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A Singles Match of Team LWL versus Team CWA.
This is under regular rules of Pin, Submit, DQ, or Count-Out.

Lauri Henry (LWL) Vs. Salem Croft (CWA)

After the last few seconds of music had played from Lauri's theme, a slow, melodic bass line would infect the stands, provoking feet to tap and heads to bob as a dense fog started to smother the stage floor. A simple kick bass started to keep time mere measures after, a haunting ensemble that heralded Salem to the stage - dressed in his signature buckled pants and wrist wraps.

"I'm gonna fight 'em off...
A seven-nation army couldn't hold me back...
They're gonna rip it off...
Takin' their time right behind my back...
And I'm talkin' to myself at night, because I can't forget..."

As though hypnotized by Jack White's haunting vocal deliveries, Salem bobbed his head to the beat, slowly raising his hands to encourage the arena to get louder, already clapping in time with the thump of Meg White's pedal.

"Back and forth through my mind, behind a cigarette..."

As the cymbals clashed to the escalating guitar riff, Salem's eyes widened, hands clentched into fists high above his head.

"And the message coming from my eyes says 'Leave it alone'...!"

Throwing his hands down, the stage erupted into a plume of flame that dissolved the fog and obscured Salem in triumphant swirls of red and orange. Emerging through the wall of fire, Salem ran down the ramp, fearlessly sliding into the ring and springing onto his feet with a thunderous shout. Beating his chest, he turned to face all four sides of the ring, rushing to the ropes to lean over and embrace his fans before taking place at center ring, extending a hand to Lauri.

Salem bobbed his head to the final breaths of bass before his music faded out, huffing and stretching as the bell rang. Anyone standing across the ring from LWL's premiere champion would have to bring their 'A-Game', and an intrepid rookie such as Salem was no exception. Before the third chime of the bell could be struck, Salem had leaped clear across the ring towards Lauri, showcasing his reaction speed and trademark legwork.

Illustrating one of his high-impact strategies, Salem drew his right fist back, bowing his shoulders the same way as he set up for a Superman Punch. However, the move was only a fake intended to draw Lauri's immediate attention elevated.

As Lauri hopefully went to block or evade, watching Salem's telegraphed fist, he'd instead snap his right boot up, shifting his momentum on a dime into the toe of his foot to rock Lauri underneath the chin with a Flying Frontkick underneath his blind spot.

Salem's kick had connected, but the blow had barely rattled the Lone Wolf known as Lauri Henry. Salem's eyes went wide in a mixture of shock and frustration, unsure for a moment about how difficult his opponent would be to bring down.

Giving him no time to think, However, Lauri's face would surge forward into Salem's, causing him to fall back into the opposing ropes at his back, clutching the bridge of his nose in agony.

Salem's eyes were a bit blurry from the mind-numbing headbutt, but the thunderous thuds of Lauri's boots across the canvas gave him all the warning necessary. Looking to take the wildman by surprise, Salem would drop to the mat, attempting to send Henry swinging into the ropes with a Drop Toe Hold.

Salem had turned the tides in the early goings of this match, but he'd have to deliver non-stop offense if he were to hold the LWL Champion down for the three count. Extending his arms, Salem woul point to the crowd as he lined up behind Henry, who was draped across the top rope.

Running forward, Salem would show off more of his high-flying, high-impact offense by leaping for a Missile Dropkick aimed at the back of Lauri's head. If successful, Salem would clip the LWL Champion's skull, sail out of the ring, and land nimbly on his feet.