Post by Danny on Aug 25, 2018 0:14:14 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: This is the last NXT before Final Battle so you know what that means Tom. This is the last time we'll ever be seeing Jey Uso!
Tom Phillips: Even if that were true, there's always Jimmy!
Corey Graves: Don't say that Tom!
Tom Phillips: We've also got a huge contract signing between the two winners from each bracket in the G1 Climax, CM Punk and Dolph Ziggler
Corey Graves: Let's hope someone goes through a table.
Tom Phillips: And in our main event we have Finn Balor taking on one of the men he will face at Final Battle for the number one contendership to the Intercontinental Championship, Kurt Angle.
Corey Graves: That should be a great match but for once I'm excited to see Jey Uso because Kevin Steen has personally called him out tonight but who knows if he'll even be in any condition to wrestle.
Tom Phillips: That's true because he goes up against the Beast Incarnate, Brock Lesner and he fights him right now. Take it away Tony!
Jey Uso comes out from the back full of energy with the crowd cheering him on.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 228 pounds, Jey Uso!
Jey slaps hands with fans as he makes his way down the ring. He goes up the steps and pumps his arms up to keep the crowd engaged. He hops into the ring and gets ready for his opponent this week.
Brock Lesner's music hits and he comes walking out with no emotion on his face. He's ready to finally get his UWF career on track and he's going to do it by decimating Jey Uso tonight, making usre he won't even make it to Final Battle.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 286 pounds, Brock Lesner!
Lesner jumps onto the apron, pyro going off inside the ring. He enters the ring and walks up to Jey but the ref backs him away and gets ready to start the match.
VS 
DING DING DING
Lesner charges right out the gate with a clothesline but Jey ducks under it. Lesner is quick enough to turn around though and grab Jey in a waist lock. Jey's trapped and tries to fight off Lesner's bear like grasp with some elbows to the side of the head but Lesner just throws Jey back with a german suplex. Jey however is able to land on his feet and when Brock gets up, he eats a super kick right to the face!
Tom Phillips: Look at this! Jey Uso has rocked the Beast Incarnate!
Corey Graves: But he's still standing!
Brock looks a little stunned and Jey uses it to his advantage and follows up with another superkick to the jaw. This one has Lesner on wobbly legs but he still hasn't gone down. Jey then goes for one last superkick and Brock goes back stumbling into the ropes. When he bounces off of them, Jey throws him up in the air and hits a Samoan drop! Lesner is laying down in the middle of the ring and Jey knows exactly what to do next. He quickly climbs to the top rope and comes off with a Samoan Splash! He stays on top of Brock for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Jey Uso!
Tom Phillips: He did it! Jey Uso has knocked off the Beast and in convincing fashion!
Corey Graves: He may have knocked off a Beast but Kevin Steen is 100x the man Brock Lesner is. I wouldn't get too comfortable celebrating if I were him.
Despite Corey's warnings, Jey Uso continues to celebrate in the ring while the fans cheer him on, hoping that they get to see the same picture this Sunday at Final Battle. The live feed then heads elsewhere.
We cut backstage as Jack Swagger is doing push-ups, he stops when he sees two shoes next to him and stands himself up as he looks at JBL standing there.
John Bradshaw Layfield: Well Jack tonight is the night, you make your grand Re-Debut under my employ, are you ready to go out there and achieve what youve always known you can and most importantly go out there and make good on my investment.
Jack Swagger: I am more than ready, I have been waiting patiently for my opportunity for too long now. So I am done waiting around, I am going to take it by force starting with Roman Reigns and Baron Corbin.
John Bradshaw Layfield: Thats what I like to hear!
Jack Swagger: But there is one thing Mr. Layfield, when I signed with you there was nothing about tag teaming with anyone mentioned.
John Bradshaw Layfield: I know I wanted to keep it a surprise, I see great potential in both of you boys, and I cant wait to see what you two can do with each other.
Jack Swagger: Yeah well I dont think-
The door opens and Bo Dallas enters the room, Swagger crosses his arms as JBL smiles wide.
John Bradshaw Layfield: Bo! Ha-Ha, Are you ready for tonight?
Bo Dallas: Oh you betcha Mr. Layfield, Im going to make sure you know that you will never go wrong when you Bo-Lieve in me. But I need to get serious for a second all right.
Jack Swagger: About time, lets get serious.
Bo Dallas: Yeah because this is really important Jack we need to be on the same page right here right now So Listen up mister, cause we need To figure out what our Tag Team Name is.
Jack closes his eyes, as if using all his will power not to facepalm right there as Bo continues.
Bo Dallas: I mean were facing the House of Pain, we gotta have a cool name that people will love. Now Ive written some stuff down, how does BoJack strike you?...I know, you love America so much we can be The American Males you know since were both male no? okay how is Dallas Swagger? Our logo can have the last S in Dallas continue onto your name Swagger.
Jack doesnt seem at all interested in this conversation, JBL pats both guys in the back.
John Bradshaw Layfield: Boys Boys, no need to worry you already have a name, you are both signed with my brand so you are both apart of JBL Incorporated.
Bo Dallas: Oh I get it, the J is for Jack, the B is for Bo, and the L is for Layfield.
John Bradshaw Layfield: Sure well uh, well go with that but the important thing is we need to make sure we make a statement tonight so go out there and make me proud boys.
Bo Dallas: Oh We'll make ya proud Mr. Layfield, Jackey Swaggs and I are gonna go out there and really show em what for! ITS BO-TIME!
Bo slaps Swagger in the chest as he runs out of the locker room hyped up, Swagger turns to JBL.
Jack Swagger:...He just called me Jackey Swaggs and said it was Bo-Time
John Bradshaw Layfield: I know! Dont you just love it!
Jack just shakes his head and leaves as JBL seems pleased with his new team.
"ROCK THE HOUSE" Instrumental begins to play throughout the arena
The crowd not sure who's coming out, but after a few seconds, the crowd reaction changes to cheers as Roman Reigns and Baron Corbin come out from the back together
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the team of Baron Corbin and Roman Reigns, the House of Pain!
Reigns and Corbin go to each opposite sides of the entrance way as part of their new entrance as a tag team. The duo then heads to the ring. As they get to ringside, the duo climb opposite turnbuckle and pose as they hold their arms in the air. The two then head inside the ring and fist pound one another.
Bo runs out on the stage and hops around in a little circle as Jack Swagger comes through the curtain with a calm demeanor. Bo Finally finishes his hopping and raises his hands in the air with his thumb extended out of his fist, as Swagger crosses his arms.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents, Bo Dallas and Jack Swagger!
They walk down to the ring together, Bo full of life and energy, Swagger looking all business as they enter the ring. Bo poses for the fans while Swagger simply goes to his corner and waits to start the match off.
DING DING DING
The match begins with Swagger and Corbin being the designated "legal man" for their respective teams. They circle each other in the ring before Swagger calls for a test of strength. It looks as though Corbin may oblige, but when the pair close the gap, Baron kicks Swagger in the gut and then drops him with a DDT. The fans boo this slightly dirty display, but Baron Corbin shrugs as he hauls Swagger to his feet and, holding his head by the hair with his left hand, drives several hard rights directly into Jack's face, then releases him to stumble toward the ropes. Swagger leans against the ropes and turns toward Corbin, and seeing the big man charging he drops down and pulls down the top rope. Corbin is unable to stop his momentum and so spills to the outside, buying Jack enough time to shake off the effects of that brutal flurry of punches he just ate.
Tom Phillips: Some good ring awareness from Jack Swagger there who was able to use the ropes to escape a painful assault.
Corey Graves: Easy there, Tom, he just pulled them down to avoid a lariat. That's nothing special.
Corbin is on his feet and hauls himself up onto the apron before entering the ring over the top rope, looking annoyed with Swagger already. Jack grins, knowing he can use these frustrations to get the edge, and so he starts to move quickly around the comparatively much larger man, finally finding an opening and wrapping arms around Corbin's torso to lock in a belly-to-back clutch! Corbin, however, knows what's coming and he grabs Swagger's wrists, then through a show of sheer strength breaks the hold, pulls Swagger's arms apart, and mule-kicks behind him to connect hard with Jack's stomach. Swagger doubles over as Corbin turns around and Baron capitalizes by lifting Swagger up and dropping him with a backbreaker! Baron then drops down to cover Swagger.
1...
2...
...NO!
Jack kicks out just after the two-count, and immediately he rolls for the ropes and under them to the apron. Baron throws back his sweaty hair and crosses the ring to those ropes, holding the top one to brace himself as he steps a foot through and starts choking Swagger with his boot. Jack grabs at the foot and tries to push it away, but Corbin begins to apply much more of his weight and the official is forced to count the move. He nearly hits three before Baron breaks the chokehold and Swagger, gasping for air, rolls off the apron to land on hands and knees on the floor outside. Corbin grins, then starts to exit the ring, but as he does Swagger finds a second wind and lurches up into action, chopping Corbin's leg out from under him! The big man crashes down hard on the apron and Swagger wastes no time going to work with hard chops to Corbin's exposed chest before taking several steps back, and then lurching forward and booting Baron in the side of the head! Corbin rolls away from the blow and back into the ring, but it's clear he is reeling and Swagger looks to capitalize as he rolls back into the ring and works the crowd by smacking his chest a few times and shouting something.
Corey Graves: Jack Swagger gained a brief edge here and now he's wasting it with showboating.
Tom Phillips: You can't blame the guy for getting ahead in his first UWF match in months.
Swagger heads over to Corbin and pulls him up to one knee, then braces his head and rains down some hard rights on his face. Baron eats five or six of these as he slowly gets his hands up to grab an unaware Jack Swagger's waist, and then after the sixth he shoves Swagger away. Jack stumbles backward at least five paces as Corbin gets to his feet, but Swagger - looking to keep all of the momentum swinging his way - charges Corbin, only to find himself on the receiving end of a BRUTAL big boot to the face. Corbin stumbles on impact, but rather than go for the pin on his writhing opponent, he heads to his corner and tags in the fresh Roman Reigns.
Tom Phillips: And now here comes Roman!
Corey Graves: Swagger's in a lot of trouble.
Jack manages to get to hands and knees as Reigns begins to stalk him, clearly looking for the spear. Jack drags himself to a corner and uses the turnbuckles to get to his feet before turning around, slumping against them to prop him up. This is when Roman charges and for a moment it looks like he's going to skewer Swagger before Jack dives out of the way and Reigns crashes and burns on the ring post! Swagger scrambles for his corner and tags in Bo Dallas!
Tom Phillips: Oh my! Bo Dallas has entered the match!
Corey Graves: Are you a Bo-liever, Tom? Because it's going to take a serious effort for him to overcome Roman!
Bo heads to the corner and pulls Reigns out of it, turning him around and pushing him against the turnbuckles before unloading with a few back elbows to his jaw. Bo then attempts to Irish whip Roman across the ring to the corner opposite, but Roman resists. Bo tries it again and again Roman resists, then starts throwing forearms with his free arm into Bo's face that catch him unawares. Dallas stumbles away clutching his face as Roman hops up on to the second rope, then leaps off with a Superman Punch! Dallas is just alert enough to duck it as he turns around. Reigns stumbles and rebounds off the ropes and when he comes back Bo catches him in belly-to-belly position and hits the Bo Dazzler! Dallas hooks the leg.
1...
2...
...NO!
Reigns kicks out.
Tom Phillips: Helluva kick-out by Roman Reigns and Corey, you can see why he was a world champion here.
Corey Graves: Why? Because he kicks out of a belly-to-belly? Puh-lease.
Dallas tries to capitalize on the momentum he has just stolen. As Reigns gets to one knee, Bo is there, raining hard blows down on Reigns' back and shoulders. Roman, however, powers through them and so Dallas locks him in a side headlock until Roman elbows him several times in the stomach, forcing a break of the hold. Reigns then grabs Bo by the hair and leads him to a corner before smashing Dallas' face off the turnbuckle pad at least ten times! Dallas is clearly seeing stars as Reigns Irish whips him into the ropes, and as Dallas returns he is gutted by a massive SPEAR! Reigns immediately pops back up as the fans pop for his devastating finisher, but Roman's not done as he howls and cocks his fist, then slams it down on the canvas.
Corey Graves: Oh come on, isn't this a little bit of overkill, Roman?
Tom Phillips: Reigns is trying to send a statement Corey!
Suddenly, all of the lights in the arena die and the Titantron flares to life!
Tom Phillips: What the-?!?
RUN!
Corey Graves: Ah-hahahaha! Of course! Of course the Wyatts would interrupt this match!
When the lights come back up, the crowd is shocked to discover that not only are the Wyatts not at ringside (or in the ring), but Bo Dallas has rolled up Roman Reigns! The official notices and immediately makes the count!
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
the team of
JACK SWAGGER
-AND-
BO DALLAS!
Tom Phillips: What a cheap victory for Bo Dallas and Jack Swagger in their in-ring debut here tonight on NXT.
Corey Graves: If nothing else, Bo has shown he is exactly opportunistic enough to find success in this company. These guys just put the tag division here on notice.
Dallas has his arms raised by the official, but Reigns is on his feet and snarling and Bo realizes the shitstorm he's in as he scrambles for the exit, bailing from the ring to join Swagger at the foot of the ramp. Corbin and Reigns stand tall in the ring, the pair staring down their opponents who just squeaked by with the victory this week, neither man seeming particularly happy with this outcome. The feed heads elsewhere as Bo and Jack make their exit.
The scene opens up on Bray Wyatt.
Bray Wyatt: Explain something to me, man. How can you go from being so vocal to being so silent, especially in such a short period of time? You got what you wanted, yet you're nowhere to be seen and haven't spoken a word. Has fear silenced and run you off? Whatever the reason for the disappearing act and vow of silence, I don't appreciate you wasting my time, especially so close to Final Battle.
Whether you decide to come to that ring or not is your choice, just know bad things are waiting for you.
The camera fades in from the black, and we see Eli Drake already in the ring. In standard fashion, the name plate floats up, and displays his name clearly; "ELI DRAKE".
Tony Chimel: "Introducing first, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, ELIII' DRAKE!"
Eli Drake takes the liberty of spelling it out for the UWF crowd in attendance with air letters, until, suddenly the titantron screen comes alive with the image of the Wyatt Family standing backstage.
Bray Wyatt: We're here.
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 enters the ring, whilst the three other Wyatt Family members take up strategic positions around the ring to prevent outside interference. The official calls for the bell-
DING DING DING
VS.
Eli Drake and Bray Wyatt both begin to circle each other, and Wyatt takes control over the hold, as he shoves Eli Drake into the corner. Wyatt's relentless, as he begins to hammer away onto Drake with standing, corner-bound clotheslines. The referee doesn't like it, but there isn't much he can do after Wyatt tops it off with his signature, Kane-like uppercutt, and backs off to the center of the ring to appease the official.
Corey Graves: "Bray Wyatt is absolutely relentless, Tom."
Tom Phillips: "With his prowess so far, I wouldn't be surprised if Bray tapped into some black magic to prepare for his match against Roman."
Corey Graves: "You might be right."
The official tries to check up on Eli, but Eli shoves the official aside, and motions with his hands for Wyatt to bring it the fuck on. Wyatt obliges by darting across the ring, and connecting with an absolutely merciless shoulder block that sends Eli head-over-heels, and down to the canvas! Wyatt begins to stomp away onto Eli who's grabbing the ropes to his advantage, as the official just manages to force a break.
Corey Graves: "What a shoulder block!"
Eli Drake manages to rise to his feet, and runs across the ring for a clothesline, but Wyatt ducks under. He then turns around, grabs the arm of Eli, tucks his body around his arm, and slams him on his face with Sister Abigail! Wyatt makes for the cover-
1...
2...
3...!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: "And your winner by pinfall..."
BRAY WYATT
Bray Wyatt kneels over the unconscious body of Eli Drake, and extends his arms outward for the embrace of Sister Abigail. Likewise, the rest of the Wyatt Family enter the ring, and join him by his side whilst Wyatt is in worship. NXT rolls on.
The scene opens up to the backstage area where Kurt Angle is seen. He is in full wrestling gear and looks ready for a fight. He looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.
Kurt Angle
Im going to make it short and sweet and get right to the point. Clearly tonight, Finn Balor will be across the ring from me. Hes a talented wrestler with a weak mind and I wont have a problem breaking him and making an example of him. Ive said it before and Ill say it again. Ill repeat it over and over again until its stuck in everyones head like a bad pop song. Im on a mission to be not only the best superstar on this roster, but the best that has ever laced up their boots for this company. I want to help take this company to places that it never even thought was possible. Finn Balor, clearly you stand in the way of that. Im sure that even as close minded, and delusional as you are that you have at least thought about obtaining championship gold here. But how hard you are willing to work for it will be the difference between us. How far you are willing to go is the difference between you and me. Success and winning are literally built into my genes. Whereas fear and utter cowardice are etched in yours.
I saw the look in your eyes Finn. You may not admit, but I saw it. The look in your eyes that deep, deep, down, you already know. You know you dont have the necessary skills that it takes to defeat me in combat. But thats not enough for me. I want to beat you and make sure that everyone understands it. I want all of the fans to know it, and I want everyone in the back to know it. Kurt Angle is for real, he isnt one to be messed with. Im here and Im coming for the throne. The big four way match is soon, but the road to that starts tonight with Finn. Ive got to dissect him and break him down and make sure everyone knows that Im coming for them. So Spike, look up and take notice and look at what awaits you. Rhyno, pay attention and look at a real machine go to work. Dolph pay attention and look at the one who is destined to dethrone you. Finn youre up, its showtime.
The scene then goes to the next segment of NXT.
An unfamiliar tune blasts through the PA. The capacity NXT crowd isn't sure what to make of it until they see "TEAM MELTZER" flash across the titantron, at which point they start to aggressively boo.
Kevin Steen leads the way out on to the entrance ramp, with The Young Bucks and Dave Meltzer following. The group is sporting their championship belts over their shoulders. They soon organize themselves into a line at the head of the ramp before raising their titles high into the air in unison. Dave simply throws his hands in air, sporting a cheesy grin. The arrogant remind of the group's dominance further agitates the audience, but Team Meltzer doesn't seem bothered at all by it as they head towards the squared circle.
Phillips: Wow. A new song. How many do these guys have now?
Graves: Relax, Tom. It's not like Kevin Steen is going to come out the Young Bucks' music, nor should they come out to his. Do you know what this is? "The Shape of Things to Come" by Audioslave. I can't think of anything more appropriate for Team Meltzer and their work in the UWF.
Now standing in the ring, Meltzer runs to grab Steen (and only Steen) a microphone. Meanwhile, the Jackson brothers are taunting some hecklers in the front row. Steen calls for the music to cut out and The Bucks quiet down. The UWF International Champion begins.
Steen: This is it, ladies and gentlemen. This is the revolution. This is the change I promised. It's here... now... active today in this very instant. This is the present I promised and the future to look forward to. I've buried the past. That empire you were told to believe was the pinnacle of this sport? I demolished it, piece by piece, and on the rubble we've built this. NXT. The home of Team Meltzer.
The crowd refuses to give Steen or the others any credit for the success of NXT, showering him with jeers. Once they quiet down, he continues.
I trust you're all proud subscribers to the UWF Network. I'll tell you what - go home tonight, log in, search waaaaaaaaaaay back to February 2014, and find the Slammy Awards show. That's when I truly arrived. That's when I declared that the UWF would never be the same. That's when I told you all that no matter how long it took, I would pull back the curtain, expose everything wrong with this company and then destroy it. Two-and-half years might seem like a long time to you morons with your short attention spans, but I'm a patient man. Even with fractional victories and monumental obstacles along the way, I still achieved what I wanted faster than I thought possible. See, I even impress myself sometimes.
And now we're here. NXT, the show that Smackdown, Thunder and Nitro all had to die to make. I tried to save those places. I tried to make it all better. But it was like bailing water over the side of the Titanic after the iceberg. I didn't want to accept that the ship was doomed to sink. But sink it did, and me and everyone else smart enough to find a lifeboat have reached the new world. There were some casualties, but they were necessary. All said and done, I'm smarter and better for the losses. Harder. Meaner. I can look back now and say that I know exactly what it takes to get things done around here. I've learned my lessons and paid my dues. I don't have to make mistakes anymore.
It's that mentality... the perspective that only men who have stood up after being stabbed in the back and buried alive can have... that got me this championship. It's what brought together Team Meltzer. It's also what's saving all of your from yourselves.
Time and time again you've tried to hide me in the shadows of lesser men. You picked Roman Reigns over me. Before he and I ever went face-to-face, you decided he would be your hero, and that you would cheer him on as he tried to beat me. You picked Daniel Bryan over me, when you hoped and prayed that he would take this title that I earned fair and square.
You set up your heroes and your idols and I just knocked them back down. You were lost. Suddenly you didn't know what to think anymore, did you? How could Kevin Steen, the man you despise, be so much better than the ones you love? EC3 knew he had to get control of his audience back, so he made the G1 to give you a new saviour and fed you the ultimate underdog in the meantime.
Kevin nearly spits the next sentence out...
Jey Uso. The number one contender for the UWF International Championship. A farce. A story spun to children who aren't afraid to believe in fairy tales. The idea that even in a sport as dangerous as professional wrestling in 2016, a guy at the bottom with virtually nothing remarkable about him can still make his dream come true if he just believes in himself and is given the opportunity.
But like I've said, this is my world now. My reality. I built it. I own it. There are no Cinderella stories here. Reigns didn't get one, Bryan didn't get one, the winner of the G1 won't and Jey Uso sure as hell won't even come close. You idiots have been spoon fed this narrative and ate up every little lie. "There's a chance, just a small one, but still a chance". You'll believe if if they keep telling it to you, it doesn't matter how wrong it is. Where's your shame? Where's your critical thinking?
The worse part is that Jey Uso isn't even a good guy to get behind. No, really, he's just a shitty dude. I know you love that he's got a twin and they jump over the ropes and are from a famous family and dress up like a pack of crayons... but who is this guy really? I mean underneath the gimmick. He's a selfish half-wit who has never done a thing for this company except be a stepping stone for real talent. I can understand if you pity him. I can understand if you buy-in to some bogus underdog story because it inspires something in your own miserable life. But to love him and cheer for him?
He's attacked from behind. Twice. I'm not the monster here. All I've ever wanted was to face off against true talent in this very ring. I play by the rules, and I have since day one. Jey's been trying to sabotage this though, he's been trying to get in my head and make me weak before that bell can even ring. What that tells me is that he's scared, because he already knows he can't beat me head-on. He's looking for a short cut, or a crack in the foundation. Well Jey, bad news little buddy, there's nothing to find. Team Meltzer is strong. We are a united front, all of us champions, all of us unstoppable.
The only time I ever see you is looking down on me after you've blindsided me like a coward. Since it seems like you've got something to prove to me, why don't you come down here and say it to my face... if you're man enough. Don't worry, we're not looking for a fight. Let's just talk this out. We can call it your famous last words while you enjoy this fifteen minutes of fame, cause come Final Battle, it's all over for you, Jey. One more broken Samoan in my wake. One more name on the ever-growing list. One more false idol fallen. One step further into the New Era.
Steen lowers his microphone and Team Meltzer waits for Jey Uso to come out.
[Jey Uso theme song hit's while standing in the ring with a Microphone]
Jey: I know some of you think that Kevin Steen is a bad person for what he did to every single men that he faced way back on Thunder and Nitro in SD cause he doesn't know that I can't defeat him at Final Battle for his International Champion this Sunday.
Jey: Cause last Wednesday he made me lose against Bray Wyatt on NXT and now it's time for revenge because in Six days on Final Battle I'm taking that International title away from Kevin as long as it takes for me to win or lose that International title this Sunday at Final Battle PPV on UWF.
Jey: So without further will do I am walking out as your new International Champion in six weeks at Final Battle until I become your next Champion after my match with the beast Brock Lesnar this
Wednesday night on NXT.
Jey: Because whenever I get rid of the Incarnate the Beast Brock Lesnar this week then all of you will get to see me again when me and Kevin Steen goes face-to face this Wednesday on the final event of NXT on UWF.
Jey: and once I take that Championship away from you this Sunday then you will walk home alone with nothing cause these Fans want to see a real Champion looks like not no coward that's afraid of me and behind of his team the Meltz but since you like to hide behind people then maybe I like to hide with someone but I don't have anyone out here with me cause my brother is on his Vacation with his Fiance in my other relative Roman Reigns got a match this week and he's teaming up with the guy that helped us win our eight man tag at No Mercy is Baron Corbin that's his tag partner on NXT this Wednesday in of speaking of Wednesday you and I got some unfinished business to settle this week until our Final show of NXT when the two of us head face to face this Wednesday on NXT before our match together at Final Battle this Sunday night on UWF.
Cause we're the OOOH-
Before Jey can fully get out his catchphrase, Steen knees him in the gut and starts to beat him him down by clubbing him in the back over and over. Meltzer and the Bucks cheer on Kevin as he unleashes a flurry of shots on the unsuspecting Uso. Jey is on the mat, trying to cover up but Steen lifts him back to his feet and throws him to the ropes. Jey comes back and gets planted with the pop up powerbomb!
Tom Phillips: Somebody needs to stop this!
Corey Graves: Why don't you go in there Tom and try yourself. I'll be more than happy to do commentary all alone.
Kevin stands over Jey Uso but he's not nearly finished. He grabs him by the head and shoves him inbetween his legs. He's about to hook his arms when the crowd starts to cheer as Jimmy Uso runs down the ramp. He slides into the ring and charges Steen with a clothesline but the International Champion ducks under it. Jimmy bounces off the ropes and comes back into a pair of superkicks from the Young Bucks! Jimmy is knocked right out but the Bucks go over to pick him up and slap him in the face a few times to wake him back up. They each hold him by the arms and make him watch as Steen picks his brother up and lay him out with a Package Piledriver!
Tom Phillips: This is just sickening. We need someone, anyone to help stop this. Where the hell is EC3?
Corey Graves: I think you, and even Kevin Steen for that matter is forgetting why EC3 even booked this match. He wants to get rid of the Usos once and for all. Plus he's probably busy getting ready for the contract signing later tonight.
Kevin looks at Jimmy and laughs at him before throwing a superkick of his own and knocking out the other brother. The Bucks celebrate the superkick as if it were their own. Meltzer is just clapping along for all the mayhem and Steen tells them to hit the Meltzer Driver. The Bucks get filled with joy as Matt picks up Jimmy in a tombstone piledriver position. Nick heads out onto the apron and plays it up while the crowd boos viciously. He then springboards into the ring with a front flip, bringing Jimmy's head down with extra foice as they complete the Meltzer Driver! Dave is running around the ring yelling "Five Stars! Five Stars! Five Stars!"
Steen looks happy with himself until he sees Jey Uso slowly trying to crawl over to Jimmy. All it does is enrage him as he picks up Jey and throws him out of the ring. Kevin then slides out and walks over to the announce table and takes off the covering and removes the monitors. He picks up Jey and throws him onto the table and climbs up himself.
Tom Phillips: C'mon Kevin, there's no reason you need to do this.
Corey Graves: He's sending a message Tom. Jey Uso brought this on himself. This was going to be a regular match but Jey's the one who attacked Steen from behind twice! Now he's receiving our International Champion's wrath tenfold.
Kevin throws Jey's head between his legs and hooks his arms. He lifts him up high and keeps him there for dramatic effect as the crowd boos. He finall drops him down right on his head with the Package Piledriver, breaking the table and maybe even Jey Uso's neck.
Steen stands back up and simply walks to the back with no emotion on his face. Team Meltzer follows his lead while the crowd rains down their hate. Officials come out from the back to check on the Usos as the camera heads elsewhere.
Fading in from the black, we're brought the scene of Rhino sitting down on a box of backstage supplies. Beforehand he had been looking off into the distance, and now turns to look at the camera. Without further delay, he speaks-
Rhino: "A double count-out? It was besides the point. I brought something to Steen that nobody has before brought. I didn't bring a sneaky roll-up, or another dirty means. I brought heart, and an indomitable will. Fortunately for Steen, if the match had gone on any longer, I would've brought his own blood and intestines before his face. But, that's a plan I'll have to play in the long game for him. I almost kicked him out of his own arena, before that brain-damaged offspring of the Anoa'i Family decided it was a good time for him to show Steen who was boss. So, let me make something, REAL, clear for you Jey."
Rhino confronts the camera, his elbows are on his knees as he zeroes his sights on the lense of the camera-
Rhino: "Let me assure you, that if you ever lay a finger, a fist, or even a hair folicle off that greasy mane of yours again, I will beat you until your only verbal output can be an incoherent rambling that far proceeds even your current inaptitude for coherent thought. I will shut down every sensory detail you have, and afterwards, all you'll be left with is yourself screaming inside your own head. I sometimes fancy myself a dealer, when I need to be. Had to deal some unsavory things back in Detroit, so let me set this deal straight for this for you, Jey-- just let me make this bargain clear for you-- that if you, EVER, try that cowboy dogshit with me again, I'll make you pay for what you owe against me. And it'll cost you an arm and a a limb. Count on it."
Rhino rubs his lips together-
Rhino: "Now, if you can't tell? I'm mad-- oh yes, I am. Ee'-Cee'-Three' told me to take the night off, but I'm still thirsty for more conflict. I could've had another shot at a five course meal with Spike Dudley, but what I got was an empty plate. So, now I'm sitting here, waiting for the Final Battle to approach. But, the title "final battle" isn't for me, no, no, no. It's for the three other sorry, sons of bitches that have only four more days left to live. Whether Ee'-Cee'-Three doesn't like the three of you to the point that he'll place an angry Rhino against you, or he believes an angry Rhino is best for business, doesn't matter. The bottom line is that I WANT that Intercontinental Championship shot, and I'll tear, charge, beat, pummel anyone that wants it any differently, at all."
Rhino holds up for fingers in his right hand-
Rhino: "Four days."
The camera fades to black.
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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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. He doesn't pay the fans any mind as he simply waits for his opponent.
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.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennyslvania, weighing in at 240 pounds, Kurt Angle!
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. He stops spinning and looks towards Balor before walking back to his corner and the ref calls for the bell.
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The two men lock up in the center of the ring. Kurt has a size advantage and is able to power Balor into the ropes. The ref tries to get between them and Angle makes it a clean break as he slowly backs away with his hands in the air. Balor sort of readjusts himself and gets ready to tie up again. They meet in the middle but Balor grabs Angle's arm right before they tie up and twists it in an wristlock. Angle quickly rolls forward and grabs Balor's head, bringing him over with a snapmare. Angle then locks in a chinlock and grounds Balor to the mat.
Tom Phillips: Angle using his experiance advantage to get the better of Balor in that sequence.
Corey Graves: You say that as if Balor isn't a 15 year veteran himself. While Angle might be the better technically wrestler, Balor is looking to make a statement by any means necessary.
It doesn't take Balor long to get back to a vertical base and elbow Angle in the ribs to gain some separation. He runs towards the ropes but Angle following him and clotheslines him over the ropes and to the outside. Finn is able to land on his feet however and he grabs Angle's legs and trips him up. He drags Kurt to the outside and throws him into the barricade. Front row fans try to pat Angle on the back but Balor tells them to get out of the way. He then picks up Kurt and drops him on the barricade face first.
The crowd is all up in Finn's face, booing him wildly but he doesn't have an ounce of care in the world. He picks up Kurt and throws him back into the ring. Angle being the Olympic athlete that he is, is already getting back up to his feet. Finn rushes inside and turns Angle around and kicks him in the gut. He gets Angle in a front facelock and looks around, taking his time and getting even more of the ire from the crowd. He takes just a little too much time though and Angle twists out of it and goes behinf Balor, pushing him into the ropes and then rolling him up for the win.
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And Balor kicks out! He looks surprised and immediately stands up to run at Angle but Kurt cuts him off with a big clothesline. Balor gets right back up and takes a big swing but Angle ducks under and takes Finn's back, lifting him up with a back suplex. The impact of the move has Finn sitting up in pain. Angle then grabs his ankle an turns him over into the Ankle Lock!
Corey Graves: Ankle Lock! This is one of the most simple and yet dangerous submissions we have in this business.
Tom Phillips: Do you think we'll see Balor tap out right here Corey?
Corey Graves: He's too proud to tap out this early but I wouldn't blame him if he did. He's got a big match in just a few days and it might be smart to preserve your energy.
Balor is trying to get closer to the ropes but Angle is standing firm. Luckily, Balor is agile enough to turn his body and roll forward and Angle goes flying through the middle ropes. Balor stretches out his ankle before walking backwards to hit the ropes and he comes flying over the top rope with a somersault senton, landing directly on Angle but also landing on his feet. Finn grabs at his ankle, clearly having worsened it but he's still able to get to his feet and toss Kurt back into the ring. He crawls over to him for the cover.
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And Angle kicks out at 2! Balor goes right back to grabbing at his ankle. He slides over to the ropes and uses them to help him get back to his feet. Angle has crawled to the other side of the ring and is resting against the corner. Balor runs at him in the corner but Angle hits him with a back elbow. Balor turns around and walks away but Angle chop blocks him from behind and goes right back to work on the leg. He stomps down on Balor's ankle and stays standing on it to prevent Finn from getting away.
Corey Graves: Look at Angle. He smells blood in the water. If Balor was smart, he'd give up.
Tom Phillips: As you said earlier Corey, he's too proud to do that.
Angle goes to grab Balor's ankle for another Ankle Lock but Finn turns onto his back to prevent Angle from locking on the hold. He's able to bring Kurt in and then push him off of him. Balor quickly tries to get back to his feet using the ropes but Kurt runs up behind him and throws him back with a german suplex. Finn gets back to his feet and Angle follows up with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Balor has no idea what's going on. He simply gets back to his feet based on pure instinct and Angle runs up behind him for the Angle Slam but when he lifts Balor up, Finn slips behind him and grabs onto his head. Balor then lifts up Angle and drops him back down with the lifting inverted DDT! All of Angle's weight comes crashing down on his head and Balor follows up with a pin.
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But Angle kicks out! Balor knows he needs to end this match soon so he heads to the top rope. Of course it ends up taking longer than usual as he limps his way over and up to the top rope. By the time he;s finally ready, Angle is back up and quickly runs up the ropes and sends Balor down to the mat with a super belly to belly suplex! Both men are down and the referee starts the ten count.
Tom Phillips: Both these men are giving it everything they've got, trying to prove that they're the better man.
Corey Graves: Honestly, they're both stupid. This match means nothing the grand scheme of things. They're only hurting their chances at Final Battle.
The ref is at a count of six as both men begin to stir. They both get up at the same time and begin trading rights. Angle starts to get the better of it but Balor knees him in the gut to cut off his momentum. He then lifts Angle up high for a Bloody Sunday but his ankle gives out under the weight and Angle lands back on his feet. He then goes behind Balor and hits the Angle Slam! He quickly follows up with a pin.
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But no! Balor gets his foot under the bottom rope! Angle looks surprised but knows now is not the time to lose his cool. He decides to head up to the tope rope to finish this off. He jumps back with a moonsault but Balor rolls out of the way just in time! Finn then quickly goes up to the top turnbuckle, hopping up on one foot. He then jumps off and connects with the Coup De Grace! He grabs at his ankle which is hurting him big time but he still manages to make the cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Finn Balor!
Balor is on his knees, soaking in his victory without standing as his ankle is hurting after that Coup De Grace. He simply rolls to the edge of the ring and takes off his boot. The ref offers to help him to the back but he waves him off and limps his way up the ramp as the cameras go elsewhere.
As the song plays, it fades into intercuts of Blackman's past matches including his bout against Trevor at one point. Then we see him in an unknown location some where he is sparring on a boxing bag. Then he pulls out his nunchucks and starts to do some few flashy stuff with them; after that, he grabs his Barbie Stick and starts to strike on the dummy similar to Lee's body. Then he strikes some more until blood started to come out. Then he looked at the dummy as if it was Lee in person.
Blackman: Lee, this will be you on the PPV, this will be your body going through too much punishment for your own good kid. I respect you too much to harm you, but now you are after my championship that I worked HARD for to gain? huh HUH?
Then strikes the Lee dummy some more a good measure, then he poses the stick as a samurai right across the neck. Then eyes it again.
Blackman: Hide Ya Face Lee, hide ya fucking face Lee!
Then he slices the head clean off with the stick. Then he looked onto the camera and taunts with the stick once more.
Blackman: Lee, if you are watching this in the backstage, I want you to know that I will purposely end your existence once that PPV happens. You will not take my championship, you will not walk, breath, fuck ever again against me. Once more I tell you this, HidaYaFace Lee, HideYaFace.If you don't take heed to my warning, you will feel my own wraith just like this bloodied and bruised dummy that once had its own head.
Then he pulls out the head that shaped like Lee's and sticks it to the barbie stick and laughs wickedly as the scene shifts into something kid friendly
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The General Manager of NXT makes his way down to the ring in a nice suit. He has a calm demeanor and slowly gets into the ring. A microphone is handed to him and he stands in front of the table where a contracts and two chairs on both sides of the table are. He lifts the mic and begins to speak.
EC3: Ladies and gentlemen, Summerslam is fast approaching and we still have to decide who will fight for the International Championship. That leads us to here, a few days before Final Battle where we will see just who will win the G1 Climax Tournament. I'd say that this tournament was a huge success. It weeded out the weak, it showed me who's strong and who actually wants to put in the work to become the face of NXT. At the end of the day, two men emerged, both capable of becoming International Champion but only one will get the opportunity to do so.
So ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the winner of Bracket A in the G1 Climax Tournament, Dolph Ziggler!
The crowd gets buzzing even louder - in fact, they start screaming and some of them even throw ladies' underwear at the stage - at the onset of that iconic guitar riff and the penetrating voice of the iconic David Bowie.
FAAAAAAAAAME!
From the back emerges the UWF Intercontinental Champion himself, the Show Off, THE Dolph Ziggler. Ziggy struts along the stage to the top of the ramp and then turns his back on the crowd, performing a particularly spirited version of his hip gyration signature taunt before turning about and giving the audience a little pelvic thrust for good measure. One of the women in the front seats nearly faints, and Dolph wears that perfect pitch-white smile as he descends the ramp, high-fiving every dude who wants to be him and smooching the hand of every lady that wants to be with him before rolling into the ring, unfastening his title from his waist and hoisting it in the air. Another ferocious pop follows this, at which point Dolph slings the belt over his shoulder and waits respectfully for his Final Battle opponent.
EC3: And the winner of Bracket B in the G1 Climax Tournament, CM Punk!
A strange noise begins playing, however it is a theme song as CM Punk isn't coming out to his usual BulletProof theme song which has the crowd mildly confused, however a chorus of boos is heard once 'Portishead - Machine Gun' begins blasting as CM Punk makes his way to the entrance stage.
Punk enters the ring and he and Ziggler stare at one another until EC3 breaks up the silence.
EC3: Let me be the first to say congratulations to the both of you. While I may not personally be a fan of either of you, I know what's best for NXT and you two have shown that you're willing to go above and beyond for this brand and I can respect that. Unfortunately, one of your journeys will end at Final Battle. Dolph if you would...
EC3 places the contracts in front of Ziggler for him to sign. Dolph grabs the pen and looks at the contract. Instead of signing right away, he picks up the microphone placed in front of him and begins to say his piece.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
...And then there were two. CM Punk. Dolph Ziggler. Look, I'm not gonna bore you guys with the hype, the tale of the tape, the endless statistics and breakdowns and analysis, I'm just gonna keep it real simple. And simple is this: Final Battle represents the culmination of months on end of hard work, effort, grind, struggle, blood, sweat and tears for me as I'm sure it does for CM Punk. We're both talented men, we both want more than anything to advance, to beat Kevin Steen, and to be called International Champion. And I don't have an ounce of doubt in my heart that both of us are capable of toppling the big Canadian at the top of the mountain and claiming that prize for ourselves.
Dolph pauses as the crowd, respectfully, cheer for both him and Punk. He stares at his G1 Finals foe and nods, then continues, a glimmer in his eyes.
The fact is, though, that only one of us advances and it's just unfortunate for Punk that he's squaring off against me and not another flash in the pan like Spike Dudley. After all, in the past six months I've done nothing but win big-ticket singles matches. I bumped off the winningest man in the history of this company, the longest-reigning World Champion in its history, and the most recent former International Champion and that's just what I've done in this tournament. I don't need to brag about all of my accomplishments. I know who I am and what I'm capable of, and I'm for damn sure that I'm going to beat Punk at Final Battle. In fact, I'm so certain of the fac--
Suddenly, Dolph is interrupted as Punk raises a microphone of his own to reply.
CM Punk: You're really that damn sure aren't you Ziggler? You're damn right it's representing the hard work we've both done however; only one has worked harder and that clearly is me. This isn't about who we've beaten in the past month, I couldn't care about names Dolph. What I care about is what Kevin Steen is holding, what I care about is you're my opponent and you're the GUY I'm going to have to beat. The guy that I'm going to have to crush dreams of, hopes of... you've always been second best Dolph. That isn't going to change at Final Battle, I truly don't appreciate you trying to suck up to me and play all friendly. I'm not here for friendships, especially not from you. I am here not for these people, not just myself but BULLETPROOF. It's cliche, BulletProof hasn't exactly had a fun patch over the past month but that all changes when I defeat you Dolph, it all changes when I then go on to face Kevin Steen. I don't think you're understanding where this is all going so I'd much rather show you at Final Battle.
Because I don't care for accomplishments. This is where you've always gotten to; never anything further. This is why I'm here to explain to you that no matter how hard you try, no matter how impressive you may perform at Final Battle. It simply just won't be enough, in fact... you might be asleep to realize what went down and once you do wake up... I will be International Champion and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!
CM Punk signs the contract as he goes to leave the ring...
All right, Punk. You think you're going to win and I think I am. But that's no surprise. We wouldn't be here if we didn't believe in ourselves. Some would call it arrogance, but I call it confidence. And yeah, you're right that I seem to always come up just short but put yourself in my shoes for a minute and you'd realize that is a strength, not a weakness. See, you are coming into this thing looking to get back to the top, but I have never been there and you can bet your ass I have a huge chip on my shoulder. And at Final Battle, Punk, I'm going to take that chip and smash it over your head. Then I'm going to beat you, and move on to Kevin Steen.
Without any further delay, Dolph grabs the contract and inks his name to the paper, then stands straight again to stare down Punk as he heads up the ramp.
EC3: Well to be honest, I was hoping there would be a fight and someone would go through this table but oh well. Ladies and gentlemen, your main event at Final Battle!
The crowd cheers as the Intercontinental Champion stands in the ring, continuing to stare down Punk who stands at the top of the ramp, mouthing the word "Sunday" before he walks to the back and the show fades out.
End Of Show
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