Post by Danny on Aug 25, 2018 0:09:20 GMT -6
Pyro goes off all throughout the arena and the camera zooms around, showing numerous fans all showing their support for the return of NXT, We then go ringside where Corey Graves and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to NXT! I'm Tom Phillips and with me is my broadcast partner, former International Champion, Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: Tonight could be the end for 6 of the G1 Climax tournament competitors as we find out who goes on to Final Battle.
Tom Phillips: But let's not forget about the 8 man war we have later tonight. Can either of those teams even cooperate?
Corey Graves: Who cares, it'll be mayhem and that;s what the people pay to see!
Tom Phillips: Plus we got three new faces squaring off tonight as Chris Jericho goes up against Brock Lesner and Eli Drake.
Corey Graves: Speaking of, that match is set to take place right now. Take it away Tony!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California and weighing 230 pounds, Eli DRAKE!
Drake comes out from the back with that cocksure swagger and cocky grin, marches straight down the ramp with little ceremony, and rolls into the ring. The fans are booing him as he climbs a turnbuckle and starts pointing to himself, talking himself up. He doesn't need their validation - he provides more than enough of it himself. Then he climbs off the turnbuckle to await his opponents.
Tony Chimel: And the first opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba and weighing 227 pounds, Chris JERICHO!
BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!
Jericho struts out to the head of the ramp and spins around, extending both arms out. The fans hit him with a decidedly mixed reaction but he doesn't seem to care as he spins around, cocking one arm in the universally-accepted "YES!" gesture before heading down the ramp, pointing to Eli in the ring and running his filthy Canadian mouth. When Jericho reaches the foot of the ramp he fakes out a fan looking for a high five, then struts up the ring steps, along the apron, and finally enters the ring. Before his entrance charade can continue, the theme of his foe cuts into the arena air like a knife.
Tony Chimel: And finally the third opponent, from Minneapolis, Minnesota and weighing 286 pounds, Brock LESNAR!
Lesnar comes out a font of energy and rage. He hits the head of the ramp and then jogs in place, shaking out his fists, before raising his arms and snapping them down - punctuated by a loud pyrotechnic explosion. Lesnar then marches down the ramp and jogs one full circuit around the ring before sliding into it, his eyes darting from one foe to the other as he sneers menacingly before heading to his corner to wait for the starting bell. He doesn't wait long.
-VERSUS-
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and all three men are staring each other down. Nobody seems to want to make the first move, but Eli Drake is happy to run his mouth, pointing at Lesnar and saying, "Look at this dummy! See the vacant stare in his beady little eyes?" Chris Jericho, never one to be outdone at calling someone stupid, shouts at Eli Drake, "Shut your mouth you hippopotamic idiot!" The fans boo the verbal display - they paid to see some actual action. Drake walks up on Jericho, who steps up himself and the two begin shoving each other and exchanging heated words while Lesnar stands stone still in his corner, staring at both of them with the cool, stone-faced expression of a complete lunatic. Jericho and Eli continue shoving and shouting, the fans continue their hot shower with ever-more-raucous booing, and finally the crowd gets some of the violence they paid for as Lesnar blasts off from his starting point and literally flattens both of his opponents with a disturbing double lariat. Jericho immediately rolls out of the ring, showing the ring savvy of a veteran as he tries to shake off the blow, but Drake is not so fortunate as Lesnar immediately sets in on him with a mount and some of the ground-and-pound he is infamous for in that other sport he competes in as the fans pop loudly.
Tom Phillips: I never thought I'd see the day where fans were so enthusiastic about Brock Lesnar but lo and behold!
Corey Graves: When everyone else just seems to want to bicker like children, it's nice to see someone willing to get the job done.
Lesnar's fists are pounding on Drake, who by now has managed to get something of a guard up but is still eating the powerful blows. Brock roars and it seems as though the Beast will be tireless as he relentlessly pummels Drake. Jericho re-enters the ring however, and smacks Brock on the back of the head. Lesnar snorts, then gets off of Drake and turns to Jericho who has seemingly suddenly realized the error he has made as he takes several steps back. Lesnar charges... but then Jericho shows how sly he truly is as he leaps up and catches Lesnar with a surprise Codebreaker! Lesnar falls on his back and Y2J goes for the cover.
Corey Graves: Ingenius countermove by Jericho using Lesnar's own momentum against him!
Tom Phillips: That could have backfired horribly.
1...
2...
...NO!
Just as the official's hand is about to strike the canvas for the three-count, Eli Drake breaks up the cover. He and Jericho recover quickly while Lesnar rolls out of the ring, his bell clearly rung as he lands on his hands and knees and is giving his head a good shake. Jericho and Drake circle one another, sizing each other up before Drake calls for the test of strength. Jericho nods, undaunted by the superior muscle mass of his foe relative to his own Canadian dad bod, and moves in. Drake locks in one of the hands and then kicks Jericho square in the groin, drawing a massive amount of heat from the crowd as he pulls Jericho in and drops him with a DDT. As soon as Eli is on his feet the official is giving him all kinds of Hell for the low blow, but Eli raises his arms up and shrugs, giving the official his most convincing, "I didn't know!" look. The official is about to rule on the thing when he goes wide-eyed and gets the Hell outta dodge - for good reason as Lesnar comes crashing in behind with a double ax handle that sends Eli staggering into the ropes before he rebounds backward into a German suplex!
Tom Phillips: Eli Drake's cheap shot has been justly rewarded by Lesnar!
Corey Graves: I do believe Drake is about to punch a ticket to Suplex City.
Lesnar stalks Eli, preparing to hit another German as Jericho gains his feet. Instead of Drake Lesnar turns on Y2J and German suplexes him! Jericho's neck hits canvas hard and he cries out in agony. Lesnar now starts stalking him with all of the single-mindedness of an apex predator, but as he does this Eli Drake spies an opportunity and charges. Lesnar turns just in time to eat a Bottom Rung spinning facebuster! Drake now goes for the cover on the big man.
1...
2...
...NO!
This time, it's Jericho who saves the match. Once more Eli and Chris get to their feet as Lesnar rolls out of the ring, clutching at his nose which seems the worse for wear. Eli again calls for the test of strength and Jericho again looks like he's going to go for it before taking off full-flight and catching the unprepared Drake with an enziguri! Drake falls on his back and Jericho hooks the leg!
1...
2...
...NO!
Jericho is dragged out under the bottom rope by a recovered Lesnar. The two begin trading rights on the outside but Lesnar's blows are far more powerful and finally he gets the upper hand, which he utilizes to grab Jericho by the hair and throw him with merciless force into the ring steps! The steel steps dislodge as Jericho's weight hits them at full velocity and he screams in pain. Lesnar snarls, pulls Jericho to his feet and puts him up on one shoulder before running for the barricade, then powerslamming Jericho spine-first on the top of it! The Canadian's body bends backward over the structure like a flapjack and Lesnar seems overwhelmed with sadistic joy as he starts to straight up pound on Jericho's exposed face with closed fists. He doesn't stop until Jericho is left a bloody mess, heaped at the foot of the barricade. Drake, meanwhile - still inside the ring - is grinning ear-to-ear, knowing he now only has to beat one man to get the win. Lesnar climbs up on the apron, and Eli is right there, connecting flush with a lariat that sends Lesnar back outside!
Corey Graves: Hey - shouldn't the ref be counting someone out here?
As if on queue the referee starts his count. Drake wanders out of the ring, picking up the ruined Jericho and throwing him in before turning his attentions to a recovering Lesnar. Brock gets to his feet only to be bullrushed by Drake, who sends him through the barricade! The big man is down, and Eli recovers quickly enough to slide in the ring. He then hauls the bloodied Chris Jericho to his feet, picks him up, spins him about in a tilt-a-whirl and brings him crashing back-first down on his knee!
Tom Phillips: Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
Corey Graves: Eli calls that the Gravy Train but we can't because Toronto's Ford family might sue us for copyright infringement.
Eli hooks the leg, but doesn't even get to one before Lesnar - having recovered far more quickly than he expected - is diving on him to break it up. Lesnar then hauls Eli to his feet and rocks him with one solid right after the other before Irish whipping Drake across the ring. Eli rebounds off the ropes and Lesnar doubles down to back body drop him, but Eli sees it coming and lifts a knee to connect flush with Lesnar's face! Lesnar snaps up, grimacing, as Eli hits him with a knee lift combo'd up with a discus clothesline!
Tom Phillips: Blunt Force Trauma!
Corey Graves: What a lame finishing maneuver. I mean honestly, there's some pretty crappy ones on this brand but... bleh.
Drake falls in for the cover.
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner,
ELI DRAKE!
Tom Phillips: Well, it wasn't the prettiest win but--
Corey Graves: It wasn't pretty at all! This match was sloppy as all Hell, but Eli Drake walks away with a 'W' and I guess that's all that matters.
Eli seems smug - perhaps fittingly so, as the UWF rookie has definitely pulled one out from under two men who have been around the block a few times. Before either of them can recover fully, he does the smart thing and makes a quick exit, leaving the fans booing.
Fading in from the black, we're brought the portrait of The Man Beast, The War Machine -- Rhino, in the arena parking lot. Though he isn't in the arena, at the moment, it looks like he's ready to fight whenever, since he's in his ring gear.
Rhino looks out to the highway, before speaking-
Rhino: "Y'know, it's funny. There's going to be so many cars, trucks, and bikes that'll drive past this arena tonight. They just keep driving on past, just like dust in the wind. I want you to see all of them now, folks. Look at all of them-"
Rhino forces the camera to pan itself to the highway, until he pans the camera back to himself-
Rhino: "They're going to keep driving past, on in, because, y'know, this is a busy city. But, tonight my opponent is Finn Balor. Some like to call him the demon, but I'm not to sure what to believe; I'm not sure what I see, when I see when a man with the physique of a shrimp, that comes out in a clown costume on pay-per-views. At face value? I think I'm seeing a fraud, an imitator, and worst of all, just a geek. But, I want more than that, Finn. I know you're more capable than that."
Rhino pauses for a moment-
Rhino: "I don't want this Bulletproof-proud prick I keep seeing show up in tow with his favorite gun club. I don't want The Real Rock 'n Rolla', neither. I want the Demon. I want the thing that's been to Hell and back. I'm not going to get down and beg, Finn. Because if you won't bring it out of you, I'll beat it out of you. I'll be the one to deliver the so-called exorcism. I'm not doing this for the sake of morality, or whatever. I'm doing this for myself. I want to see the demon brought out, and his soul trapped in my clenched fist after his defeat. So, seize the moment, Balor. Rise to the occasion."
Rhino points out to the highway with all of the cars-
Rhino: "Because, if you don't. These cars are going to keep passing on by. You'll never be known. You'll be known as the damned idiot who got in the way of Rhino, and was just one more victim from The Gore. So, see you tonight, Demon."
Rhino walks off, as NXT rolls on...
"Gore!"
"Gore!"
"GORE!"
In no short supply, the threesome Gore chants begin to blare through the speakers, and without a doubt, it's The Man Beast, The War Machine - Rhino. The crowd decide to cheer him again, since he's out of the way of the hype train. Likewise, Rhino emerges from behind the curtain, as he makes his way out to the top of the entrance ramp. In standard deviation, he beats on his chest twice, before throwing his arms up for his signature taunt. However, in less than standard deviation, pyrotechnics erupt from both sides of the stage that signal for a pop from the crowd.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a G1 Climax Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 265 pounds, Rhino!
Rhino shoots the audience a nod, before beelining it down to ringside with high velocity to slide through the bottom rope with momentum to benefit. He walks over to the ropes and lifts his arms up, the crowd cheering him on.
Five Finger Death Punch's "Bulletproof" tears into the open air of the arena once again as the titular team's Irish representative, Finn Balor, emerges from the back - no face paint, all business.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Ireland, weighing in at 190 pounds, Finn Balor!
Balor heads straight down the ramp and ignores all the fans slinging insults towards him. He walks right up the steps and into the ring. Rhino and him stare at each other while the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Rhino runs straight to Finn and it catches him off guard. Rhino picks him up and rams him into the corner. He throws a couple of shoulder thrusts and then backs away, allowing Finn to walk of the corner and into his waiting arms for an overhead belly to belly suplex! Finn rolls out of the ring but Rhino doesn't want to give him any breathing room and follows him out.
Tom Phillips: Look at the ferocious nature of the War Machine!
Corey Graves: He's pissed off and looking for redemption after his string of losses. I certainly wouldn't want to be in his way.
Finn thinks he can get a breather but Rhino comes up behind him and throws him into the barricade. The crowd cheers his beatdown of the Bulletproof member but the Man Beast is far from done. He picks Balor up and hits him with a back suplex on the barricade! He quickly picks him up off the floor and throws him back into the ring. He follows him inside and goes for a cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
And Balor kicks out! Rhino gets up and kneels over him, throwing straight rights to his head until the ref makes him stop, telling him to open up those closed fists. Balor uses the brief distraction to poke Rhino in the eye. The War Machine back away, temporarily blinded while Finn gets back to his feet. Balor then runs up and hits Rhino with a step up enziguri but the big man doesn't go down. Rhino is dazed and unable to see through one eye but he can see Finn standing in the middle of the ring so the War Machine bursts out of the corner with a Gore but Balor hops over him and Rhino eats the second turnbuckle!
Rhino is dazed but still on one knee. He uses the ropes to get back to his feet and turns around but Balor comes running at him, hitting a dropkick in the corner that makes Rhino stumble out of the corner. Balor kicks him in the gut and then plants him with a DDT in the center of the ring. He turns him around and goes for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
And Rhino kicks out at 2! Balor is now firmly in the driver's seat and he doesn't want to give Rhino any room to breathe. He picks him up and irish whips him into the corner. He follows up with a running forearm smash into the corner and then immediately lifts him up to seat him on the top rope. Balor then climbs up to the second rope. He then jumps up and wraps his legs around the head of Rhino's going for a hurrincanrana but Rhino shows off his power by holding steady and refusing to flip forward. Balor is hanging upside down and looks to be in a ton of trouble. Rhino powers him back up and then leaps off, landing hard with a powerbomb from the second rope!
Corey Graves: I think Finn Balor is the better wrestler of the two but you can't teach pure power.
Tom Phillips: Rhino is certainly out to prove a point. That Last Man Standing match may have hampered him in this tournament but now it's all about fighting through the pain.
Both men are down, the power needed to lift Balor back up and powerbomb him has clearly taken a lot out of the Man Beast. The crowd starts a slow clap to rally both men to their feet and it works as they slowly rise, facing one another. Rhino yells at Balor, telling him top hit him and so he does. Rhino shakes it off and comes back with a big right of his own. Balor loses his balance a bit but comes back jumping left forearm. Rhino staggers back a bit but comes back with another big right that hit's Finn so hard, he turns all the way around and falls to a knee. Rhino smiles, thinking he's got him where he wants him but suddenly, Balor jumps back and hits Rhino right on the top of the head with the Pele Kick!
Once again both men are down but Balor crawls his way over to the ropes. He uses them to help get up and sees Rhino crawl over to the corner. Finn waits for him to get up and turn around. When he does, Finn runs at him and dropkicks him into the corner, his head hitting the back of the second turnbuckle and making him fall forward. Balor rolls him over and goes straight to the top rope. He's looking to end it with the Coup De Grace but Rhino wisely rolls out of the ring to avoid the maneuver.
Tom Phillips: The smarts of the War Machine in effect right here.
Corey Graves: I don't think Rhino and the word smarts has ever been uttered in the same sentence before.
Instead of just climbing down, Finn waits for Rhino to turn around and instead leaps off the top rope with a crossbody, landing on top of Rhino on the outside! Some fans just instinctively cheer the high spot but most of the crowd still boos the Bulletproof member. Finn doesn't care, instead opting to pick Rhino off the ground and throwing him shoulder first into the steel ring post. Balor shows no remorse and an actual smile creeps across his face. He grabs Rhino and then tosses him back into the ring. Balor follows closely behind and picks Rhino up. He lifts him up for a brainbuster but Rhino slips behind him and hits a gnarly german suplex!
Rhino slowly gets back up, holding his shoulder that just got rammed into the steel ring post. Balor is up, resting against a corner so Rhino runs at him with a body block in the corner. He then lifts him up onto his shoulder and walks to the center of the ring before hitting him with the death valley driver! He floats over for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
But Balor kicks out! Rhino looks pissed off but he doesn't let it cloud his judgment. He picks up Finn and places his head between his legs. He tries to lift him up for a piledriver but Balor lifts him up with a back body drop. Balor then hits the ropes and when Rhino gets up, he's taken down with a slingblade. Rhino rolls to the outside to gain some separation but Balor just runs towards the ropes and jumps out with a suicide somersault senton, taking out Rhino on the floor below!
Tom Phillips: If I didn't know any better, I'd say Balor is playing up to the crowd.
Corey Graves: You don't know any better Tom, it's just an effective way to take out someone who wants a breather.
Finn picks up Rhino and looks out to the crowd and notices quite a few people cheering him on for that dive to the outside. Finn cracks a smile but Rhino takes advantage of the brief lapse and rams Balor into the ring apron. Finn falls down and Rhino doesn't let up, instead he throws punch after punch to the top of Balor's head. The ref tries to tell him to stop but Rhino ignores him and picks Finn back up, only to powerbomb him on the floor! Rhino grabs at his injured shoulder and rotates it to get some feeling back. The ref has reached a count of 7 so Rhino rolls into the ring, only to roll back out and go back on the attack.
He picks up Finn and returns the favor by throwing him into the steel ring post. Balor falls back to the mat looking dazed but Rhino doesn't care. He picks him up yet again and this time throws him into th3e steel steps. The referee finally exits the ring and gets in between the two. He tells Rhino to back off but Rhino pushes the ref out of the way, making him hit his head on the barricade. The ref then calls for the bell while holding his head.
Tony Chimel: The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification, Finn Balor!
Rhino walks over and stands over the ref. He's furious and tells him he needs to restart the match. The ref refuses to do so so Rhino kicks the barricade right next to him, venting his anger. He realizes that Balor is still there for him so he turns around to take out his anger but when he does, Balor whacks him over the head with a steel chair! Rhino falls to the mat and Balor quickly jumps on him and begins to punch away into the skull of the War Machine's. Multiple officials come down from the back and pull him off but Balor has to be dragged away while blood begins to trickle down Rhino's skull.
Tom Phillips: It looks like Rhino let his emotions get the better of him Graves.
Corey Graves: Wouldn't you? Rhino is on a losing streak and he has a right to be angry. I just feel sorry for the next guy who has to get in the ring with him.
Tom Phillips: Well judging by EC3's love of violence and the fact that this match ended the way it did, I've got a good feeling what's happening next.
Balor gets taken to the back while Rhino stands up and sees the blood trickling down his face and only get more angry. He shoves the refs out of the way and walks to the back while the cameras head elsewhere.
The titantron switches from a UWF NXT graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Byron Saxton is standing by.
Saxton: Ladies and gentlemen, pleased welcome my guests at this time - Team Meltzer.
The UWF International Champions Kevin Steen, The UWF World Tag Team Champions Matt and Nick Jackson, and of course, Dave Meltzer, walk into the shot. It's crowded.
Saxton: Gentlemen, thank your for taking time out of your schedule to speak with me -
Dave snappily interjects.
Meltzer: Not at all, Byron. Team Meltzer is happy to work with an up-an-coming talent such as yourself. That's what we're all about - building the future. Out with the old, in with the new. We're not about to give the time of day to some agenda-chasing hack like Renee Young, but for you? We've got five minutes.
Saxton: Uhhhh.... great. Thank you. Now, Matt, Nick - tonight you'll team up with the UWF Hardcore Champion Steve Blackman and Kurt Angle to take on the number one contender Jey Uso, Bray Wyatt, and your Final Battle opponents, Teddy Hart and Jack Evans. How do you see this match playing out and do you think you'll be able to function as a team with somebody as unpredictable as Steve Blackman, or with Kurt Angle, who just last week faced off against Kevin?
Nick: Tag-teaming is what we do, Byron. Our chemistry is infectious. It's not like we have to lower ourselves to Blackman or Angle's level to work with them. We're going to elevate them to our standard, ya know? Bring them up here with us and show them what the view is like from the top. Blackman's a wack-job, but now he's out wack-job. We're happy to use his, uh, well, "unique" skill set to our benefit.
Matt: And as for Angle, who cares if Kevin kicked his butt last week? We're all professionals here, and if we were only allowed to team with people Kevin hadn't beat already, then we'd never be in four-on-four tags, if you know what I mean. Matches like are our bread and butter. This has indy spot-fest written all over it. This is where we come from. Steve's good. Kurt's good. We're amazing. This is an easy win for us.
Nick: Just look at the other team - you've got a guy who hasn't won three consecutive matches in as many years with Bray Wyatt. You've got a clueless douche canoe who we've already beat before in Jimmy Uso. Then you've got Hart and Evans - guys with only one match under their belts in the UWF and it was against the Wyatts. Tell us Byron, how is their team going to get along? We already know they hate each other. Is Jimmy going to keep the peace? How could he? Is he going to "I am Sam" some good will into them? That movie sucked.
Matt: A lot.
Byron decides no to pursue any further questions in that direction, turning to "Mr. Wrestling" instead.
Saxton: Kevin, lately your relationship with the UWF Universe has been extremely hostile. Could you clarify why?
Steen: No, Bryon, I can't. The bare bones of this whole situation is that I'm a man who goes to work every week and I am harassed by complete strangers for the job I do. They try to justify it by saying "they paid for the ticket", but let's think about that for a second.
Would you buy a ticket to a rock concert if you didn't like the headlining band? Would you sit in an arena just to boo them? How could you be so childish? Or what about any other job? What if I like worked at a Walmart, bagging groceries. Just because you spend your money shopping there doesn't mean you can walk up to me and start screaming that I'm a terrible person or something.
The UWF Universe should be tried and charged, but instead these proud animals are encouraged to express themselves. They're the obstacle in the way of our progress. They're the only thing keeping NXT from truly evolving professional wrestling. But what can I do about it?
Punish them.
And how do I do that? Well, they picked Roman Reigns over me and look what I did to him - I took everything from him in the most important match of his life at the biggest show in history. In the rematch, I brutalized him and left him hanging on for dear life. I did it slow. I made it hurt. I wanted these "fans" to feel it with him. Then they took Daniel Bryan back - a man who spent years hating them almost as much as I do, and they just accepted him anyway. Pathetic. Well, they rooted for him and their precious little "YES" chant ended up costing him the match. The tragic irony. Boo hoo. I knocked him back down to the mid card where he belongs, on this side of his prime.
Saxton: And now at Final Battle, you'll face Jey Uso -
Steen: That's right. Jey Uso. I've beaten everyone they thought might be a credible threat to me, now they're resorting to underdogs. The people are just eating this up. A wild card. Someone nobody would ever expect to win the big one. They think I'll look past him, they think I'll underestimate him. But I won't. See, I'm a man who learns from his mistakes. That's why nobody has ever beat me twice. A little while ago, I faced a guy a lot like Jey Uso - Spike Dudley. I had him beat, but then I started playing with my food, and it cost me. It won't happen again. I evolve. That's what makes me better.
I'm not going to give Jey Uso the chance to live up to the underdog moniker. I'm just gonna massacre him. From the opening bell till the ref has to pull me off of whatever's left. One fight at a time, I'll beat these "heroes" until the UWF Universe doesn't have a shred of hope left. I'll break their favourites until they're broken too, and then finally I might be able to rebuild them. This is all for their own good. I may hate them for what they are, but I haven't given up. I'm still trying to save this sport, and I'm going to. We're going to.
Kevin indicates towards the other members of Team Meltzer before continuing.
Last week, Jey ended the show by attacking me from behind. That tells me he's desperate. That tells me he's a coward. That tells me that he knows he can't face me head-on. Jey's already lost this fight inside his own head. I just have to make it a reality now. He's got no confidence, even if he pretends otherwise. How could he? The guys has had almost no matches as a singles competitor, let alone any success. He's been pushed into a dangerous situation and they're calling it a "feel good story". It's disgusting. I don't think him or EC3 or anyone in the crowd has any idea what a disaster this is going to be. Whatever. His blood is on their hands, not mine. Not mine.
Saxton: Alright, well, thank you for your time gentlemen.
Meltzer: Our pleasure, Byron.
Team Meltzer walks off and NXT continues elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: "The following is an eight-man tag match, and is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing Fir-"
Tony Chimel's cut off, as suddenly the titantron screen comes alive with the image of the Wyatt Family standing backstage.
Bray Wyatt: "We're here, Tony."
Bray blows out the lantern as the arena is now completely dark as, "Live In Fear" begins to play.
Bray makes his way out from the backstage with the rest of the Wyatt Family in tow.
Bray Wyatt blows out the candle for his lamp, even though it's a gas lamp. Regardless, Bray enters the ring, while the Wyatt Family take up positions on the three other sides of the ring that aren't including the entrance-facing side.
It's Jey Uso! He approaches the entrance ramp whilst crouched to perform his cultural dance, as the crowd cheers him. Slamming his thighs, dancing, and whatever, Jey Uso jumps up to signal for a fire that springs out from behind him.
Tom Phillips: "And here comes the contender for the International Championship!"
Corey Graves: "Blah', Blah', Blah'. Stupid Jimmy Jack John James Uso can go right home. What did he do to deserve the title shot, anyway?"
Tom Phillips: "Hard work."
Steve Blackman emerges from behind the curtain with his Barbie' stick in hand. There isn't a whole lot of showboating going on about him right now, but he's walking down to the ring lookin' pretty tough while he does so. Steve doesn't give a shit about steps, and slides through the bottom rope to get into the ring. He then waits around his team's corner from the left of the entrance ramp, in order for the next person to arrive-
Kurt Angle walks out onto the entrance ramp where he gets a big pop from his fanbase in support of him. He throws his two index fingers up to the stars as he walks down to the ring, also taking the detour of walking up his team's steel staircase on the left. He enters the ring briefly, spinning about with his hands out for the audience to shower him with praise, as they comply with doing so.
OWM BOWM BWOWMBOWM, BWOWM-BOWM BOWMBOWM
YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHH HAHAHA!
The mother freaking Young Bucks burst out on to the stage, sporting their UWF World Tag Team Championship belts! However, there's no Dave Meltzer with them. They begin to dance about the entrance ramp with their championship belts on wide display for everyone to see. They also cup both of their hands together, and begin chanting "FIVE STARS!". They give Jey a mean, dirty look before finding sanctuary with Angle and Blackman.
"We Ready", by Archie Eversole begins blaring through the speakers, as it signals for Hart & Evans to emerge from behind the curtains, and they do so with being showered in praise. They're about half-way down the entrance ramp until Evans on the left is ambushed by an unknown figure! He's wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and an unaged black mustache to compliment the aged man's greying hair. Teddy Hart notices this, and begins to join in on the brawl with the mysterious figure.
Tom Phillips: "A brawl has broken out ringside!"
Corey Graves: "I Think the better question is, who is this rugged, mysterious man?"
The mustasche turns out to be fake, as it falls off of the man's face, which reveals to be none other than a Dave Meltzer looking to take advantage of Hart & Evans before their match at Final Battle!
Corey Graves: "It's Dave Meltzer! The devil in disguise! I never would've guessed it!"
Tom Phillips: "Oh my God!"
The Young Bucks are in on the plot, as they dart over to the ring ramp and begin to rain down punches with Dave Meltzer onto Hart & Evans. Steve Blackman and Kurt Angle both look pissed off. All four members of the Wyatt Family dart a glance, as they begin to rush over to Hart & Evans to assist, but they're intercepted by both Blackman and Angle, with Blackman taking on Erik Rowan and Wyatt, and Angle taking on Harper and Strowman. Jey Uso's playing it smart, as he stays in the ring because he's got to be ready against Steen."
Tom Phillips: "This 8-man tag has turned into all out pandemonium ringside!"
Corey Graves: "Jey playing it smart!"
Jack Evans has had enough of Meltzer's shit, and effectively knocks him down to the ground with a punch to his once injured jaw. He then enters a mounted position onto Meltzer to rain down more anger-inspired fists, where Meltzer only able to put his arms up, since he's just a journalist. The Young Bucks aren't too happy out it, Nick grabs Evans from behind in a rear-waistlock, and it's only momentary, as Matt Jackson slips behind Teddy Hart to deliver a superkick to the restrained Evans! In syncrhonization, Nick then throws him over in the rear-waistlock with a german suplex, that replies with an audible smack against the padded floor!
Corey Graves: "Superkick-German Suplex combo by the Young Bucks, onto Jack Evans!"
Tom Phillips: "That's gotta' hurt!"
Meanwhile, Kurt is fighting both Strowman and Harper on another side of the ring. Strowman has Angle up in a bearhug, before Angle begins to land headbutts onto the cranium of Strowman. Eventually, this allows for Kurt's feet to touch the floor again, as he uses this momentum to flip the dazed Strowman aside with a quick saito suplex. Harper comes running at Angle, but he ducks under, and as Harper's about to turn around, Angle catches him with tucking his head under his armpit, and then an Angle Slam that sends Harper through the barricade and onto a couple fans! The crowd begin to chant, "Holy Shit!"
Tom Phillips: "ANGLE SLAM THROUGH THE BARRICADE! ANGLE SLAM THROUGH THE BARRICADE!"
Corey Graves: "What the Hell is even happening!?"
Both Harper and Angle look out of it, as Steve Blackman is managing to defend himself against the onslaught of Wyatt and Rowan. Eventually, he finds enough breathing room to connect with a Bicycle Kick to Rowan that sends him down to the floor! However, Wyatt continues the onslaught, by connecting with several more of those Kane-Uppercuts that has Blackman reeling against the barricade!
Tom Phillips: "The match hasn't even started yet!"
Corey Graves: "Hold up, watch Jey!"
Jey Uso is still in the ring, much to everyone's disbelief. But, that's about to change. Jey bounces off of the ropes opposite from the Team Meltzer and Hart-Evans scrap, and runs across to connect with an absolutely rabid-looking suicide dive that hits all five of them! Jey Uso then picks up Matt Jackson, and throws him into the ring by his tights and neck. The Official calls for the bell, as all men except Kurt (who's still trying to recover) huddle to their corners.
Corey Graves: "Finally!"
DING DING DING!
The dazed and confused Matt Jackson rises to his feet, where he's met by Jey with an Uso-like uppercutt that sends Matt scrambling into the nearest team-neutral corner.Jey continues to dish out these Uso-like uppercutts, until the official decides to intervene at a four count. Jey's showing his Samoan heritage proud, as he appears to be enraged!
Tom Phillips: "Jey is all different shades of angry!"
Corey Graves: "Who writes your lines, Tom?"
However, as Jey comes running back at Matt, The Jackson Brother goes low with a dropkick to the knee that sends Uso chest first to the canvas. He then grabs Uso by his hair, and drags him into his team's corner to tag in his brother, Nick. They both begin to wear down Uso with team-based mudhole stomping, tagging eachother in and out, and so on. Blackman has had enough of the Team Meltzer's dance studio business, and tags himself him in to an unwilling Nick Jackson. To prevent The Young Bucks from tagging themselves back in, Blackman pulls Jey in a front-facelock to the center of the ring, and connects with a picture-perfect Fisherman Suplex into a pin!
Corey Graves: "Beautiful bridging Fisherman Suplex!"
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But, Jey kicks out at two!
Jey uses his right arm to kick out, in which, Blackman uses this risen arm to flip him over towards his team's corner into an armbar. However, Jey's wits are about him, and he gets to a knelt-over position quickly. He's not quite sure if he's able to deadlift him, So Uso lifts him off of his lower-middle back, and sits down on top of him for a Sharpshooter!
Tom Phillips: "Sharpshooter!"
However, Jey's not able to get his full weight on him, as Steve rolls him onto his back to clear himself from the hold. With Uso holding onto both of his legs from a standing position, Steve plays a quick mind game as though it appears he's going to try to spin him with his legs through the middle rope, he instead flips him to the center of the ring, since it's an easy option. Suddenly then, a recovered Kurt Angle appears in The Bucks' corner, and the crowd's on their feet! Both of the teams make the hot tag' with Angle and Teddy Hart looking to brawl. Angle then starts Hulk up, as takes down Evans with a two clothesline, and followed by an absolutely explosive German Suplex that sends Evans clear across the ring! Angle soaks in the audience's reaction!
Corey Graves: "WHAT A GERMAN SUPLEX!"
Angle then comes sprinting into the corner for a clothesline against Teddy Hart. But, he finds no avail, as Teddy rolls out of the way, Kurt collides into the corner chest-first, and as he ricochets out of the corner, Teddy catches Angle with a bridging German Suplex! The referee gets into position to count the pin, but it doesn't matter, since Teddy Hart flips back over Kurt, still in the rear-waistlock position. Teddy Hart unties Kurt from the rear-waistlock tobriefly to jump up into the air to catch Kurt's neck for an inverted Frankensteiner! Evans falls on top of him for the cover!
Tom Phillips: "A bridging German Suplex transformed into an inverted Frankensteiner, by Jack Evans!"
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But, Nick Jackson breaks up the cover!
Both Jackson brothers begin a beat down onto Jack Evans in the middle of the ring, the Official is helpless as everyone else help's themselves into the ring. Continuing onward, Teddy Hart isn't too happy about the Youn Bucks' one-sided beatdown onto Jack Evans, and pulls the leg out from under Matt Jackson, and begins to brawl with him ringside! Meanwhile, instead of The Wyatt Family joining in on the action, Bray Wyatt rounds up his boys, and it appears they're all headed for the entrance.
Tom Phillips: "The Official has lost control of this match, and- HEY! Where's Bray Wyatt going?"
Corey Graves: "I guess they're leaving."
Tom Phillips: "But, why? I thought Bray said he was going to lead my example!"
Corey Graves: "Maybe he's got something better planned for later, Tom. We'll just have to wait and see."
The Wyatt Family have left the arena. Teddy Hart appears to be gaining the advantage against Matt Jackson in their brawl. Teddy sets up Matt for an Irish Whip into the barricade, but Matt reverses it. However, instead of Teddy going body first, he jumps up on top of the barricade to stop his momentum. Teddy jumps backwards to Matt in the form of a flying crossbody, but as he does so, Teddy gets caught mid-flight with a Superkick to the chin that knocks him clean out!
Tom Phillips: "What a Superkick to Teddy Hart!"
Teddy isn't moving an inch. Meanwhile, Jack Evans had cleared Nick Jackson from the ring with a dropkick that sent him through the space between the middle-and-top rope to meet his fellow Jackson hombre. Matt Jackson tries to bring Nick to his feet, before they're caught by Evans with a corkscrew Plancha to the outside! The Bucks are out of it! Jack Evans hurries back into the ring to see if he can deal some more damage to the Olympic Gold Medalist, but he can't, as Kurt just manages to make the tag to Steve Blackman on the apron.
Tom Phillips: "Tag to The Dead Prez'."
Evans and Blackman both begin to brawl with furious rights to one another. Blackman quickly gains the advantage, where he knocks him against the ropes, and irish whips him off of them for a hip toss. However, Jack Evans does his signature corkscrew flip out of the hip toss, and lands on his feet. Blackman attempts to retaliate with a clothesline, but Jack slips his legs around Dead Prez's waist, wheelbarrow style, for a victory roll!
Corey Graves: "Jack Evans with the Victory Roll!"
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But, Blackman just manages to kick out of the victory roll!
Now, both men arrive at their feet, at the same time. But, it's ultimately Blackman who's the better gunslinger on this date, as he knocks Jack Evans' head clean off with a Bicycle Kick! Blackman makes for the cover, as Kurt Angle sprawls on top of Jey Uso to keep him from entering the ring.
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Tony Chimel: "And your winners of this contest by pinfall..."
The Young Bucks, Steve Blackman, and Kurt Angle!!!
Steve Blackman and Kurt Angle both begin to celebrate on separate sides of the ring posts, whilst the Young Bucks and Meltzer dance their way up the ramp in the name of victory. Finally, we see Jey Uso debriefing with Hart & Evans against defeat on the canvas, as NXT rolls on...
Chimel: The following match is set for one-fall and is part of the G1 Climax Tournament! Introducing first, from Pensacola, Florida... weighing in at 265 pounds... Roman Reigns!
A thud is heard throughout the arena which excites the Roman Empire. Reigns once again makes his way on out from the entrance way. Reigns looks to the crowd on each side and heads to the ring. Reigns walks around the ring a few times before he climbs up on the apron followed by going up to the second turnbuckle and posing for the Roman Empire.
Phillips: The Samoan superstar looking intense tonight, and for good reason. Should Dolph Ziggler lose his match tonight, the winner of this bout will face off with him in a tie-breaker to determine who will go to the finals of the G1 Climax.
Graves: That's a lot of what-if's Tom, and there's more than just that on the line here. You've got two former world champions, the last two men Kevin Steen defended his championship against, both of whom feel absolutely certain that the outcome would be different if they squared off against Mr. Wrestling again. There's no love lost between them, and a win demonstrates that they are right there at the top of the pack on NXT.
Reigns climbs down from the turnbuckle and stands in the center of the ring, waiting for his opponent.
Chimel: And his opponent, from Aberdeen, Washington... weighing in at 210 pounds... Daniel Bryan!
10....9....8....7....6....5....4....3....2....1....
The fans explode as "The Final Countdown" by Europe begins playing over the loudspeakers. After the countdown, Daniel Bryan wearing street clothes emerges, pointing upwards and leading the crowd in screaming "YES!" He walks to the edge of the ramp and soaks in the ovation. He then storms down the ramp and towards the ring. As he approaches, he glares at Roman inside the ring.
Graves: Bryan looks ready to fight tonight. The American Dragon firmly believes he's the rightful top wrestler on NXT. Some would call his loss to Ziggler in the opening round of the tournament a shocker, and now the chip on his shoulder is even bigger than usual. He's going to look to make an example out of Roman.
Phillips: Well, he'll have his work cut out for him. Reigns has proven to be one of the toughest men on the roster, and he has the ability to end a match in a split second if he connects with that Spear.
Graves: It'll be speed and technical prowess against brute force, then.
The two superstars stare each other down as Chimel exits the ring. The Official calls for the bell.
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DING DING DING
There's no feeling out process. There's no locking up at the collar. No extended hands to engage competing grips. No respect shown. Both Reigns and Bryan immediately charge each other and start throwing fists, to the surprise of the split crowd. Dueling "Roman" and "Bryan" chants reverberate around the packed arena. Bryan's strikes are fast and flurried. Roman's ham-hock fists land with uncomfortable thuds, audible several rows back.
Bryan, always game for some innovation, starts whipping his head into Reigns' torso. His headbutts slam hard, surprising and winding the Samoan badass. But the former International Championship isn't about to be shown up. As Bryan's head recoils, Roman reaches up and grabs him by the back of a neck before firing back with a headbutt of his own. The skulls crash together like a collision on the I-90. Both men stagger back, momentarily dazed. Then they start slugging away again.
Graves: Wow. What a start to this match. This is crazy.
Phillips: Neither man wants to be the first to back down. There's so much pride at stake here.
Roman's powerful strikes slowly back Bryan into a corner, although the Dragon continues to counter with some solid combos of his own. Once Reigns has Bryan's back against a turnbuckle, he holds on to the second ropes on either side and uses them to help propel himself forward, launching his shoulder into Daniel's midsection over and over again. Each connection is harder than the last, and they quickly take their toll.
The Samoan steps aside and Bryan't can't help but stumble forward towards the center of the squared circle. Roman takes advantage of the opening, running towards the ropes and bouncing off before coming back to nail a flying clothesline. The Washingtonian is knocked clean off his feet, and Reigns doesn't waste any time in making a cover. The Official counts it...
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Not likely! It was a hard hit, but not enough to end things so early on. Roman doesn't seem surprised, but there's definitely a sense of satisfaction about him, having taken the driver's seat already. The "Guy" stands and pulls Bryan up with him, but the latter has had enough. He spins around and nails a discuss elbow smash right into his opponent's jaw, knocking his senseless.
Daniel dips around Roman, hooks around his waist with one hand and grabs a leg with the other. He then snaps himself back, elevating Reigns and slamming him back over on his head. Daniel bridges for the pin.
Graves: Regal-Plex!
Phillips: What a maneuver!
The Referee goes to count it...
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Reigns rolls out, breaking up the count. Bryan doesn't give him any time to recuperate, though. He springs up and hammers away at his foe with forearm shivers. These keep Reigns off balance as he stumbles towards the ropes. Daniel then grabs holds of him and whips him across the ring. Roman bounces off the adjacent ropes and come running back. Bryan leaps high and connects with a picture-perfect drop kick. Somehow Roman stays standing, but he's stopped dead in his tracks, and he's totally dazed.
Bryan gets back up and begins to mercilessly chop away at Reigns' chest. His armor protects him, at least a bit, so Bryan decides to switch it up and shoot some stiff-looking leg kicks instead. Roman attempts to swat him away, but Bryan expertly ducks the shot and spins around him to lock up a full nelson. Roman tries to break free while at the same time, the Bryan is trying to lift up for a Dragon Suplex. A power struggle ensues, once again riling up chants for both side. Bryan pulls and pulls, but Roman stays grounded, and then starts to fire backwards with some hefty elbow shots. They hit Daniel's chin flush, which causes him to loosen his grip. Reigns flexes his arms down and breaks free.
Phillips: Reigns is back in it now, Corey.
Graves: He was in a dangerous position, but it's hard to deny that getting hit in the head by Roman Reigns isn't like taking a shot from your average UWF superstar. This man is a powerhouse.
Bryan staggers away from Roman, gripping his jaw to make sure it isn't broken. Roman offers no quarter, and he angrily push-kicks Bryan right in the chest, "This is Sparta"-style. Bryan rolls backwards over himself, and the Samoan stalks him across the ring like a predatory animal. Bryan tries to find his footing, but Reigns slams with him a huge forearm club that takes him down to one knee. The former International Champion then hooks his opponent around the neck and hoists him into the air with relative ease. He holds straight up, head down for a long time...
Phillips: Now that's a deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelayed Vertical Suplex.
Roman finally drops him down and slams him violently into the unforgiving canvas.
Graves: And there he goes.
Roman stays on top for the pin attempt. The Official makes the count...
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Bryan powers out! Roman turns to the Ref, positive it was a three count. He's holding three fingers up, arguing with him, when Bryan rolls him up from behind! The Official counts it.
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No! Roman gets out before it's too late. Both wrestles back off to opposite sides of the ring, taking a moment to collect themselves and regain their bearings.
Bryan holds on to the ropes in the corner and stares over at Roman, who shakes consciousness back into his head before looking up to see Bryan looking at him. They maintain eye-contact through a tense glare for a while as the crowd starts to buzz with excitement. It's like a furious bull and a matador, or two cars about to play chicken. The gauntlet if thrown down.
Phillips: I don't like where this is going...
Bryan dashes forward. Roman breaks into a full sprint. As Daniel leaps up, knee extended, looking for a Dragon Bite, Roman propels himself forward for a Spear. Bryan's knee hits Roman's skull while Roman tackles his opponent hard. The collision drops both men in the center of the ring, lying next to each other. A booming "HOLY SHIT" chant thunders around the building.
Graves: A Dragon Bite and a Spear crash together... and neither man comes out on top...
Phillips: It's pure carnage in there.
The Official checks both men and shakes his head, horrified. He begins a ten-count...
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Neither man has moved...
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Phillips: This could be the first Draw of the G1 Climax. Whether Dolph Ziggler wins or loses, that won't help either man out.
Graves: Believe me, neither of these guys wants a tie. They're out to prove that they are the best. That's what that crash was about - one-upping the other guy. Proving who is tougher.
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Phillips: This might be it...
Graves: No! Not like this. I already need to see a rematch.
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Reigns stirs and rolls over, draping his arm across Bryan's chest. The Official is shocked, but drops down to make the count...
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Phillips: Roman has some life left in him!
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Graves: He might take this one after all! What a win this will be! This is huge!
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NO! Bryan gets a shoulder up just in time to break the count! A collective gasp from the capacity crowd! They can't believe it, and neither can Roman. He slowly sits up, sporting a bloodied nose from the Dragon's Bite.
Despite escaping the pin attempt, Bryan is still more or less out cold, and Roman knows it. He gets to his feet and walks towards the corner, trying to compose himself. A "YES" chant is countered by half the fans screaming Roman's name. This energizes the Samoan, and he turns around and slams his fist into the canvas, setting up the Superman Punch. He waits for Daniel as he begins to move and get up.
Graves: Bryan managed to survive, but only just. This will end it for sure.
Phillips: That Superman Punch might be all it takes.
Reigns is ready to launch, when suddenly...
The lights in the arena cut out for a moment, and when they come back on, Bray Wyatt is standing just outside the ring. Roman can't believe his eyes. He pulls out of Superman Punch and walks over towards the entrance ramp side, where Wyatt is standing, laughing. Roman shouts down at him, challenging him to step up. What he fails to realize, though, is that he's giving Bryan time to recover.
Wyatt is still cackling and Roman shakes his head, unimpressed. He turns back to his match just in time to see Bryan running at him. Byran jumps up and hits hard with a Dragon Bite. Roman goes down and Daniel makes the cover.
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DING DING DING
Chimel: Your winner... Daniel Bryan!
The Official raises Bryan's hand in victory as his music plays. He's still a little groggy from the Spear earlier, but he's certainly happy to pick up the win as his fans begin a massive "YES" chant.
Wyatt, meanwhile, keeps on laughing as he backs away up the ramp. His eyes stays fixated on Roman's unconscious body.
Graves: What the hell was that all about? Bray Wyatt just cost Reigns the match!
Phillips: Well, he distracted him, that's for sure. But why?
Graves: I don't know. But it can't be good for Roman.
Phillips: Still, Daniel Bryan came out on top and this is a significant win. He moves to 2-0 in the G1, which is enough to potentially get him another match with Ziggler.
Graves: And if not, he's shown that he's still a top player on NXT. It will be interesting to see what Bryan does next, but what matters is that tonight, we was victorious.
Bryan celebrates. Reigns begins to come to. Wyatt watches, a menacing grin on his face. NXT continues elsewhere.
The scene opens up with a podium in the middle of the ring, and the newest UWF superstar behind it. The podium says "Fact of Life" on it. The crowd already begins to boo the new blue chipper of NXT.
Eli Drake
Ladies and dummies, my name is Eli Drake! And you are about to witness the greatest talk show in the history of professional wrestling. This is... The Fact of Life! You see, here on the Fact of Life, I don't need guests. I am the only guest you will ever need!
The smug attitude of Eli is rubbing people wrong and he receives some boos.
Eli Drake
And boy are you guys in for a treat. A treat! I'm about to drop some facts on all you dummies here tonight. Because some of you people are not educated with who I am, I've been ever the gentlemen and I composed a little list. A little list to introduce myself. A little list so you can get to know me a little better. So without further ado! This is who Eli Drake is. I am the hottest thing going in the world of professional wrestling today. I am the most gifted athlete out of any sport today. I am the most charismatic person walking this Earth, and I am the sexiest man alive. Yeah, that's right. That's just a few facts for you all right now. You're welcome. You're welcome. But you see, I didn't come here to talk about how great I am. No. Although I am pretty damn great right. Right? Yeah, Eli Drake is the best haha, but no, I didn't come here to the UWF to talk about how great I am. I came to talk about how STUPID the UWF roster is.
Now the boos grow louder for this man.
Eli Drake
I'm gonna run down the list of dummies that we have here in the UWF. From the people in the back to the people on the mat. First off, we have The Great Khali. I don't know what makes him so "great". No, Eli Drake is great. Khali is just an over sized dummy, which is fitting because he's not only over sized, but he's over rated. So you heard it here first folks, on the first ever edition of the Face of Life in the UWF, Great Khali... Dummy! Yeah.
Drake hits a button on the podium which plays a recording of Eli saying "Dummy, Yeah!" With an accompanying graphic to go with it.
Eli Drake
Moooving on! How about MVP. Huh? Yeah let's talk about MVP. Doesn't MVP stand for Most Valuable Player. HA! You wish. You couldn't even become the MVP of your home school little league team. More like Most Vomit-Inducing Person. Am I right!? I can't even look at you in that stupid little Power Rangers one piece. Go Go Power Dummy!
Eli again hits the button. "Dummy, Yeah!" plays out.
Eli Drake
Yeah, dummy. Oh yeah, I'm not done. I've got another dummy for you. Probably the biggest dummy of them all. How about... Daniel Bryan! Huh? Good lord what a dummy. Does he only know one word? Come on, how hard is it to scream "Yes! Yes! Yes!" over and over again. Yes! Yes! Yes!
The crowd starts to chant "Yes!"
Eli Drake
See! Look! I just proved that these dummies will chant for anything! Daniel thinks he's special when he's really just a dummy. Anyone could have started chanting Yes and became beloved by these people. Because these people are DUMMIES! They'll fall for anything. But I have to commend you, Bryan. You took some poor, indy, hippie, wanna be wrestler and made him look like a Big Time Mega Star just by shallow pandering and illusions. Take a good look, Bryan, THIS is what a star looks like. Eli Drake is a star. Daniel Bryan is just... a Dummy, yeah!
Eli Drake hits the "Dummy, Yeah!" button and now the boos have completely taken over.
Eli Drake
So there you have it! This has been the debut edition of Fact of Life with your host, Eli Drake! In recap. UWF is full of dummies, and I'm here to put each one of them down. Good night Everyone!
Eli poses with his arms outstretched. Taking in all his "Love and Affection"
Chimel: The following contest is schedule for one-fall and is a match in the G1 Climax Tournament! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California... weighing in at 213 pounds... The UWF Intercontinental Champion, Dolph Ziggler!
FAAAAAAAAME!
As that classic tune and the haunting voice of the late David Bowie begin to play over the arena soundsystem, the fans get on their feet and roar their approval for the imminent arrival of the UWF's Intercontinental Champion. Ziggler doesn't keep them waiting, emerging from the back wearing a massive smile and full of vim and vigor. He does his taunt thing and heads on down to the squared circle, high-fiving the adoring fans as he goes.
Phillips: With a win tonight, Ziggler would take the win in this pool and advance to the finals at Final Battle. A loss would put him in a tie-breaker match to earn that same opportunity. Thus far, Ziggler has looked phenomenal, picking up wins over to former world champions to make it here.
Graves: Rey Mysterio poses some unique problems that neither Daniel Bryan or Roman Reigns do. Trust me when I say that Rey knows how to win, even if it means taking a shortcut. That's how he was able to hold on to his International Championship for so long.
Phillips: Lately, however, Rey seems to be content to fight fair. Unfortunately, he has also been off his game in recent weeks as he is once again sporting a knee injury.
Graves: It's been a major factor in his matches in the G1. I expect Dolph to capitalize on that.
The Showoff enters the ring and waits for his opponent.
Chimel: And his opponent, from San Diego, California... weighing in at 175 pounds... Rey Mysterio!
Rey emerges from backstage to a strong reception from the NXT audience. He shows spirit, raising his arms and drawing cheers from his fans, but it's clear that he's favouring his leg, and he can't help but hide a limp as he walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring.
Graves: Mysterio signed a release to be able to compete tonight. He might be better off just taking some time off, though. With two losses, he's already out of the running to win the G1.
Phillips: That's not what Rey is about though, Corey. He's determined to fight through to show the fans what hard work and perseverance are worth.
Graves: Spare me. I have no sympathy for Rey Mysterio and neither should anybody else.
Phillips: Well, if there's one man you can never count out of a fight, it's Rey Mysterio. He's a career underdog who has overcome immeasurable odds time and time again.
Rey and Dolph prepare for the match as Chimel exits the ring. The Official calls for the bell.
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DING DING DING
The fans can't decide which man to cheer for, so they opt just to back the match itself. Ziggler closes the distance, locking up an opponent that stands a head shorter than him. In the center of the ring, the men are tied up collar-and-elbow, looking to gain a dominant position. The Intercontinental Champion quickly overcomes Rey, pushing him back towards the ropes. Rey grabs hold of them, and the Ref breaks up the hold. Ziggler takes a few steps back, challenging Rey to come after him.
Mysterio paces around, trying to shake to pain out of his leg before tentatively approaching Dolph. He ducks and feints as he comes in, trying to sneak his way past Ziggler's defenses to score a good position. He ends sliding under The Showoff as he reaches for Rey, and the Lucha Superhero goes behind to wrap his arms around Dolph's stomach. He tries to pull Ziggler down to the canvas, but Ziggler breaks free and reverses, whipping Rey across the ring. Mysterio rebounds off the ropes with a flying crossbody, but The Intercontinental Champion meets him in mid-air with a stunning dropkick. Mysterio crashes down to the canvas.
Phillips: Nice counter by Dolph there.
Graves: Mysterio is back up already, though.
Indeed, Mysterio was fast to fist feet despite the impressive blow. He goes on the attack, teeing of with a rapid combination of strikes before returning the favour and whipping Ziggler into the ropes. Dolph rushes back, trying to connect with a lariat. Rey ducks underneath and The Showoff hits the ropes on the other side of the ring. The Luchador tries to catch him coming back with a low drop kick, but the blonde superstar gracefully dives over top of him, sommersaulting in his landing before spring back to his feet.
Rey charges at him, only for Dolph to catch him. Mysterio uses his momentum to tilt-a whirl take-down his opponent, using some headscissors to send him into the ropes in perfect 619 position. The crowd starts to energize as Rey sees an opportunity to nail his signature move. Dolph is stunned and lounging on the second rope, and Rey goes for it, ignoring the pain in his leg as he runs at top speed towards the ropes. He catches them and swings his legs around, but Ziggler drops down and avoids any contact.
The force sends Rey stumbling forward, but he keeps moving and dashes towards the far ropes. Ziggler gets up and chases after. NXT's resident superhero spring up on to the second rope and jumps backwards towards Dolph as he pursues him. It looks like Rey might be going for a springboard tornado DDT, but Dolph catches him and counters into a belly-to-belly suplex. He flips Rey clear over heard, but the former International Champion actually manages to fully rotate, flipping in the air and landing on his feet behind his opponent. Ziggler turns and sees Rey survived the attack, so he follows up with a sudden superkick. Mysterio dodges the foot just in time.
Mysterio attempts a kick to The Showoff's midsection, standing on his good leg while riskily weaponizing his damaged one. Ziggler is ready though, and he catches his foot. It looks like Rey was setting up an Enziguri counter, but Dolph is faster, and flips Mysterio down into the mat with a vicious Dragon Whip. Rey screams as his hurt knee is torqued around. Dolph holds on to the leg and makes a cover, while the Official counts...
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Mysterio rolls his shoulder. Ziggler doesn't seem surprised. He picks Rey up, but the Luchadore surprises him by instantly getting back in the fight. He powers forward and starts chipping away at Dolph with some knife-edge Flair-style action, that of course elicits some "WHOOOO's" from the fans. Ziggler takes several unanswered shots that brighten his chest a deep shade of red. He replies with a stiff snapping kick to the thigh of Rey's bad leg. His knee buckles and he collapses, rolling away as Dolph watches.
Ziggler does't seem eager to capitalize on such a move. He looks at Rey, who is down, clutching his knee, and says something to him about just giving up. Dolph isn't interested in doing any more damage, he just wants to end it. The IC champ stands in the corner, watching Rey, and begins to stomp his foot down on the canvas...
Phillips: Shades of HBK! Ziggler's setting up for that Superkick.
Graves: Showoff, pssh. More like ripoff.
Phillips: He's paying homage to another legendary Intercontinental Champion.
Graves: Whatever. If Dolph's such a great Intercontinental Champion then why is he chasing other belts instead of defending his?
Ziggler's ready to launch as Mysterio finally gets to his feet. He shuffles across the ring and is about to takes Rey's head off when again, Rey collapses. Dolph stops short and walks over to stand above Rey.
"It's over -"
Dolph can't finish his sentence before Rey lunges at him and goes for a surprise roll-up. The Official makes the count...
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No! Rey had all the leverage he could muster and caught Dolph unaware and off balance, but Ziggler kicks out at the very last possible second. The crowd is in shock.
Graves: There you go! Rey showing his true colours!
Phillips: I don't know if he's trying to cheat a win away here. That just might be all he's capable of at this point.
Ziggler rolls away from Rey and looks up at him, a mix of shock and anger on his face. Rey stares back, an exhausted desperation clear behind the mask and colourful contact lenses. Mysterio tries to stand up and attack again, but Dolph rushes him, spins behind, jumps up and nails a Zig Zag. Rey goes down hard and the Showoff climbs on top to make the cover. The Official counts it.
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DING DING DING
Chimel: Your winner, and now advancing to the Final Round of the G1 Climax Tournament... The Intercontinental Champion, Dolph Ziggler!
Dolph rolls off Mysterio and the Ref raises his hand in victory. Ziggler is ecstatic to pick up the win without much trouble. He looks over to see the Official checking on Mysterio, and shakes his head before continuing with his celebration up the ramp.
Phillips: Well, there you have it folks. Ziggler will compete in the finals of the G1 to determine who will compete for the UWF International Championship at Summerslam. There is a possibility that he could become a dual-champion.
Graves: Yeah, but that's a long way away and I can tell you this, whoever ends up facing him at Final Battle is going to give him a tougher fight than he got tonight.
Phillips: And we hope that Rey Mysterio can get that leg fixed up so he can be back to his old self soon.
Mysterio is helped up by medical personal while Dolph stands at the top of the ramp and poses, holding his title belt high and screaming this and that about being the next big thing. NXT continues elsewhere.
The scene opens to Corey Graves. He's got a smile on his face as he prepares to introduce his latest interviewee. He takes a breath an speaks.
//Corey Graves//
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest, the man who ate Final Battle will challenge Steve Blackman for the Hardcore Championship, Trevor Lee!"
Trevor arrogantly strides in. He noticeably got a little more pep in his step than normal, and his smile is as wide as it's ever been. Last week he pinned Steve Blackman's shoulders to the mat for a three count, and in turn was granted a shot at the UWF Hardcore Championship. What better reason to be as happy as he is?
//Trevor Lee//
"That's right Corey, not only are you looking at the challenger for the Hardcore Championship, you're looking at the NEXT Hardcore Champion!"
//Corey Graves//
"That could very well be true as last week on NXT, you pinned the current champ Steve Blackman. However, some say you only came out on top last week because you used the exposed turnbuckle. I've even heard Phillips say you shouldn't even have the match at Final Battle due to the way you won, your thoughts on those statements?
Trevor rolls his eyes and looks back at Corey with an annoyed look on his face.
//Trevor Lee//
"My thoughts on what Tom Phillips said? FUCK TOM PHILLIPS! It was a match with the Hardcore Champion, and I thought it was a Hardcore match, so let me take this time to apologize to Mr. Blackman. I'm sorry, I honestly thought it was a Hardcore match, I didn't cheat on purpose, I AM A GENTLEMAN!"
//Corey Graves//
"It takes a strong man to admit when he was wrong. What's your game plan to counter Blackman's onslaught of Martial Arts attacks going into you're match at Final Battle?"
Trevor chuckles a bit before answering.
//Trevor Lee//
"Well, the match at Final Battle will be a Hardcore match if I'm not mistaking, so my game plan is to hit with any and everything I can find! Steel chairs, trash cans, Kendo sticks, hell I may even bring a tree branch from the woods behind my house in North Carolina and hit him with that until he can't stand!"
Corey goes to ask another question, but is cut off by Trevor Lee.
//Trevor Lee//
"I'M NOT DONE YET! STEVE, I'm already in your head, I've already pinned you so I know I've got what it takes to do it again! But you, you haven't pinned me, you don't know you have what it takes to keep these shoulders to the mat."
Trevor flashes an arrogant smile at the screen before finishing up the interview.
//Trevor Lee//
"I'll see you at Final Battle Steve."
The scene fades with Trevor exiting the room.
YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.
The crowd rise to their feet as a superstar comes out to the public eye. Cheers fill the arena when Spike Dudley comes onto the stage. Spike looks out into the crowd, pointing out to the them, whilst putting the 3D sign in the air. He smacks his stomach and begins his walk down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a G1 Climax Tournament Match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Dudleyville, weighing in at 145 pounds, Spike Dudley!
The fans lean over the rails, asking for high fives with Spike listening, granting the fans some slaps before he begins to run and slides into the ring. The fans are still cheering for the smallest of the Dudleyz as he climbs the turnbuckle. He once again slams his chest with his clenched fists.
'Portishead - Machine Gun' begins to play throughout the arena, signifying the arrival of The Straight-Edge Superstar and former UWF World Heavyweight Champion, CM Punk. Within ten seconds of his theme music beginning, Punk casually walks out from the back with an arrogant smirk on his face. He looks out at the crowd who deliver a mixed reaction. Punk slowly begins to take a knee at the top of the ramp, running his hand along the stage before raising a clenched fist and gazing at his wrist as if checking a watch. Punk raises his hands to his mouth and screams "It's Clobberin' Time!" as the fans deliver a mixed-reaction once again.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at 220 pounds, CM Punk!
Punk heads down the ramp with an extra pep in his step, looking very confident after his big win last week. He gets inside the ring and waits for his brother in arms, now his opponent this week.
VS 
DING DING DING
And it's come down to this for Bracket B. Both Punk and Spike stare at each other, neither wanting to really make the first move, knowing that one slip up will be all it takes to end their hopes of fighting for the International Championship at Summerslam. Spike takes a deep breath before moving forward and tying up with Punk. He tries to push Punk towards the ropes but Punk uses his size advantage to turn Spike around and push him into the ropes instead. The ref gets between the two to break them up and Punk slowly raises his hands up. Spike is surprised at the clean break but then Punk kicks him in the gut and brings him back to the center of the ring and gives him a quick suplex with a float over into a pin.
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A quick kickout by Spike. Punk grabs the arm that Spike got the shoulder up on and brings him back up. He irish whips him into the corner before following up with a running knee but Spike rolls forward. Punk safely hops onto the second hop and jumps back for a cross body but Spike takes a step back and lunges backwards, Punk landing right onto his knee in a gutbuster. Spike picks him right back up and grabs his head in the Dudley Dog position. He points to the turnbuckle and runs towards it but Punk pushes him off instead. Spike stops himself from colliding with the corner and turns around to run back at Punk but the Best in the World catches him with a drop toe hold and he immediately throws on a headlock on the mat to ground Spike.
Corey Graves: You see this is smart. Punk knows that Spike is dangerous when the crowd gets involved so it's best to just wear him out, not give him any sort of momentum whatsoever.
Punk is using all his weight to keep Spike grounded but the crowd starts to try to get Spike involved. Instead of the usual getting to his feet and fighting off the hold. Spike simply puts his hands and Punk's shoulder and arm and just pushes off, his head slipping through his grasp. Spike quickly hits a dropkick to side of Punk's head as he's trying to get up. The kick rocks Punk a bit and he rolls to the outside of the ring.
Spike starts a slow clap, the crowd following his lead. He then starts to jump up and down with the rhythm of the claps before running towards the ropes and diving to the outside, taking out Punk in the process. The runt of the Dudley family slaps the hand of a fan at ringside before picking Punk up and tossing him back into the ring. Instead of sliding in after him, Spike climbs onto the apron and goes straight to the top rope. Punk is slowly getting to his feet and when he turns around, Spike jumps off with a diving clothesline. He then follows up with a cover.
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2 . . .
And a kickout from Punk! Spike doesn't get frustrated and climbs up the turnbuckles, maybe looking for a moonsault. Punk however is starting to get get back up and pushes Spike forward, causing him to sit backwards on the top rope. Punk grabs his head and forces it down, kicking him in the back hard. Spike is now in the tree of woe position and begins to unleash massive kicks to the abdomen of Spike. He then picks him back up and hits a neckbreaker! All of Spike's weight comes crashing down on his neck and Punk turns him over for the cover.
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2 . . .
Spike stays in it! Punk has had enough though and brings Spike to his feet before placing him onto his shoulders. He throws him up for the GTS but Spike turns in midair and catches Punk with a hurrincanrana. Punk gets sent across the ring but the momentum allows him to quickly get back to his feet. Punk runs at Spike and the littlest Dudley goes for a dropkick but Punk shoves his feet out of the way and Spike lands on his stomach. Punk then grabs him and hooks his arms, lifting him up with the double underhook backbreaker!
Tom Phillips: Just when it seems like Spike starts building some momentum, Punk is there to cut him off.
Corey Graves: I told you Tom, it's brilliant strategy and one that I'm positive is going to pay off in the end. Get ready to see Dolph Ziggler vs CM Punk in the finals.
CM Punk flips Spike over so that he's facing up. He then walks over to the turnbuckles and starts to climb up. The crowd is booing, knowing exactly what's coming next. Punk finally reaches the top and points to the heavens. He leaps off and connects with the elbow drop right to the heart! He then hooks the leg for the cover.
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But Spike kicks out at 2! Punk doesn't allow himself to get frustrated. Instead he stands right up and motions that it's nap time. He waits for Spike to get back up, the Runt of the Dudley family using the ropes to get up. He finally turns around and Punk lifts him onto his shoulders but Spike immediately tries to fight it off with elbow shots to the side of the head. He's able to drop down, catching Punk with a front facelock. He then takes a few steps towards the corner, kicking off the ropes and hitting a tornado DDT! Punk lays prone on the mat and Spike follows up with a dobule foot stomp to the chest of the Bulletproof member! The ref drops down and makes the cover.
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2 . . .
Yet another kickout from CM Punk!
Tom Phillips: Your pick for this match looks like he's in a bit of trouble.
Corey Graves: Well it wouldn't exactly be the first time Spike has proved me wrong.
Spike slams his hand on the mat, getting the crowd to clap and help pump him up. Punk is starting to get back to his feet so Spike walks over and grabs his head, getting him into Dudley Dog position. He runs towards the corner but once again pushes him forward, seating him on the top rope. Punk tries to climb up top but Spike throws some back elbows that stun him before shoving him backwards, down onto his backside. Spike then turns around and stands on the second rope. Punk is back up and Spike leaps off with a crossbody but Punk ducks and catches him in mid air in a fireman's carry position. Punk then throws him up and slams his knee right into Spike's head, connecting with the GTS! Spike's lifeless body falls to the mat and Punk goes for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, CM Punk!
Corey Graves: I told you Tom! I told you Punk was going to win this thing!
Tom Phillips: You certainly did but let's not forget about the incredible journey Spike Dudley has been on in the past month.
Corey Graves: Too bad there's no reward for second place in the G1 Climax tournament.
Tom Phillips: You're right Graves but now we turn to Final Battle where Dolph Ziggler will go one on one with CM Punk in the finals of the G1 Climax Tournament.
Punk walks over to the turnbuckles and lifts his hands up high. The crowd gives him nothing but boos in return but he doesn't care as he's one step closer to fighting for the International Championship at Summerslam. Punk celebrating is the last thing we see as the show fades out.
End of Show
Confirmed for Final Battle
Dolph Ziggler vs CM Punk
Credits
Promos - Respective TTers
Ziggler vs Mysterio, Bryan vs Roman - Fauche
8 man Tag Team Match - Soup
Triple Threat - Crann
Balor vs Rhino, Spike vs Punk - Danny