sick...

Jake Steel: Man, you really are a wimp.

Draco stands up and picks her back up. He grabs her and with a running start throws her into the cage. She hits the cage and rebounds off it. Draco pulls on the chain pulling her right into a reverse crescent kick by Draco that sends her down. Draco feels his nose and winches. He wipes his hand with his own blood and his eyes go wide. He has the chain in his hand. Black Phoenix has rolled behind the ropes and is using the cage to pull herself back up. Draco wraps the chain around her throat choking her once more! He then pulls back and rams her into the cage while choking her! He does it again, and again. He's choking and ramming her at the same time. She tries to get her hands up, but it isn't doing much. Draco pulls back on the chain while choking her bring her over the top rope. He won't let her fall to her knees though. He continues to choke her with the chain. While choking her with the chain he drops her back first unto his knee! She's now over his knee being choked with the chain!

Caelan Tyler: This won't stop until someone needs to be stretchered out of the ring!

Jake Steel: And I, for one, couldn't be happier! The abuse on this show... Just phenomenal.

Draco makes her get back up on her feet he keeps a hold of the chain around her with one hand as he grabs one of her hands in a half nelson style moment. He now is choking her and has her in a half nelson position, and he suplexes her! Draco stands up and mimics the Black Phoenix scream and the crowd responds! Black Phoenix is crumpled up, bleeding. Draco kicks her over to her stomach and STFs her! Wait, not a normal STF... He wraps the chain around her and is choking her with it! She has no where to go, she's in the middle of the ring. The referee is asking if she wants to submit. The crowd is on fire! Her hand... it actually raises. Will Draco make The Black Phoenix submit! No, she gets out of tapping position and continues to struggle. She's looking for breath that's not coming. Draco pulls back harder on the STF chain choke!

Caelan Tyler: Will this be it? Will Draco finally get her to submit?!

She's going to submit! Her hand is back up in tapping position... but not for long. She grabs and tries to tug and pull at the chain, to relieve some, any, all of the pressure. Draco pulls back fu.. wait... no he changes position. He locks her in a crippler crossface using the chain to choke her instead. Now she only has one arm free!. With that one arm she's trying to pull herself to the ropes but she doesn't have enough energy to do so. It's back in tapping position, will she tap! Her arm begins to slowly drop to the mat. Draco's showing no mercy, he keeps pulling back. The referee goes over to her free arm and lifts it, it drops once! He lifts it again! It drops twice, he lifts it again... IT DROPS THREE TIMES IT'S OVER! He calls for the bell!

Zach King: Here is your winner... And still Anarchy X Champion... 'THE HELLACIOUS ONE' DRACO!

Caelan Tyler: Draco retains! It was a hell of a fight, but Draco managed to keep his Anarchy X championship.

Jake Steel: Yeah, but BP never submitted.

Caelan Tyler: Nope, but between the cage and the chain there was no escape.

Passing through the halls backstage, Parker Prophet chats on his cell phone, his twin, Paxton, not with him.

Parker Prophet: So it's a good thing we came, even though we didn't get booked. Where do you want us stationed?

Parker listens, says goodbye and flips his cell shut as he enters a locker room. Paxton is pulling on a t-shirt.

Paxton Prophet: S'up? Get the call?

Parker Prophet: Yeah, we're on standby. Damn it, I really wanted to stay back here and have no face time on NLW's biggest pay-per-view of the year...

Paxton slaps Parker on the back as he exits the room.

Paxton Prophet: Bullshit!

Parker Prophet: Did you just curse?!

Paxton Prophet: Oh please, the gig's almost up anyway.

They both laugh and leave the room behind.

Caelan Tyler: I wonder what that's all about?

Jake Steel: No idea, you're their fan boy, not me.

Caelan Tyler: I think The Prophets are an excellent tag team and are future NLW Tag Team Champions yes.

Jake Steel: You and your bias. For shame!

Caelan Tyler: ...

'Riot' by Three Days Grace hits, causing some unsettled fans to stand and cheer. Josh Allen strides onto stage and treads down the aisle, focused on the task at hand, ignoring the fans.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... From Broken Arrow, Oklahoma... Weighing in at 221 pounds... He is a NLW Legend... JOSH ALLEN!

Caelan Tyler: Now this I've been looking forward to! These two have had issues for years, and we finally get to see them square off again.

Jake Steel: *Yawns* Tell me when Trevor has pinned JA.

'Here We Are Juggernaut' starts to play as 'The Great One' Trevor Kent steps onto the entrance ramp, the fans booing loudly while he makes his way to the ring. As Kent steps through the ropes, Allen tags him with a drop kick that sends him spilling off the apron and to the outside. The bell sounds and the match officially becomes under way as Allen backs up, sprinting across the ring and hurdling the top rope, crashing down into Kent with a suicide dive. Kent stands fast as Allen hits him, seeming unphased by the impact and catching Allen one armed as Allen collides with his chest. Holding Allen upside-down in powerslam position, Kent runs with him, driving Allen into the turnbuckle post and crushing him between his massive frame and the unmoving steel. Turning away from the ring, Kent completes the powerslam, dumping Allen head first over the concrete floor, then giving him a malicious kick to the side of the head while he's down.

Caelan Tyler: Josh Allen wasting no time in tearing into TGO!

Jake Steel: And it backfired on him! Trevor is already putting the boots to him!

Allen raises to his hands and knees, but Kent steps on his hand and grinds his heel in, keeping Allen kneeling at his feet while saying something demeaning. Allen's free hand swings upward, catching Kent between the legs with his bicep and delivering a stunning hook-armed low blow. Kent seizes up and doubles over in pain, awkwardly waddling away while Allen quickly recovers his footing. Rushing Kent from behind, Allen leapfrogs over the big man, then catches him by the hair at the peak of his jump and turns it into a hair pull bulldog which takes Kent to the floor. Laying the boots to Kent, Allen kicks and stomps at Kent's back and ribs. Kent bats him away, pulling himself back to his feet. Kent advances with huge rights and lefts that leave Allen backpedaling quickly to remain out of reach. Forced back to the ring steps, Allen finds himself cornered against the turnbuckle post as a big right hand shot pistons in from Kent. Allen drops to a sitting position, ducking beneath the blow and Kent's hand collides instead with the unrelenting steel. Kent shakes his hand in pain, but Allen wastes no time, grabbing Kent by the waistband and pulling him forward, Kent colliding headfirst into the post. Kent staggers backward and Allen springs to his feet, ascending to the apron in a single bound, then leaps from the apron and drives his feet to Kent's chest with a somersault drop kick. Kent topples backward, dropping to one knee and bracing himself against the security railing. Racing at Kent, Allen leaps, touching his foot to the railing for a brief second as a springboard, then slams into Kent with a flying high knee to the face, knocking Kent back to the cold cement floor.

Jake Steel: Get these two back in the ring! This isn't a hardcore match!

Caelan Tyler: Since when would you say something like that?

Jake Steel: Since it being a hardcore match would work to Josh Allen's advantage! Screw that guy!

Allen sprints toward the ringside staff, snatching up a steel folding chair and clapping it shut, then turning back toward Kent only to be greeted with a boot to the face. Kent cuffs Allen to the side of the head with a forearm shot, knocking the chair from his grasp, then coolly snatches him up with a scoop slam that deposits Allen directly over the steel chair. Kneeling down at Allen's side, Kent claps a huge hand over Allen's throat and begins choking the life out of him. Allen thrashes and struggles, unable to free himself from beneath the large man's crushing pressure. As Kent wraps his other hand around Allen's neck, strangling the life from him, Allen grabs the long locks of Kent's hair, pulling him closer before digging both his thumbs into Kent's eyes. Kent endures it for several seconds, even after blood begins to trail down his left cheek from his eye socket, gripping Allen tightly around the throat and choking him, now beating his head backward against the hard cement floor repeatedly before finally being forced to break away, bounding back to his feet and staggering toward the ring, his forearm clapped over his face while he struggles to regain his vision.

Caelan Tyler: Josh Allen not yet able to use his agility here, and he's going to need to if he hopes to win this match.

Jake Steel: Why? He takes to the air then TGO is just going to swat him down like a fly.

Allen coughs and gasps, struggling just to roll over and begin crawling toward the ring. Kent leans against the apron, blinking away the blood, while Allen drags himself up the ring skirt and crawls under the bottom rope, regaining his footing within the ring. Taking sight of Kent standing at ringside and still blinded, Allen backs up, gesturing flamboyantly to the crowd, then races toward Kent and plants both feet in his face with a baseball slide dropkick. Kent staggers backward a step, then recovers, grabbing hold of Allen by the ankle while Allen remains halfway under the bottom rope, and swings Allen's leg against the turnbuckle post, wrenching his knee at a hideous direction. Allen howls out in pain, crawling back toward the center of the ring and putting distance between himself and Kent. Kent pulls himself up onto the apron, then steps over the top rope, stalking Allen across the ring. Allen scrambles to get out of the ring, but Kent catches him by the ankle, jerking Allen back to the center of the ring, then stomping down over the center of his back to keep him grounded. Grabbing Allen by the hair, Kent pulls the smaller man upright, actually lifting Allen completely from the mat. Allen swings upward, scissoring his legs around Kent's arm, then wrenching backward with a dangling armbar. Kent marches to the corner with Allen hanging from his arm, lifting Allen single-handedly and then slamming Allen down over the top turnbuckle. Kent raises his arm a second time, bringing Allen down over the top turnbuckle before Allen breaks the hold, rolling over the top rope and landing with his feet on the apron, facing Kent across the ropes. Pulling Kent by the hair, Allen brings Kent's throat down over the top rope, sending him staggering backward toward the center of the ring, then bounds to the top turnbuckle, leaping from the top and doubling backwards with a shooting star drop kick directly to Kent's chest.

Caelan Tyler: That's it! Take it to him JA!

Kent falls against the ropes, holding himself up with assistance, and Allen is quick to follow, leaping onto the middle rope beside Kent and hooking him over the head. Falling backward, Allen drives Kent hard to the canvas with the implant DDT, turning him over and hooking a leg.

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Kent powers out, literally throwing Allen from off his chest. Getting back to his feet, Kent still cradles his head in his hands, while Allen bobs and weaves, ducking himself behind Kent, then throwing a stiff right hand shot to the kidneys. Stepping onto the middle ropes, Allen springboards at Kent with a crossbody block. Kent catches Allen, clapping Allen tight against his chest as they impact, then gorilla pressing Allen up overhead. Rather than slamming Allen to the mat, Kent drops Allen over his shoulders with a standing gutbuster, then pauses with Allen frozen in a fireman's carry position. Gesturing with one hand in a cut-throat manner, Kent signals for 'Who's Better?'. Spinning Allen over his shoulder, Kent snatches at Allen's head for a cutter, but Allen slips through, spinning around Kent with a whirlybird and shifting it into a headscissors that takes Kent to the canvas.

Caelan Tyler: TGO tried to get some momentum going but Josh Allen is showing why he's a Legend in this company by keeping Trevor Kent totally off balance.

Jake Steel: Oh please, TGO is playing possum here.

Caelan Tyler: ...What?

Jake Steel: He's just letting Josh Allen think he's getting the upper-hand and then when he least expects it WHAM! Pancake!

Allen bounds toward the corner, pausing for a moment and stripping the pad from the top turnbuckle, then scaling up top. Kent lumbers back to his feet, diving at the ropes and jarring the top and knocking Allen from his perch, but Allen catches the top rope in his hand as he falls out of the ring, saving himself from spilling clear to the floor and dangling from the ropes for a moment before he wrenches himself back up with a pull-up. Slipping through the middle ropes, Allen returns to the ring to find Kent powering down over him with a huge haymaker that crushes Allen down to the canvas. Kent high stomps at Allen's head, but Allen somersaults between Kent's legs and springs up behind him, narrowly keeping out of reach. Allen throws a spinning heel kick for Kent's head, but as Kent turns to face him, he catches Allen's foot in his hand, holding Allen upright at a vulnerable split-legged position. With a one-handed jerk upward on Allen's foot, Kent lifts Allen from the mat and holding him upside-down by the ankle.

Jake Steel: See? Beginning of the end for Josh Allen!

Caelan Tyler: We'll see...

With Allen dangling there at arm's length, Kent laughs and buries a football punt kick into Allen's face before throwing him unceremoniously to the mat. Taking Allen by the ankle, Kent stomps down over the inside of his knee, wrenching Allen's leg for a second time. Allen screams, gripping his knee in pain and desperately trying to crawl across the canvas and escape Kent's pressing assault. Stalking after him, Kent follows Allen while he claws his way toward the edge of the ring, attempting to escape beneath the bottom rope. Kent catches Allen by the leg, dragging him backward only to have Allen roll over with a scissor-leg ankle-sweep which brings Kent forward and drops his face directly over the exposed turnbuckle bolt at the corner, splitting him open over the left eye. Kent slumps over the turnbuckle dazed and Allen rises behind him, shouldering Kent's legs up to the top turnbuckle one at a time until Kent's seated on the top. With great deliberation, Allen hooks Kent up for a vertebreaker while Kent rolls backward from off the turnbuckle into position on Allen's back. Allen holds Kent for a brief moment, looking to hit the Touch of Reality, but his knee gives out and Allen collapses beneath Kent's weight, dropping the big man on top of himself.

Caelan Tyler: Allen tried to hit the Touch of Reality, but TGO is just way too big to lift into a move like that.

Jake Steel: How do you think Allen is going to beat Trevor Kent if he can't even lift him up? Huh?!

Kent raises back to his feet, wiping the blood from his face, then pulls Allen upright by the wrist, slamming Allen against the exposed turnbuckle with a quick irish whip, then jerking Allen out of the corner and leveling him with a short-arm clothesline. Pulling Allen back up, Kent raises him like a rag doll, flipping Allen over and driving him to the canvas with a sidewalk slam. Picking Allen back up, Kent spins him over with ease, folding Allen in half with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Pulling Allen back up, Kent slings him up over his shoulders into a fireman's carry position, but Allen slips through, hooking onto Kent with a piggyback sleeperhold. Kent lumbers around with Allen on his back, staggering as his air is cut off, then turns his back toward the corner and throws himself toward the turnbuckle to sandwich Allen. Allen leapfrogs upward, seating himself on Kent's shoulders and leaving Kent crashing back first over the exposed turnbuckle bolt solo. Kent howls in pain, staggering out of the corner as Allen drops from Kent's shoulders and falls behind him, hooking Kent on the way down and dropping him with a vertical neckbreaker.

Caelan Tyler: Josh Allen is battling back here!

Jake Steel: Why bother? Come on Josh Allen, both you and The Phoenix need to do the world a favor and just give up already! Trevor Kent is The Great One and you're never going to win!

Limping his way toward the corner, Allen takes to the top turnbuckle, turning back toward Kent and sailing through the air, chopping down over Kent's downed body with a somersault leg drop. Draping his exhausted body over Kent with a lateral press, Allen makes the cover.

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Kent pulls his shoulder up, rolling Allen aside and refusing to stay down. Both men are slow to their feet, with Allen favoring the knee and Kent seeming dazed as he struggles to clear his head. Stepping onto the middle rope, Allen bounces once as a springboard, flipping himself backward and smashing into Kent with a moonsault crossbody which staggers Kent backward. Allen somersaults to slip below a left hand fist from Kent, then narrowly avoids an attempt to grab him by the collar as Allen maneuvers himself with a side roll that brings him up behind Kent. Allen hooks Kent around the knees and delivers a shoulder block to the small of his back that faceplants Kent in the center of the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Momentum is really on Allen's side here at this point, but I wonder what it's going to take for him to put down Trevor Kent.

Jake Steel: An act of God.

Coming down over the back of Kent's head with a double foot stomp, Allen leaves Kent bleeding while he hobbles around the ring, trying to limber up his knee enough that he can run again. Taking position near the ropes, Allen waits for Kent who still gets back to his feet in a matter of moments, still seeming virtually unphased by the continued assault. Kent closes in on Allen, pressing toward the ropes, but Allen back steps onto the bottom rope and launches himself upward, hurdling over Kent's head and driving a flying high knee to Kent's face for good measure. Rolling through, Allen lands on his feet behind Kent, but his knee halfway buckles and he pauses for a moment to avoid falling, staying still just a second too long. Kent whirls around with a thunderous spinning clothesline, then drives his full weight down into Allen by dropping knee first into Allen's chest. Kent pulls Allen back up, driving a knee to his midsection and locking him up with a double underhook. Kent pauses, holding Allen helplessly in position for Greatness Personified, but then tauntingly throws Allen overhead with a butterfly suplex instead. Allen hits the mat and bounces from the impact, laying prone and breathing heavy, arms clutched tight around his ribs in pain.

Jake Steel: And just like that Trevor Kent has this in hand once again. I told you he was just toying with Josh Allen!

Walking slow circles around Allen, Kent shouts insults and taunts, gesturing for Allen to stand back up. Rolling onto his knees, Allen forces himself to his feet, hobbling on his one favored knee as he still attempts to fight. Kent laughs, driving another hard knee to Allen's midsection and doubling him over, then cinching down the double underhook again. The audience boos, littering the ring with debris, and Kent hoists Allen up again, this time toying with Greatness Personified before turning it into a butterfly shoulderbreaker, driving Allen down over his knee. Allen crumples to his knees at Kent's feet, and Kent kicks him mockingly in the face, shoving Allen backward to the canvas.

Caelan Tyler: Oh this is just disgusting. Why doesn't TGO just try to finish him?

Jake Steel: You have to put disrespectful punks like Josh Allen in their place Cael.

Marching around Allen's downed body, Kent taunts and torments him, pausing to spit in Allen's face. Allen squirms, rolling over onto his stomach and slowly attempting to crawl toward the ropes. Kent tugs him back, sadistically refusing to end the match. Pulling Allen back upright, Kent has to physically hold Allen up to prevent Allen's legs from giving out beneath him. Burying another knee shot to Allen's midsection, Kent locks Allen in tight again with a double underhook, marching around the ring in a large circle while carrying Allen in position, showing the entire world exactly how helpless Allen is. Jerking Allen upward, Kent passes on Greatness Personified again, butterflying Allen up into powerbomb position instead. At the peak, Allen lashes out, landing a solid right hand to Kent's face that surprises him for the briefest of moments, then Allen snaps backward with a dragonrana, rolling Kent up. The referee slides into position.

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Kent kicks out a moment after the three, standing up in time to see the referee lifting Allen's hand.

Zach King: Here is your winner... JOSH ALLEN!

Jake Steel: No! What was that ref?!

Caelan Tyler: Looked to me like it was Josh Allen winning!

Jake Steel: No way! That's bullshit!

Allen stands, exhausted from the match's back-and-forth. The ref raises Josh's hand, helping him stand to his feet.

Caelan Tyler: Can you feel the love the fans are giving the two-time NLW champion? What a return victory!

Jake Steel: He must have paid the ref. There's no way he could beat Trevor Kent in a fair match! Bah!

TGO quietly gets to his feet and reaches for a nearby steel chair. His frustration takes over and Allen soon takes a shot to the head! The fans let out a resounding boo as Kent begins to mercifully slam the chair into Allen's body.

Jake Steel: Amen! Beat the hell out of him TGO!

Caelan Tyler: This is uncalled for! Somebody get security out here before he kills Allen or Trevor's FTF friends join in!

The body shots continue on Allen. Trevor stops and picks his body up. Josh manages a low blow to TGO's midsection, but it only infuriates him more. Kent nails Allen with a vicious clothesline. A ruckus in the crowd near ringside is ignored by Trevor as two men push their way toward the ring.

Caelan Tyler: The Prophets are here! What the hell?

Jake Steel: They're joining FTF I bet!

Paxton and Parker leap over the crowd barrier and slide in behind Trevor. Kent turns, a bit surprised, and falls victim to a massive double-clothesline that sends him over the ropes and to the floor. The fans applaud as the two help JA to his feet and hold up his hand.

Jake Steel: horse shit! What the hell?!

Caelan Tyler: The Prophets must be the spies Josh was talking about! What a save!

Jake Steel: They are trouble makers and nothing more! They just pissed off Trevor Kent. I hope they have their wills written out.

Caelan Tyler: Whatever Jake, they did the right thing and you know it.

The arena lighting fades, allowing flickering waves of strobe lights to cascade across the audience. 'Black' by Sevendust begins playing, the intro matching the ripples of the strobe lights, when suddenly with the onset of guitars, the Fallen Sentinel makes his appearance, stepping into sight on the stage.

He freezes at the entrance, as his manager, Master Asperici, slowly circles past him, gesturing menacingly at the nearest audience members as he leads the Sentinel down toward the ring. All the while, his masked form seems emotionless and menacing, while Asperici wishes death and pain on everyone he passes. The audience generally curses back at him and throws stuff his way, much to his chagrin, while they seem much more leery of the masked figure behind him.

The Sentinel finally walks up the ring steps and through the ropes, before standing motionless in the corner of the ring. Asperici steps before him, berating him to destroy his opponent, which seems like the first thing the Sentinel actually hears since his entrance. He nods solemnly, before Asperici steps back out of the ring, and the music fades.

Zach King: The following match is a triple threat match and is the finals of the Path of Destiny tournament! Introducing first... Weighing in at 235 pounds... THE FALLEN SENTINEL!

Caelan Tyler: The Fallen Sentinel has been pretty impressive since NLW reopened, defeating Jeffy Pryce to qualify for this match, as well as picking up some impressive victories like that six pack challenge match.

Jake Steel: Of course he has been, it's Casanova!

Caelan Tyler: Shh! Quit speculating about that!

Jake Steel: What? You and I both know it's true!

'Starstrukk' by 3OH!3 begins playing, and the audience begins booing loudly. Lights flare as Ava Ricardo steps into sight, staring coldly over the audience, before tossing her sheer cape behind her and sauntering to the ring. She glares at fans as they reach toward her, pitting them with a stare that makes them feel like dogs who've pissed on the carpet. They look like an unwashed mass of peasants to her, grimly reaching out for better lives... and she despises them all. This much is clear as she screams in unintelligible Italian at them, before regaining her composure, and regally climbing the ring steps. The music fades as she passes her cape off to an official, sneering at them all the while, before finally stepping through the ropes and leaning in her corner.

Zach King: Introducing next... From Venice, Italy... Weighing in at 125 pounds... AVA RICARDO!

Caelan Tyler: I take it you're pulling for her in this match?

Jake Steel In more ways than one.

Caelan Tyler: Ugh... Well, she's part of Jet Set with Ethan Dashery and Jeffy Pryce, although with what happened to Jeffy earlier tonight I'm not sure how long that alliance is for this world.

The arena lights go down as 'Cult of Personality' by Living Colour begins to play. The jumbotron shows a beautiful cityscape at night. Thousands of lights dot the night sky as the camera pans closer to a tall skyscraper. The camera gets closer and closer to the building to reveal that there's a solitary individual standing on the building's rooftop. Barely visible, he holds his arms out, as if he holds the whole world in his arms.

Look in my eyes...

The camera comes closer. The figure's hair becomes more visible. Black, long. He has a beard.

What do you see?

The camera's slow pan begins to speed up.

The Cult of Personality

The pan gives way just as it becomes clear who the figure is to the individual's name in big, block letters: JARVIS KING.

Zach King: And finally... From Halifax, Nova Scotia... Weighing in at 260 pounds... JARVIS KING!

Caelan Tyler: Jarvis King qualified for this match by defeating Drake Munday and Alex Acid, and considering his recruitment into the FTF, you have to assume that Trevor Kent is convinced that King is the one who's going to win this tournament.

Jake Steel: If Ava doesn't get the job done then Jarvis will. Or maybe Casa.. I mean Fallen Sentinel. Damn, this is a tough one to call.

With all three competitors in the ring, the bell rings. They all eye each other warily. The Fallen Sentinel steps forward first heading for Jarvis King. Jarvis hits him with a forearm to keep him at bay before running forward and hitting a snap suplex. Ava remains in her corner, watching the action through predatory eyes. Jarvis picks The Fallen Sentinel up by his mask and slaps him. The Fallen Sentinel pushes Jarvis back against the ropes, ducks a clothesline and hits him with a knee lift as The Internet Icon rebounds. The Fallen Sentinel then turns his head slowly and deliberately to Ava Ricardo and the crowd roars, wanting to see these two go at it. The Fallen Sentinel stomps menacingly towards Ricardo, but Ava rolls out of his way. The Fallen Sentinel doesn't look happy and aims a swing at Ava Ricardo, she dodges it before going behind him and leaping upon his neck with her legs and sending him outside the ring with the Hot Mess. Jarvis King has got to his feet and runs at her going for the spear, she leapfrogs him and goes for a possum pin.

1....

Kickout!

Caelan Tyler: Fast pace to kick things off here, as Ricardo no doubt realizes that her best chance for success lies with getting a quick pin on one of the other two competitors in the match.

Jake Steel: She's no doubt hoping that if she lays on top of one of them they'll forget where they are and not kick out of the pin.

Ava gets to her feet, looking unhappy and she stomps on Jarvis to accentuate her unhappiness. The Fallen Sentinel has already got back on his feet and climbs up the ring ropes, however before he can re-enter, Ricardo rushes over to the ropes and hits The Fallen Sentinel with an eye gouge, sending him back down to the arena floor. The ref begins counting as Jarvis King gets to his feet.

1...

The Fallen Sentinel is already up on his feet, rubbing his eyes. Jarvis has grabbed Ava by the arm and locked in an arm bar.

2...

The Fallen Sentinel glares at the referee as if daring the referee to count him out. The referee utters the next number with slight hesitation.

3...

The Fallen Sentinel climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring. Ava has somehow clawed her way out of the arm bar and pushes Jarvis into The Fallen Sentinel in an attempt to make them fight each other instead of her. Jarvis and The Fallen Sentinel lock up and, with the help of several gut kicks, The Fallen Sentinel wins the power struggle and hits a hip toss. As Jarvis gets to his feet he backs away to reconsider his strategy, he and Ava Ricardo look at each other from both sides of the ring. They nod at each other and both of them grasp each other's hand and run at The Fallen Sentinel attempting to hit a clothesline. The Falling Sentinel dodges and as Ricardo and King bounce back clasps them both by the throat. Panic sets in on both of their faces as The Fallen Sentinel lifts them both up and brings them crashing down to the mat with a chokeslam. The Fallen Sentinel goes for the cover on Ava Ricardo:

1.....

2.....

Kick out!

Caelan Tyler: That double team didn't work out nearly as well as they hoped it would.

Jake Steel: Not going to catch a veteran with a move like that.

The Fallen Sentinel simply moves over to Jarvis King with a pinfall:

1....

2....

Kick out!

The Fallen Sentinel picks Jarvis King up and hits him with a flurry of elbow strikes, he then throws him into the corner and lifts him up onto the turnbuckle. From there, he hits several punches as the crowd count along with him:

'1, 2, 3, 4, 5!'

Ava Ricardo, now on her feet, sneaks up behind The Fallen Sentinel goes for a schoolboy or schoolgirl roll-up.

1...

2...

The Fallen Sentinel kicks out and stands up, outraged. However Jarvis King jumps off the turnbuckle and hits a flying axe handle on The Fallen Sentinel. Ava Ricardo looks on impressed. Jarvis King turns to her and hits a snap suplex. Their temporary alliance seemingly over, Jarvis King hits her with an elbow drop to keep her down. Jarvis finally makes a cover on The Fallen Sentinel.

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2....

Kick out! Jarvis gets to his feet slowly, and so does Ava Ricardo. Jarvis swings to hit Ava, who dodges and places him in a crotch claw. Jarvis yelps...half from surprise and half from pain as Ricardo tightens the hold. The Referee asks Jarvis if he wishes to tap out, Jarvis directs his eyes, which appear to be almost in tears, at the referee and manages to gasp out a no. The Fallen Sentinel gets to his feet and discovers the strange scene that is unfolding around him. He looks at Jarvis, who despite monumental efforts seems to be unable to break out of the hold, and Ava Ricardo, who has evil written all over her face. Jarvis realizes that his only hope is for The Fallen Sentinel to break up the submission and attempts to get his attention. The Fallen Sentinel walks forward as if to break up the hold but stops just short as Jarvis' expression goes from relief to dismay. Tired of these games, The Fallen Sentinel wrenches Ava Ricardo off of Jarvis King, who falls to the floor clutching the brutalized body-part.

Caelan Tyler: Lots of near falls here!

Ava glares at The Fallen Sentinel and moves forward to lock the hold on him, also. He dodges her attack and hits a nasty-looking kick to her abdomen, before an even bigger kick to her temple, the Bad Omen sending her to the floor. Jarvis is getting to his feet and aims to hit a spear on The Fallen Sentinel, however TFS lifts him up and looks to hit the Blast Of Revelation. However, Jarvis King leaps off of his back just in time and hits a backdrop to The Fallen Sentinel. Jarvis King lifts Ava Ricardo up and slams her down to the mat before attempting a pinfall:

1...

2...

Kickout! Jarvis stands up and begins stomping on Ava Ricardo, clearly looking for payback. Jarvis suddenly looks up, as if he has had a bright idea. Then Jarvis King goes menacingly towards Ava Ricardo and locks in the Canadian Cloverleaf. Ava Ricardo writhes in agony as she attempts to break free from the submission hold, she begins clawing her way towards the ropes...

Caelan Tyler: Canadian Cloverleaf on Ava Ricardo! Will she submit here!

Jake Steel: Come on Ava, I know you're flexible, get out of that!

Caelan Tyler: How would you know that?

Jake Steel: Oh come on...

The Fallen Sentinel is slowly getting to his feet, completely unaware that Jarvis King could be about to win the match. The crowd are screaming at him to break up the hold, and he shakes his head to clear his thoughts before rushing over to Jarvis King to stomp on him. Ava Ricardo seems unable to break out of the submission by herself and Jarvis King quickly switches into a pinfall position:

1...

The Fallen Sentinel breaks up the pinfall and drags Jarvis King to his feet. The two begin exchanging blows and brawling in the centre of the ring. Jarvis pushes the Fallen Sentinel into the ropes and hits a dropkick on him, before climbing the turnbuckle for the second time in the match. Jarvis King looks to hit The Royal Mutilation on The Fallen Sentinel and does so, landing gracefully on his opponent. King hooks the leg:

1....

2...

Kickout!

The Fallen Sentinel kicks out, and Jarvis rolls onto his back. Ava Ricardo has rolled out of the ring to recover and the referee begins counting her out.

Caelan Tyler: The pace of this match just won't slow here.

Jake Steel: Ava has a busy night of celebration ahead of her, so she wants to get this taken care of.

Jarvis King gets to his feet and hits a knee drop on The Fallen Sentinel. Jarvis King begins taunting Ava Ricardo, trying to get her back in the ring. Ava sends a glare of cold fury back at him from ringside. When the count reaches 7, Ava rolls back into the ring and before King can react, hits him with a hurricanrana. She then rebounds off the ropes and hits the senton. Really starting to find her second wind, Ava leaps onto the top ring rope and lands painfully on Jarvis. She then hooks the leg:

1...

2...

Kickout! The kickout does not faze Ava Ricardo at all and noticing that The Fallen Sentinel is now on his feet, heads over to wrestle him. The Fallen Sentinel however hits a stiff right hook before she can react and she turns away, clutching her head as the crowd laughs. However, Ava Ricardo quickly hits a mule kick on The Fallen Sentinel before hitting an elbow into his head as she turns. As The Fallen Sentinel hits the floor, Jarvis King rushes at Ricardo before being hit with an eye gouge that sends him to the ground, clutching his face. Ava Ricardo smiles and poses in the ring before going for a pin on The Fallen Sentinel.

1...

2...

Thr-Jarvis King breaks up the pin attempt just in time and Ava Ricardo quickly leaps upon him raking his face with her hands. The Internet Icon quickly overpowers her and gets back on his feet, the two lock up and Ava goes for some sort of hurricanrana DDT but Jarvis King slams her down to the mat. The Fallen Sentinel is on his knees, so Jarvis hits a chop to his windpipe and he goes back down. Jarvis returns to Ava Ricardo hitting the spear and pinning her shoulders down to the mat.

1...

2...

Thr-Kickout!

Caelan Tyler: How do you think one of these three will get the upper-hand here?

Jake Steel: One word: cheating.

Jarvis King stands to his feet and his hit with a bulldog from The Fallen Sentinel. Ava Ricardo struggles to her feet and irish whips The Fallen Sentinel into the corner. Ava moves to the other corner and runs at him, but he moves his knee towards her face, hitting the Blast Of Revelation on her. The Fallen Sentinel drags her away from the ropes and is about to go for the pin when Jarvis King backdrops him. Jarvis then goes for the Straightjacket Suplex on The Fallen Sentinel, who breaks away from King before moving towards him with the knee. Jarvis dodges and goes for a schoolboy roll-up.

1...

2...

Kickout! Jarvis and The Fallen Sentinel stand up and eye each other furiously. Jarvis King hits a forearm on The Fallen Sentinel and sends him into the ropes. When The Fallen Sentinel rebounds King hits The Fallen Sentinel with a clothesline before lifting him up and attempting the same move. This time, however, The Fallen Sentinel also goes for the clothesline and both men fall to the mat having hit each other. With all three competitors on the ground, the referee begins to count them all out.

1...

2...

Ava Ricardo seems to regain some sense of her whereabouts.

3...

Jarvis and The Fallen Sentinel begin to stir as Ava Ricardo uses the ropes to get to her feet.

4…

Jarvis and The Fallen Sentinel get on their knees, trying to shove each other down.

5...

Ava Ricardo gets to her feet and drags both of her opponents to theirs.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like Ava has the most gas left in the tank right now.

Ava Ricardo goes to lock up with The Fallen Sentinel, but he pushes her away before flipping her. She gasps, outraged at the lack of respect shown. The Fallen Sentinel is obviously trash talking her, and he turns away to lock up with an amused looking Jarvis King. Ava Ricardo is having none of it as she strides towards the Fallen Sentinel and hits the Shut-UP, the big boot sending The Fallen Sentinel out of the ring and on to the floor. Seeing an opportunity to hit the Straightjacket Suplex, Jarvis King grabs Ava Ricardo. She instinctively pulls away from him before hitting the Moneymaker. Ava Ricardo quickly goes for the cover:

1...

2...

3... No! At the absolute last moment The Fallen Sentinel grabs Ava Ricardo's leg and yanks her out of the ring. Fallen Sentinel then delivers a big boot, sandwiching Ava into the ring post! The crowd boos as he rolls into the ring, hooking Jarvis King's leg!

1...

2...

3!

Zach King: Here is your winner... And the 2010 Path of Destiny champion... THE FALLEN SENTINEL!

Caelan Tyler: All three gave it their all, but in the end the Fallen Sentinel had the most left and managed to win the Path of Destiny tournament, becoming only the second individual to do so, as Venom won it twice.

Jake Steel: Now he gets a shot at any championship he wants!

Caelan Tyler: Any ideas on which he'll go for Jake?

Jake Steel: Well, only a fool would cash it for anything except the NLW Championship.

The camera switches to a hectic scene in one of the corridors backstage. A group of officials and medical staff are trying to subdue Draco. The battle he had with Black Phoenix for his Anarchy X Title had ended violently to say the least. Draco is covered with blood. His or Black Phoenix's? No one really knew, but probably a mixture of both.

EMS: Sir, you need medical attention!

It was the truth. Draco is stumbling down the hall and continues to throw off any of the staff who tried to hold him back. A few are brave enough to grab the collar that was still attached around his neck. It only makes him fight harder. Draco continues to stumble down the hall. He's looking for something.

EMS: Please, sir! You are badly injured!

Draco turned towards a door. It was a locker room. The locker room of the FTF. Voices could be heard within the locker room. All of the FTF had to be inside the room except for Trent and JC. They had a match. Draco grabbed the hard steel chain with a smirk and started to thread the chain through the handles of the double doors.

EMS:No! We can't let you do that! You need medical attention NOW!

One of the brave members of the medical staff grabbed Draco by the arm. Draco's arm moved out of instinct. He was too tired and too sore to think. A hard right to the bridge of the nose knocked the man down. Draco finished wrapping the doors with the chain. FTF must have heard what was going on outside because the door was trying to be forced open. Draco slumped against the wall on the other side of the hallway with a grin. He started to laugh hoarsely.

Draco: Fair...fight...fuckers!

The scene faded on Draco chuckling like a mad man. The war would begin soon and Draco made sure that there would be no interference of any kind.

Caelan Tyler: Draco doing what he can to make sure the FTF don't interfere in tonight's main event!

Jake Steel: Bah! They have a right to if they want!

Caelan Tyler: No way Jake, it should be The Rogues versus Legacy, no if's, and's or but's about it.

'I Don't Wanna Stop' by Ozzy Osbourne starts to play as and extensive amount of pyro goes off. Five women run out dressed in silver and black outfits and start dancing to the music. Smoke filters into the entranceway as Malcolm, the image consultant, walks out wearing a purple suit and carrying a cane and megaphone. As he walks down to the ring he starts making his way to ringside. Suddenly strobe lights go off as Trent Steel shoots up from the middle of the entranceway stage from a hole in the floor and leaps up into the air. Pyro and smoke go off as the girls dance down to the ring with Trent Steel. One holds up a mirror for him to check himself out in. Another takes off his silver trench coat and silver shades. Two girls get on either side of him and bump and grind while the last one gets down on her knee's in front of Trent. Trent smirks and poses as the music starts to die down and his entourage leaves the ringside area.

Zach King: The following match is a tag match and is for both the NLW Tag Team Championships and the NLW Championship! Introducing first... From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... Weighing in at 195 pounds... 'THE SON OF A BITCH' TRENT STEEL!

Caelan Tyler: Now that... was a entrance.

Jake Steel: Were you saying something I was looking for ones.

'NIGHTMARE!'

The lights go black as this loud yell comes over the speakers followed by the somewhat quiet..

'Now your nightmare comes to life...'

'Nightmare' by Avenged Sevenfold fills the speakers. The only light in the arena is a single spotlight on JC.

'You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah'

He walks slowly, purposefully to the ring, ignoring the deafening boos of the crowd, the NLW Championship strapped around his waist.

'No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah

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

'It's Your Fucking Nightmare!'

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

Zach King: And his tag team partner... from Jersey City, New Jersey... Weighing in at 255 pounds... He is the NLW Champion... JC!

Caelan Tyler: JC has been absolutely dominant since NLW reopened, his shoulders yet to be pinned to the mat.

Jake Steel: He's a man on a mission Cael, and that mission is making the rest of the NLW roster his bitch.

Caelan Tyler: He has, however, lost two tag team matches to Legacy, so you have to figure that having his NLW Championship on the line here has to make him nervous.

I'm not afraid...
To make a stand...

Yeah, it's been a ride...
I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one.
Now some of you might still be in that place
If you're trying to get out, just follow me.
I'll get you there.

The beat to Eminem's 'Not Afraid' reverberates through the arena as the figures of the reigning NLW Tag Team Champions emerge from the haze at the top of the entrance ramp. One half of the entrance is lit in an icy blue light, the other in a fiery orange as the duo make their way to the ring.

Zach King: Their opponents... at a combined weight of 612 pounds... they are the reigning NLW Tag Team Champions... The Phoenix and The Ice Man... LEGACY!

Caelan Tyler: This is a golden opportunity for these two men: win this match and one of them walks away with the NLW Championship added to their already impressive resumes.

Jake Steel: Yeah, but that assumes they can agree on who should get it. They could tear themselves apart over that title!

The bell rings and the two teams stay in their corners to decide who will start off the contest. JC looks to be the cautious member of his team and steps out. Trent Steel is more than happy to take control for his team. The Phoenix motions for Ice Man to get to the apron. Ice Man nods after a moment. Trent and Phoenix make their way to the center of the ring. Trent moves in for a take down, but Phoenix is a step ahead. He falls forward sandwiching Trent down on the mat. Heavy rights and lefts pummel Trent now.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix is being a bit more aggressive to start here than usual. Seems like something's off...

Jake Steel: You mean he's gotten fatter?

Caelan Tyler: ...No.

Trent does his best to cover up, but most of the blows are connecting. Phoenix moves back to a standing position. Trent gets up and motions for Phoenix to bring it. Phoenix runs looking for a clothesline. Trent ducks the move, but Phoenix turns on a time. Steel turns just in time to get a knee hard enough in his gut to flip over Phoenix's leg. As Trent gasps for air Phoenix hit's a knee drop to Steel's gut. Trent is still trying to get the air back into his lungs. He manages to get to his hands and knees. Phoenix walks over to his corner and tags in Ice Man. Ice Man runs over to Trent not wanting to waste this advantage. Ice Man hit's a perfect field goal on Trent's mid section. This causes Trent to roll towards a neutral corner gasping. Ice Man continues his assault now trying to stomp the life out of Trent. Ice Man is even seen using the ropes to get more leverage and force on his stomps.

Caelan Tyler: Both members of Legacy are kicking things off aggressively. Must be the strategy they agreed upon heading into the match.

Jake Steel: If they want to have any chance here they'll need to be, not that they have a chance anyways. JC is going to boot their heads into the fifth row.

Ice Man pulls Trent up and pushes him into the corner. Ice Man delivers shoulder after shoulder into the gut. Ice Man backs off after the fifth shoulder to Steel's mid section. He gets a full head of steam and dives right at Trent. Trent is drilled between the ropes as Ice Man hit's a devastating shoulder thrust. Ice Man moves and allows Trent to fall face first into the mat. JC, Malcolm, and the girls are cheering Trent on trying to get him back into this game. Ice Man grabs Trent by the leg and pulls him back to Legacy's corner. Legacy is in full control of this match. Ice Man tags in Phoenix. The duo pull Trent up to his feet. He can already be seen wanting to double over. Legacy each grab Trent for what looks like a double suplex. No, Legacy spins so that their backs are facing their corner. They lift Trent up and drop him back first on the turnbuckle. Steel falls awkwardly to the ground and Phoenix drops down for the count:

1...

2...

...NO! Steel some how manages to get a shoulder up. Phoenix wasn't expecting an easy win and pulls Trent up. Trent gets whipped into the far ropes. Phoenix drops down looking for a back body drop. Trent spots this and goes to the air. He leaps over Phoenix and bounces off the ropes. His momentum is used to drill Phoenix with a flying forearm shot. Both men are down.

Caelan Tyler: Trent Steel trying to battle back here, although he needs to tag in JC and catch his breath.

Jake Steel: Oh come on, Trent Steel is tougher to break than the lock on the door to Ava Ricardo's locker room.

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: ...What?

Trent is crawling towards his corner trying to get JC into the match. One hand is used to pull himself on the mat while the other is clutching his midsection. Phoenix shakes his head trying to free the cobwebs. He is on his knees crawling to Ice Man. The fresher Phoenix is able to tag Ice Man into the match.

Caelan Tyler: Phoenix able to tag in Ice Man, looks like Trent's still in trouble.

Jake Steel: Slightly less.

Caelan Tyler: ...Why do to say that?

Jake Steel: Well with The Phoenix out of there he doesn't have to worry about the ring caving in on him.

Trent reaches out to grab JC's extended hand. Ice Man drops an elbow on Trent's back preventing him from getting JC into the match. Ice Man pulls Trent back to the center of the ring. Ice Man grabs Trent's legs and is looking to roll him over for a Boston crab to stretch that midsection and punish it more. Trent is fighting it. He gets a single leg free. Ice Man is struggling to hold his grip and flip Trent over. Trent plants a hard boot right under the jaw of Ice Man. He doesn't let go. Trent slams his heel up into Ice Man's chin again. And again! A forth time! No! Ice Man won't let go. Steel just won't quit. He sends another boot under Ice Man's chin. The Tag Champ is starting to feel in. With one final heel to the chin Ice Man releases his grip. He falls backwards. Trent finds a way to stand. He is still guarding his midsection. Ice Man stands up and Steel sees that he is blocking his way to JC. It is a showdown. Ice Man and Steel start to trade blows. Trent isn't able to throw all his weight into his punches. Ice Man gets two punches in. Steel drops to his knees. JC has seen enough. He gets into the ring, but the referee stops him. This gives Trent the opening he needs. Trent gives Ice Man a low blow. Steel is on his hands and knees. JC is out of the ring. Trent is moving to make a tag.

Caelan Tyler: Cheap shot by Trent, but is it enough to get JC into this match!

Jake Steel: Cheap nothing! Cheap is what Legacy was doing to him before.

Caelan Tyler: It's called working as a team. I bet if The Rogues were doing it you wouldn't object at all.

Phoenix is getting the fans into it. He is pounding on the turnbuckle. The fans are clapping along. Ice Man sits up still feeling that vicious low blow. Ice Man starts to move to his corner. Trent is almost there. JC, Malcolm, and the girls are all cheering on The Son of a Bitch. Ice Man is moving faster. He gets the tag. Phoenix is in! He is barreling down on Steel moving to intercept the tag. It's too late! Trent has finally tagged in the NLW Champion! He rushes into the ring and levels Phoenix with a clothesline. Ice Man is up and doesn't even see the spear that JC takes him down with. Ice Man rolls out of the ring to recover. Phoenix is up and is staring bullets down at JC. JC walks over to Phoenix motioning to the belt that he 'stole' from him.

Caelan Tyler: Now this is what I've been waiting to see! JC and The Phoenix face to face with the NLW Championship on the line!

Jake Steel: Only you would want to see that. I want to see JC move onto bigger and better things. Well, better things anyways, I don't think they get any bigger than The Phoenix is.

Caelan Tyler: ...Another fat joke Jake?

Jake Steel: Look, all I'm saying is the guy's stomach has its own gravitational pull.

Caelan Tyler: That's terrible Jake.

Jake Steel: No, terrible is the fact that the state of Maryland was required to assign his ass its own congressman.

The fans cheer as Phoenix lands the first blow. The former NLW Champion is trading blows with the reigning NLW Champion. Neither man is backing down after the blows. Each just keeps hammering the other. Phoenix steps forward into his hook. JC moves to the side and throws a hard body blow. Phoenix backs up only to receive a boot to the gut. JC drops the former NLW Champion with a spike DDT. JC takes in the chorus of boos from the crowd as he rolls Phoenix over. It looks like JC is trying to lock in his half-crab the Beginning of the End. Phoenix tries to fight it, but JC locks it in quickly. JC leans back putting all the pressure on Phoenix's leg and back. Phoenix screams and reaches out for the ropes. He can't reach. There is no moving JC. He is looking to end this match here. Ice Man climbs up on the apron and sees what his Legacy partner has gotten himself into. Ice Man gets into the ring and runs straight at JC. JC sees this as Ice Man jumps up looking for a boot to the face. JC drops the hold and puts up a guard. It looks like he is still cautious from the head injury.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like JC is fearing another concussion with that kind of a reaction.

Jake Steel: I don't blame him, Ice Man ending JC's career here would be a tragedy on par with Venom ending Titan 3's NLW career back in 2006 with that Stinger to the outside!

The referee forces Ice Man out of the ring. JC is back up doing his best to avoid taking the brunt of that boot. Phoenix is getting up. JC whips Phoenix into the ropes. JC bounces off the adjacent ropes. The two have a collision course in the middle of the ring. JC goes to for his Big Boot of Death. Phoenix saw this move enough to know to slide underneath the attack. He gets up just as JC puts his foot down. Phoenix locks his arms around JC's waist. There is a look of panic on JC's face as he knows a suplex is coming. He throws elbows frantically. Phoenix holds the move through. He heaves the NLW Champ up and drives him hard down on the mat. JC rolls to his stomach and quickly moves his hands to his head. Phoenix looks down at sees him guarding his head. It leaves the rest of his body wide open. Phoenix starts stomping every part of JC's body.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix on the attack, no doubt getting out some of his frustration over what has happened over the past few months.

Jake Steel: Dude just needs to eat a Snickers and get over it. Shit happens.

Caelan Tyler: Jake, JC and Trevor Kent stole the NLW Championship from him!

Jake Steel: Stole? Pfft, he got pinned in a sanctioned NLW Championship match, I don't see that as theft.

JC is trying to get up. Phoenix throws a hard punch, but JC is able to keep his guard up. It sends him against the ropes. Phoenix sends JC to the outside with a clothesline. The fans cheer as JC goes tumbling to the outside. He does his best to roll through and keep his head from bouncing off the ground. Phoenix looks down at JC and goes to bounce off the ropes. Trent Steel is back up. He sends a sharp kick to Phoenix's back. Phoenix turns around to deal with Steel. Steel throws a hard punch. Phoenix blocks it and shoves Trent off the apron. Phoenix bounces off the ropes and stares bullets into JC. Phoenix dives through the ropes hitting a suicide dive. The big man sends him and JC into a heap against the guardrail. The fans explode in cheers as they see the guardrail bent around the two men.

Crowd: Ho-ly shit! Ho-ly shit! Ho-ly shit!

Neither men are moving at all. Security has moved in to keep the fans from doing any more damage. They have tossed garbage and dosed JC in beer. Phoenix and JC are both in bad shape. Ice Man jumps down and goes over to help Phoenix. Trent Steel intercepts Ice Man. Ice Man never saw Trent dive off the apron and hit a drop kick.

Caelan Tyler: This match is starting to break down here! Hopefully the referee gets this under control before it gets as out of hand as some of the other matches here tonight have!

Jake Steel: What? I want to see this get even crazier! Cap the night off with a bang!

The referee goes to begin a ten count, but Malcolm stretches his cane out and taps the referee on the shoulder. The referee turns around to see Malcolm shaking his head and throwing his cane into his hand. The referee drops his hands and goes to over see the carnage. Trent Steel is on top of Ice Man throwing punches. Phoenix and JC are barely moving. Phoenix is the first to show real signs of life. He starts to stand up with the help of the empty chairs surrounding him and JC. Steel lets up on Ice Man. He stands up and spins to Phoenix leveling him with a super kick. Phoenix falls down into a chair and topples over. Steel is the only man standing up. He is still favoring his midsection. Trent helps JC get to his feet. Trent pushes his tag team partner into the ring and goes to grab Phoenix. Before he could even turn around, Ice Man grabs him by the back of the head. Trent meets the turnbuckle post in a very intimate way. Steel has a gash above his forehead. His eyes have rolled into the back of his head. Malcolm and the girl train move to go help Steel, but Ice Man scares them off. Ice Man goes over to Phoenix. He is getting up, but it seems his is pretty badly injured from the dive and kick. Phoenix moves to the ring. He gets in and immediately tags Ice Man into the match.

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man is the legal man now, looks like some order is being restored to this match.

Jake Steel: Bah! I wanted more fireworks, more abuse!

Ice Man gets into the ring and moves over to JC. He springs to life! JC was playing possum! He rolls Ice Man up into a small package.

...1!

...2!

...3!

Wait, there is no bell. The referee signals that it was only a two count. Ice Man just got his shoulder up. Both men are up. JC taunts Ice Man. It was easily heard calling the former Legacy Champion a gimp. Ice Man lashes out with a fury of punches. JC keeps his guard up. The shots aren't doing much. The NLW Champion just waits for his moment. Ice Man winds up for a haymaker. JC dives low and grabs Ice Man's leg. He twists around hitting a Dragon Screw take down. Ice Man grabs his leg. It was the same one that was injured at War Games. JC licks his lips like a wolf stalking his prey. He grabs Ice Man's wounded leg. He holds it up as he drops elbow after elbow onto the inside of the elbow. Ice Man screams in pain at each blow.

Caelan Tyler: JC is working over that leg of Ice Man's that he injured a couple of months back and was aggravated at War Games.

Jake Steel: Yes! Snap his leg in two JC! Send Ice Man into retirement!

Caelan Tyler: ...Wait, Ice Man putting JC out with injury wasn't acceptable, but the inverse is okay?

Jake Steel: Yep!

Caelan Tyler: That makes no sense.

Jake Steel: Doesn't need to!

JC lets go of Ice Man's leg after five elbows. He wants something new to inflict pain on Ice Man. He rolls Ice over and grabs the injured leg. He picks him up by the leg and throws it down hard letting his knee bounce off the mat. The fans boo as JC goes right back to the leg. Up and down goes Ice. His knee making a sickening thud as it bounces off the mat again. JC seems bored of his punishment as well. He grabs Ice and pulls him up. Ice Man is doing his best to protect his knee. JC throws Ice toward his corner. Ice Man's leg buckles as soon as he puts pressure on his injured knee. JC walks over to Ice Man putting his foot on the back of the injured knee. He puts his weight on that one leg. Ice Man screams in pain as he desperately reaching out for the tag not realizing that it isn't even Legacy's corner. Phoenix looks ready to run into the ring and run through the referee if this keeps up any longer. JC steps off of Ice Man's injured knee. JC looks over at Phoenix and grabs his partner's leg. He slaps on the half crab making sure to stare at Phoenix the whole time. JC isn't bending the leg so much as trying to rip it off at the knee.

Caelan Tyler: JC just continuing this brutal assault on the NLW Legend here! This is just sickening!

Jake Steel: Everything is sickening to you tonight Cael, jeez. We need to start keeping airline barf bags at ringside for you.

It was too much for Phoenix to bear. He rushed into the ring. The referee was there to stop him. It took all the referee had to hold back The Phoenix. All the while JC was twisting and pulling Ice Man's injured leg. Ice Man's screams echoed through the arena. Ice Man was able to grab the ropes, but Steel was there with a vicious boot to the head to allow JC to drag him away. The referee moves to check on Ice Man it looks like his is fading in and out. He is trying to fight. He looks ready to tap. There is a loud roar from the other side of the ring. JC sees Phoenix enter the ring. The referee thinks twice about stopping the rushing freight train. JC isn't able to stop Phoenix. He throws a punch hard into JC's temple. He isn't done yet. He headbutts the NLW Champion. JC bounces back and Steel tags himself in. The referee grabs Phoenix by the arm trying to push him back to his corner.

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix managed to stop the assault on Ice Man's leg, but in the process Trent Steel managed to tag in as well.

Jake Steel: Which means Trent gets to work the leg over! Woo!

Steel pushes the referee off of Phoenix and gets a knee to the gut for his trouble. Phoenix grabs Trent in a double underhook. He heaves up Steel and drops him a double underhook suplex. JC is up and if looks could kill then Phoenix would be doing life. JC goes to punch Phoenix, but the big man blocks the punch. He doesn't return his punch. No, instead Phoenix hits another headbutt on JC. JC falls back into his own corner. Phoenix gets a running start and splashes the NLW Champion. Phoenix continues to pummel the NLW Champion with rights and lefts now. He aims for the head. JC can't get his guard up. Phoenix tosses JC up onto the top of the turnbuckle. He climbs up with JC. Phoenix grabs JC's head and goes to lift him up. He gets him straight up. It looks like Phoenix is going for a top rope brain buster. Phoenix starts to fall back. No wait! Steel is there! He is pushing Phoenix back onto the turnbuckle. JC lands awkwardly. He nearly tumbles down to the floor, but holds on by a leg and arm. He finds a way to land on the apron. Trent is delivering hard lefts to Phoenix's ribs. He gets the upper hand long enough to push the big man down and his legs get caught in the turnbuckles.

Caelan Tyler: That move would've been absolutely devastating had he managed to hit it! JC is lucky Trent Steel was able to make the save.

Jake Steel: Come on ref, get him out of there!

Trent gets a head of steam and jumps half way across the ring and delivers a sickening baseball slide to Phoenix's face. Phoenix gets hit hard and falls out of the tree of woe. He falls to the outside. Ice Man is there waiting. He is putting most of his weight on his healthy leg. Trent turns right into the arms of Ice Man. Ice Man finds a way to get Trent up on his shoulders. He screams as he puts weight on both of his legs. Ice Man finds a way to hit his version of the F-5, the Ice Pick. Trent's head bounces off the mat. His eyes roll into the back of his head. Ice Man goes for the pin!

..1!

..2!

...No! JC has made the save for his team!

Caelan Tyler: Ice Man got the Ice Pick on Trent, but JC was able to break the pin up!

Jake Steel: Phew! That was a close one! Don't scare me like that again boys!

Ice Man gets a hard elbow to the back. He starts to stand up, but JC is ready for him. Ice Man turns right into the Big Boot of Death. Ice Man falls down dead to the world. JC goes to make the pin:

...Nothing.

Caelan Tyler: What's going on?

Jake Steel: Corrupt referee? What the hell?

The referee signals that Ice Man and Trent Steel are the legal men in the tag match. JC is forced out of the ring. Ice Man and Trent are both down and out. Phoenix is starting to move on the outside. This match has taken its toll on everyone. Steel is starting to get up, gripping the ropes for leverage. He is starting to get back to his feet. Ice Man rolled over to his stomach and trying to get up. Steel manages to get up, but has to lean against the ropes. Ice Man is on his knees struggling through the pain to stand. Trent moves over to Ice Man and gives him a hard shot to the face. Ice Man is still on his knees. He doesn't fall down. He finds a way to get one foot under him. Trent gets mad and slams him even harder. Ice Man teeters, but doesn't fall. Steel hits Ice Man with all his power. Ice Man still won't go down. He managed to get to his feet. Steel bounces off the ropes looking to put Ice away for good. Ice Man had other plans. He picks Steel up and spins around hitting a crushing spine buster. Ice stays on Steel for the pin.

..1!

..2!

...Steel kicks out!

Caelan Tyler: These men are just laying it all out there tonight, they know what this match means and no one seems willing to give up without a fight.

Jake Steel: Sure, but how much fight can be left in Ice Man? That guy's barely got a leg to stand on.

Ice Man pulls Steel up and starts to drag him over to Legacy's corner. Phoenix is still showing signs of fatigue and pain. Much like every man in this match. Steel starts to fight Ice Man off. He is delivering quick kicks to the back of Ice Man's knee. Two buckle Ice and bring him down to a knee. Steel hit's a hard dropkick that sends Ice back into his corner. Ice hits Phoenix's legs and sends Phoenix face first down into the ring apron. Steel moves over to JC looking to tag in the NLW Champion. Ice Man grabs Steel's leg and trips him up. Ice Man hits Steel with an uppercut that knocks him down to the mat. Ice Man is looking to put Steel away here. JC enters the ring and runs at Ice Man. He is looking to hit a chop block into Ice's wounded knee. Ice Man heard the foot steps in the ring. He side steps and watches JC dive to the mat. Ice man lands thunderous right hands onto JC before shoving him into the corner. An avalanche later and Ice Man can focus on Trent.

Caelan Tyler: JC tried to get involved, but Ice Man took care of that!

Jake Steel: No! Come on JC, get back on your feet and win this match!

Trent grabs Ice Man by the trunks and sends him into the ropes. He hoped Ice Man fell through, but Ice Man regains himself and bounces at Trent. A bit slower due to his knee, but he is still able to charge. Trent Steel drops down and hit's a drop toe hold on Ice Man. Before Ice Man can even hit the mat JC lunges forward hitting the Big Boot of Death on Ice Man! The Fan Favorite! Trent goes for the cover:

1...

Phoenix is up and rolling into the ring on the closest side to Trent. He grabs Steel's leg.

2...

Malcolm rolls his cane into the ring. JC is able to pick it up without the referee seeing. He is too focused on the pinfall. JC hits Phoenix in the back of the head causing him to drop Steel's leg.

3!

Jake Steel: YES!

The bell rings as JC tosses the cane out of the ring before the referee sees it. Legacy is left laying on the apron as their former Tag Titles are handed over to Trent Steel and JC. JC holds both of his titles high in the air. Both FTF members are getting booed from the crowd for beating the fan favorites of the match. Garbage is even getting tossed into the ring to let the new champs know exactly how they feel.

Zach King: Here are your winners... And NEW NLW Tag Team Champions... JC and Trent Steel... THE ROGUES!

Caelan Tyler: It took some dirty tactics, but The Rogues managed to dethrone Legacy to win the NLW Tag Team Championships!

Jake Steel: Dirty nothing! This night is officially perfect!

Caelan Tyler: Well regardless, we're out of time! See you in January folks!

The scene fades with The Rogues celebrating in the ring with their new titles...