NXT 2/22/17

[Danny]

The feed opens with Corey Graves walking through the backstage, looking somewhat annoyed as he heads toward a locker room door.



Corey Graves: A year of doing this job and he's never missed one soundcheck, let alone a broadcast. Ridiculous. Why now? Why tonight?

Graves walks up to the locker room door and gives it a hard knock, a stern expression on his face.

Tom? C'mon, Tom, the show's about five minutes from starting and Spud is freaking out, man. You've got to get out here and do your damn job! Tom?

Graves knocks one more time on the door, and receiving no answer, tries the handle. It turns with ease and so he lets himself in, walking just past the threshold before letting out an audible, "What the fuck?" Graves then dashes beyond the door as the camera follows him around the bend to find him crouching over a comatose and bleeding Tom Phillips, lying at the foot of a stand atop of which sits a smashed TV.

What the fuck! Tom? Someone call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!

The scene fades on Graves' discovery and the opening credits and introduction to NXT play.



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 is standing by.



Corey Graves: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another action-packed episode of NXT! I'm Corey Graves and tonight, I am flying without my usual broadcast co-pilot Tom Phillips who as you may have just seen, was savagely assaulted by an unknown assailant prior to this broadcast. In his place, I am joined by special guest commentator Dolph Ziggler!

The camera pans to show Ziggy on commentary. Dolph doesn't even notice it, no-selling the cameraman's presence.



Corey Graves: Dolph, thanks for volunteering to join me on such short notice here tonight.

Dolph Ziggler: Look Corey, I'm kinda annoyed that I have to be here, but given ECIII decided to take another night off and didn't bother to book me in a match... well, let's just say I had to find some sort of way to remind the NXT fans I still exist.

Corey smirks, nods, and continues.

Corey Graves: Tonight's opening contest will be between Mixed Martial Artist Matt Riddle and the returning Samoan star, Samoa Joe. Riddle came up short in his debut last week against Baron Corbin but...

Dolph Ziggler: But what? He's an idiot and a loser. Speaking of, we've got Owen Hart versus Kurt Angle. Owen Hart's an idiot, Kurt Angle's a loser with a one-way ticket to retirement city, and I'd be glad to punch it for him.

Corey seems somewhat bemused by that thought as he continues on.

Corey Graves: Maybe so. Following that, perennial underdog Spike Dudley goes mano-a-mano with the Great One, the Rock.

Ziggler laughs at Corey's statement.

Dolph Ziggler: What's so great about the Rock? His lack of hair? His muscle mass that is so clearly steroid-enhanced? His crappy acting career? Puh-lease.

Corey Graves: Well, you might not be so impressed but a lot of people pay good money to see the Rock week to week and I'm sure they're excited to get to that action.

Ziggler seems to have lost interest and appears to be ignoring Corey, who rolls his eyes and continues.

Corey Graves: Also coming up, we've got Bray Wyatt against the Dead Prez, Steve Blackman as the war between Decay and the Wyatt Family continues.

Dolph Ziggler: Bearded loser versus painted face loser in the battle of the loser clowns. NEXT?

Corey Graves: And last but not least, we've got our main event as we have Jimmy — or is it Jey? — Uso versus Robert Roode in what the former dubbed a "Rumble Rematch."

Dolph Ziggler: Robert Roode stole my Royal Rumble victory, Corey. Where's my rematch? Oh yeah, that's right, I'm not getting one. *cough cough* hashtagrigged *cough cough*

Corey Graves: You're saltier than McDonald's fries used to be. Anyway, let's head down to the ring to kick things off with Matt Riddle and Samoa Joe.

The feed takes us to the ring where Tony Chimel is standing by to call the entrances for tonight's opening bout.




As the unfamiliar tune of Regulate by Warren G blasts throughout the arena, and into the ears of everyone in the arena, the crowd, minus a few die hard indy fans, collectively make a “Huh” sound. That is until Matt Riddle walks through the curtain with a cheesy smile plastered across his face.



Immediately the fans start to chants of "Bro" start to fill the arena. Riddle makes his way down the ramp, chuckling the entire way.

Tony Chimel: The follow contest is scheduled for on fall! Introducing first, from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 210 pounds, Matt Riddle!

Matt finally enters the ring and walks to the center, dropping to a knee and stretching out his arms. He holds the pose for a moment until Joe's theme hits.



And all of sudden, Samoa Joe comes out on stage with an aggressive look on his face as he awaits nothing and doesn't even mentions the reaction he gets from the NXT universe as he walks down the ramp just right into the ring

Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Huntington Beach California, weighing in at 282 pounds, Samoa Joe!

Joe gets in the ring and heads straight to his corner, pacing back and forth, just waiting for the ref to ring the bell.


DING DING DING


Joe runs rights out of the corner to catch Riddle off guard, nailing him with a forearm in the corner! He turns his back to Riddle before jumping for the reverse enziguri in the corner, causing Riddle to fall to a seated position. From there, Joe stands back up and washes his boot across Riddle's face a few times. He then runs to ropes and comes back for a running boot in the corner but Riddle moves out of the way just in time. Joe gets a bit caught up in the ropes as Matt starts to unleash a flurry or punches and kicks while Joe has his back turned. Joe uses his size and power to push Riddle away and get his foot free from the corner. He runs at Matt but Riddle hits a spinning back kick to the liver which drops Joe immediately! The crowd is very impressed and Riddle is quick to make the cover.



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And Joe kicks out at 2!


Dolph Ziggler: The match almost ended right there, what a chump.

Corey Graves: I've never seen someone takedown Joe so quick! Of course an ex MMA fighter knows that a good liver shot can take down any man.


Riddle looks a bit surprised, thinking he almost finished the match right there but perhaps he's more surprised that Joe is getting up right away. He holds onto his liver but is still looking to go on the attack. Riddle throws a couple of leg kicks to keep Joe at a distance but Joe manages to get close enough to tie up and push Riddle into the corner. The ref starts a five count and Joe slowly lifts his hands up for a clean break. He tries for a cheap shot but Riddle moves out of the corner quick enough to dodge it. He tries to counter but lifting Joe for an exploder suplex but he's unable to do so and Joe just hammers him with a double axe handle to the back. Riddle is on his knees after the hit and Joe easily lifts him up into a folding powerbomb. The ref is about to count but Joe turns him over straight into a boston crab, working even more on the lower back of Matt.


Corey Graves: Joe came in here with a game plan and so far it's been working to perfection.

Dolph Ziggler: Isn't Riddle supposed to be some submission expert? What kind of expert gets put in a predicament like this?

Corey Graves: Well Samoa Joe is the Samoan Submission Machine. Riddle might be a submission expert but Joe is right up there with him.

Dolph Ziggler: Bet neither of them could escape my sleeper hold.


Joe puts more pressure on the lower back of Riddle by bending back further but Matt is luckily not far from the ropes and powers through to inch forward and grab onto the ropes. Joe utilizes the five count and lets go after four. He tries to go right back on the attack but Riddle is holding the ropes so the ref gets between them until Riddle is away from the ropes. Matt is holding onto his lower back as he gets back to his feet and the ref asks him if he wants to continue and of course he does. Joe runs after him but Riddle hits him with a back elbow to stumble him backwards a bit. He runs at Joe but Joe catches him with a quick scoop powerslam! He stays on top of him for the pin.



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And Riddle kicks out! Joe stands back up and grabs a fistful of hair to bring Riddle back up as well. He puts him over his shoulder and runs to the corner, maybe looking for snake eyes but we'll never know as Riddle slips behind him and shoves him into the corner. Joe catches himself before colliding with the turnbuckles but Riddle slips behind him and hits a quick dragon suplex! Joe gets folded over and momentum places him up on his knees but he's obviously not all there. Riddle runs and hits a bicycle kick straight to the face that knocks Joe to the mat! He hooks the leg for the pin.



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But Joe kicks out!


Corey Graves: This match has been pretty back and forth so far but I think we can agree that this "bro" needs to be tapped out and humbled.

Dolph Ziggler: If this kid wants to be put in his place, I'd gladly do it. I'd do the same for Joe. Both these guys aren't anywhere near my level.


Joe ends up rolling out of the ring to get a breather but after how last week ended for Riddle, he doesn't want to win by count out again. He exits the ring and tries to pick up Joe but the Samoan Badass grabs him and rams him back first into the apron. He tosses Riddle back in and enters the ring after him. Joe runs at him but Riddle side steps him, jumping on his back and locking in a sleeper hold! Joe scrambles around but manages to reach back and grab Riddle's head, lunging forward and throwing Riddle off of him. Matt gets back up but Joe is in perfect position to get him in the rear naked choke! He wraps his legs around him right away and falls to the mat, using his weight to keep him grounded. Matt however uses his free arms to punch at the kidneys of Joe. Joe releases his legs but keeps the hold locked in. Riddle is able to freely move his lower body and uses it to push off the mat and roll to the ropes. The ref starts the count but Joe yet again utilizes the count that is until the ref actually gets to four and he doesn't let go. The 5 count passes and ref calls for the bell.


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification, Matt Riddle!


Joe keeps the hold locked in as more referees come out from the back and try to get him to let go. Joe doesn't let up until he thinks Riddle has had enough. He finally lets go and kicks Riddle's unconscious body out of the ring before standing up and posing with his hand in the air. This garners a mixed reaction from the crowd but Joe doesn't care as he exits the ring heads to the back with a smile on his face. The referees tend to Riddle as the live feed goes elsewhere.


The scene is taken backstage to the interview area. However Corbin is standing alone, ready to address the NXT crowd.



Baron Corbin

I was told that I had to come out here and explain myself for what I did last week. I was told that I had to explain why I walked out on my match with Matt Riddle last week. Everyone wants to know. I don't think it's that big of a secret. I am a top star here in NXT. I don't need to be wasting my time with chumps like Matt Riddle. Matt Riddle is a nobody. I said that last week. I deserve bigger and better things than to fight a wanna be like Riddle. I want Bobby Roode again. I want another shot for the IC title. I want to face the best this brand has to offer. And unless the people in charge give me that... then there's no Baron Corbin.

Corbin shrugs at the camera.

I will not sit here and have my time wasted and have my name devalued by being placed in these one sided, terrible match ups. I want competition. I want to prove that I am the top of the food chain around here, and beating on guys like Riddle is honestly a waste of every one's time. Now this is the only time I will ask this politely. Give me what I want, or suffer the consequences. I have no problem with taking matters into my own hands. I have no issue with destroying this brand from the inside out. I have no problem with putting name after name after name on the disabled list.

Corbin now stares directly into the camera.

So this right here is your final warning. I will not be over looked anymore. I am Baron Corbin and I AM THIS BRAND. This is my show and this is my era. I want this best of the best, and if I don't get it... well, you're going to regret it.

Corbin walks off abruptly.


The scene opens up to show Kurt Angle in his locker room preparing for his match.




Kurt Angle: “Tonight I look to get retribution on Owen for his actions and his sins against me last week. I’m a man on fire and I’m going to scorch the ring as I set Owen on fire with pain. For the past two months I sat on the receiving side of being the one so close to achieving this feat, and so close to achieving the next feat. While it’s good to be so close to achieving your dreams and goals, it’s also equally frustrating when you’re denied it again. But I hope that no one thinks that I’m quitting or giving up, you couldn’t be any farther from the truth. You see, this is just the warm up.”

“Owen, you’ve picked the wrong time to try and mess with me. You want to try and solidify yourself as a threat here on NXT, but you picked the wrong fight. It doesn’t matter what voodoo and other demonic things you and read in your spare time, nothing can prepare you for me, or for this. You want me to join you in your hardcore world, but this fight isn’t about that. If you want to get whacked in the head with an object, that’s fine, but understand that I don’t need a weapon to beat you. I don’t need a handicap, I don’t need an advantage. I’ll just take you down in the ring with a very calculated and thought out offense that will run circles around your Resident Evil warped mind.”

“After Takeover and The Royal Rumble, being so close to what I want just has me thinking. Maybe I should change things up a bit so that I can break this glass ceiling that doesn’t actually exist. Maybe I should give you the violent ass whooping that your deranged ass kicks begging for. Maybe I should just push you and see what exactly your breaking point is, and make sure that you scream out in agony as you tap out. This week I’m going to go back to my roots, I’m going back to what made me so successful a few months ago. And that’s bad news for everyone on this roster. I’m going to do whatever it takes to get myself in that main event at WrestleMania and there isn’t a damn person that can stop me from achieving that.”


Kurt then stares into the camera as the scene fades to black


As there's a break in the action, things head backstage where The Wyatt Family is standing by.

Bray Wyatt: Right now, The Wyatt Family is at the center of a lot of chaos with Decay, TM-61, and now The Young Bucks looming. But it's like I told Steve Blackman, The Wyatt Family thrives in the abundance of chaos. So even though there are so many after the Unified Tag Team Championships that we currently hold, we remain confident and prepared as ever to fight. And that means bad news for all of you, because when The Wyatt Family fights, people get hurt badly, man.

TM-61 wants to be the antithesis of The Wyatt Family and be everything we aren't, solely existing to put us out to pasture but they aren't going to succeed. They're going to fail, and so is every other team that tries to take away these titles because as we approach a year in UWF, we're more powerful than we've ever been before both collectively and as individuals.

What that means for Steve Blackman tonight is a guaranteed defeat at my hands, whether he's the so-called "Dead Prez" or not. Tonight, Steve, you dance with the devil, and the devil always leads.




The fans all stand on their feet as Kurt Angle’s entrance music begins to blast throughout the arena. The fans all stand and begin a standing ovation for the Olympic hero. Kurt comes out with a rather serious face on and only stops at the top of the ramp for his signature pose.



Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, weighing in at 240 pounds, Kurt Angle!

Kurt then continues to make his way on down to the ring while the fans all cheer him on. He gets into the ring and looks directly at Dolph Ziggler on commentary, telling him that he's coming for him next. Dolph just holds up his hands saying he's not going to get involved.

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH AND IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE!



As the opening lines to the theme song of Owen Hart play the crowd turns towards the stage showering boos on the current Hardcore Champion. It isn't long before Owen Hart is making his presence known on the stage amidst the hate, his title dragged across the ground in the other and a smile on his face.

Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Calgary Alberta Canada, weighing in at 229 pounds, he is the Hardcore Champion, Owen Hart!

He walks down the ramp, and throws his title on the ground. He lifts up the apron right away and grabs a steel chair. Angle gets ready for him to come in but Owen just places the chair in the corner and enters the ring. The ref goes to remove it out of the ring but Owen stops him and gives him an evil look in his eye which makes the ref back away and call for the bell.


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DING DING DING


The two men circle around each other and begin the match like any other, with a collar and elbow tie up. Although they are both technical masterminds, the more fragile mind of Owen's has made him adapt to a more hardcore style and it allows Kurt to get an advantage with a side headlock. Whatever technical prowess that may be diminished has now been replaced by a more hardcore style and so Owen just goes for straight punches to the ribs to free himself. He then grabs Angle's head and throws him backwards, making sure to lunge forward so that the back of Angle's head lands right across his knee! Angle grabs the back of his head and rolls away but Owen gets on top of him and just hammers away at the top of his head.


Corey Graves: I really like Owen Hart's new style. It may not be as flashy but it gets the job done.

Dolph Ziggler: I've been in the ring with Owen before and while I'm obviously better, he's not so bad, especially with a weapon in his hand.


Owen steps away and Angle shakes some cobwebs out while getting to his feet. He doesn't realize that Owen is stalking him and he gets hit with a spinning wheel kick as soon as he gets up. Owen just has a big smile on his face and decides to go up top. Angle is getting back to his feet and when he turns around, Owen leaps off with a missile drop kick but Angle side steps it, leaving Owen to hit nothing but mat. Owen bounces off the mat and holds his chest as he's on his knees but Kurt goes behind and grabs him by the waist, lifting him up for a german suplex! He keeps the hold locked in and turns over for a second german suplex. He rolls over once more to complete the rifacta, bridging for the pin.



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And Owen kicks out! Angle gets Owen back up to his feet and puts him in a front headlock. He throws Hart's arm over and lifts him up for a suplex but as he's in the air, Owen manages to just punch Angle in the face and drop down behind him. He shoves Angle into the ropes to try and roll him up but Kurt holds onto the ropes and Owen just rolls backwards. Angle turns around and runs at Owen but the Hardcore Champion hits him with a superkick that stuns him, following up with a running neckbreaker to take him down! Now it's Owen who goes for the pin.



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And Angle kicks out!


Dolph Ziggler: Owen Hart might not be so focused on just competing and winning matches but his viciousness is like no other.

Corey Graves: I can only imagine what's going through the head of someone like that. How did you two communicate last week?

Dolph Ziggler: I didn't talk to him. The last thing I want to do is get involved in whatever he's got going on.


Owen gets up and decides to drop and elbow onto Kurt. Angle turns over and tries to get up but now it's a jumping knee to the back of the head that takes him down. Angle decides that it's best to just roll out of the ring to get a breather but Owen follows him out. Owen runs at Kurt to take him out with a clothesline from behind but Angle knows he's coming and moves out of the way shoves Hart into the steel ring post! Owen tries to walk it off but comes into the waiting arms of Angle who throws him with and overhead belly to belly suplex on the outside! Angle pops back up and looks directly at Ziggler, pointing to him and warning him.


Dolph Ziggler: Hey, don't look at me, you got other problems to worry about.


Angle turns to see Owen getting back up and walks over to him. Owen surprises him with a knee to the gut followed by a quick DDT on the mat! Ziggler can be seen smiling wide at the announce table while Owen picks up Angle and tosses him back into the ring. Angle looks out of it and so Owen grabs his legs, stepping through and crossing them before turning over for the Sharpshooter! Angle quickly comes to life and tries to find a way out of it but Owen is keeping a strong base and pulling back even further.


Dolph Ziggler: That's what Kurt Angle gets for not staying focused on his own match!

Corey Graves: Couldn't agree more Dolph. Angle seems to let certain things get to him. Namely, you.

Angle can't find a way out of the Sharpshooter and instead goes hand over fist to the ropes, crawling closer and closer. Before He can get there though, Owen turns over and starts kicking down at Angle but Kurt catches his foot and yanks on it to have Owen lose his balance. Now it's Angle who has locked in the Ankle Lock and Owen is reaching over to the ropes. He's able to quickly scurry over to the corner where the chair is. He grabs it but Angle lets go of the hold, knowing that he has the object in his hand. They both stand back up and Owen has a crazed look in his eye as he nods at Angle. Kurt cautiously watches the chair and sees Owen gearing up for a big swing. Kurt manages to ducks under it and grab Owen from behind, lifting him up for the Angle Slam! Even worse, Owen drops the chair and actually lands on it! The ref gets down and counts the pin anyways as the weapon wasn't technically used.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Kurt Angle!





Angle gets his hand raised and he looks directly at Ziggler who just gives him a very smug look. He walks over to the ropes and points at him, saying he's coming for him but Dolph just waves him off. Angle raises his fists high one more time as the scene fades out.



We see Jojo in front of Blackman's locker room, she knocks on the door for a few minutes. Then suddenly, we see Blackman opening up and inviting her in with the camera man to speak. Then we see him pulling out two folded chairs in the middle of the so they can sit on it to speak.



Jojo: It's been awhile since we spoken on your NXT affairs.

Blackman: You know Jojo, i've been in a lot of wired situations for the past month of this year. I am affiliated with Decay and attempting to take out the Wyatt Family on behalf of em.

Jojo: Do you honestly see yourself still dealing with Decay and their fight against Wyatt Family?

Blackman: It honestly all depends on one thing...

Jojo: What is the one thing?

Then Blackman chuckles among himself.

Blackman: It all depends if my alter ego, Dead Prez, wants me to help them succeed against the Wyatt family. I mean, I have no beef with any of those guys, but my alter ego is telling me I have to defend Decay.

Jojo: How do you think you will fair against Bray Wyatt tonight?

Blackman: Man, he is the easiest man i've even witness in this brand. I will crush him down to his beard to the point that he will end up believing he's Husky Harris once again. Maybe it's Dead Prez talking, but I am going to say that he will be stepping stone for something bigger.

Jojo: Well Blackman, I see you are confident for the past month and will we see you dominate in the match?

Blackman: To be honest, Bray and his family members can fall out of a ditch and I wouldn't even be worried about it. But like I told Bray, if his boys want to fuck me up, then either Dead Prez will kill em off or Decay will pick em like dead vultures they all are.

Jojo: Well Mr. Blackman, I hope we will see you take on Bray in this grueling match you have in stock.

Blackman then looks onto the camera.

Blackman: Oh will take down Bray...one way..or ANOTHER!!!

Then the segment shift into something else...


Goldberg is at an undisclosed location backstage at NXT, and has demanded a camera crew to record a message.



GOLDBERG

NXT, you better listen up and listen real good. That means all the crap ass talent, the referees, the stage guys, video truck dudes, hell even you low life guys selling popcorn, and ESPECIALLY you ignorant excuses for fans...you will all shut your mouths and listen to what I have to say.

Boos erupt from the crowd as da man continues on.

Figures, you ungrateful sons of bitches don't listen when your spoken to, and to be quite honest I don't expect anything less of you. But since you oh so love to boo me in your anger towards me, I will make sure I do everything I can to annoy you tonight. I realize that you detest me because...well because of my greatness alone. I mean look at what I have done in just the very short time I have been here. I have vanquished the "Immortal" Hulk Hogan...who now is knocked down to a puny ass desk job running Warzone. Who would have thought a man with such passion for this sport would tuck his tail between his legs and run when he realized he couldn't hack it anymore. It's pathetic, and you people know it. But who do you blame? You decide to place blame on none other than da man around here, ole Billy Goldberg. Listen fuckers, it's not my fault your heroes are to damn old to fight and it takes a guy like me to smash a hip or put such a hurtin on em that they have no choice but to face reality.

Fans begin to chant for the red and yellow Phenom, but Goldberg continues and is not the least bit phased.

Heh. finally....FINALLY you people stop chanting my name. I can't tell you how much joy it brings me. Newsflash kiddos...Hogan is gone and he ain't neva comin back, where as me? I'm here for the long haul baby.

Now then, I realize that being da man around here is intimidating enough, when I was given a mystery opponent, I got handed an Uno? Just goes to show the lack of balls around here. Once again I destroy that piece of trash and move on to the next. Yes I'm talking about your unsung hero, The Rock. Now on paper sure he is hands down one of the best, but see when you place that piece of paper next to me on paper? Well that's where it becomes crystal clear who is really running the show. It would appear that for the past few weeks The Rock has been on a desperate mission to prove that he still exists in the world of professional wrestling. Well I say this to you Dwayne...I applaud you for trying to make sure everyone still remembers your stupid eyebrow, and your horrible excuse for an elbow drop. The thing you STILL do not realize is that you are trying to remain relevant in what now has become MY WORLD. In my world Rock, you are equivalent to the dirt stuck on the bottom of my shoe. If I have to beat you within an inch of your life week in and week out to make you realize that, then so be it.

Now I know what everyone is thinking. Oh hey Goldberg, if your so good then why do you need to blindside people? My answer to that is simply this...first of all whoever asks that is an idiot, but you are looking at it in the wrong way. It's not really about me at all. See if The Rock was as good as he THINKS he is, then he wouldn't have allowed himself to get taken out like he did. That's right I said it, The Rock sucks at his job. He is a mere shell of his former self. Never before would you see him get destroyed as quickly as he did, which proves my point exactly.

Now what do I get as a reward for making The Rock look like a performance center rookie? I get to sit in the back and watch him go one on one with our brandy new International Champion Spike Dudley, a man that is about the size of the deuce I dropped in the toilet earlier. Now there's a few things I haven't quite been able to wrap my head around. First of all, how the hell does Kevin Steen lose to the worlds biggest stocking stuffer? I mean the boy was shoved into a locker more times than he prolly can count, and this is the man you lose to. After your lengthy reign against just about everyone, you lose to mini Dudley. You sit there and be ashamed of yourself idiot. Second thing...The Rock gets his ass handed to him last week, and he gets to fight the champ this week? Spud must be sippin something in the back because clearly that match should really be Spike Dudley versus Goldberg for the International Championship. Third thing, and this is the most important and I think it would be EXREMELY WISE for everyone to listen very carefully. Keeping me at bay for a week not only infuriates me to begin with, but it makes me hold in my aggression for another week. So lucky challenger next time I wrestle, not only are you next, but I will also be your last because I'm gunna kill ya. It's about time I start taking matter into my own hands to get peoples attention, and that is going to start sooner than you think.


The scene switches to The Rock walking backstage. His ribs are taped up. Renee Young runs up to The Rock with a microphone.






Renee: Rock, just a moment? I noticed that your ribs are taped up, is there an injury that we need to know about?


The Rock raises the People's eyebrow and stands as straight as he can, but winces once he does.



The Rock: It doesn't matter if The Rock is beaten, bruised, or broken he can still whip Spike Dudley's midget ass! After the coward Goldberg decided to hit The Rock with a sneak attack, he ended up doing some damage on The Rock. But that's alright. You see the International Champ is about to go one on one with the Great One. The Rock hasn't had the best of luck lately, but he knows that he's not going to have a bit of a problem taking care of business tonight.



Renee: Speaking of Goldberg, what sparked this rivalry between the two of you?


The Rock: Because he's jealous? Hell, The Rock doesn't know and The Rock doesn't care. All that The Rock knows for sure is that once he gets his hands on Bill Goldberg, he's going to lay the mother of all smackdowns upon him. Goldberg's big bald monkey ass isn't going to know what hit him whenever I'm through with him. The thing with guys like Goldberg is they hit you from behind, because they know that if they go face to face with The Rock that they stand ZERO chance of winning. Goldberg's got payback coming his way, one way or another. If Goldberg really wants The Rock that bad, then anytime you feel froggy, Bill. The Rock will be waiting.

The Rock is done with having all these embarrassing moments one after another. Things just haven't been the same for The Rock ever since the Elimination Chamber. And The Rock damn sure isn't going to let some bruised ribs lead up to another injury that keeps him on the shelf again. The Rock meant what he said weeks ago whenever he said that he is going to be back on top again. The Rock doesn't care if it's Kevin Steen, Spike Dudley, Goldberg, Grandma Dudley or whoever the hell is holding the International championship. The Rock will win it one way or another. The Rock will show the world one more time just why he is the most electrifying man in sports entertainment.


Spike Dudley, tonight The Rock is going to apologize in advance. The Rock apologizes that Stacy Keibler is going to leave you high and dry whenever she sees how badly The Rock whips your ass and goes chasing after a real man like The Rock, if you smell what The Rock is cookin'!


Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Annville, Pennsylvania accompanied by Rosemary and weighing 242 pounds, the Dead Prez... Steve BLACKMAN!



There's a decidedly mixed reaction from the crowd as Blackman walks out on the stage with Rosemary in toe. Blackman seems somewhat torn as Rosemary works the crowd, then turns and urges him to head to the ring. The pair head down the ramp and the Dead Prez rolls into the ring as Rosemary heads to her spot at ringside. Blackman heads for a corner and climbs it before throwing a fist in the air, which draws a modest pop from the fans before he climbs off the turnbuckle and turns around, waiting for his opponent. The killing of the lights heralds that foe's arrival.



Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Brooksville, Florida and weighing 285 pounds... representing the Wyatt Family, he is the Eater of Worlds... Bray WYATT!

A solitary lantern emerges from behind the curtain, floating toward the ramp with Bray Wyatt's face lurking in the shadows just behind it. The lantern is accompanied by thousands of fireflies swaying in the stands. Wyatt descends the ramp with slow, deliberate steps, then climbs the ring steps, then blows out the lantern as the house lights come back up. The Eater of Worlds then steps between the ropes, removes his hat and places it on the apron, and prepares for the match as the official performs his final checks and then calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings, but you wouldn't be able to tell from Bray Wyatt's zen-like focus and completely lack of motion. The Eater of Worlds stands still near his corner, staring down the Dead Prez standing in the opposite corner with a sort of blood-chilling menace. Or, at least, it would be blood-chilling if Blackman were even remotely sane, but in this persona, the Lethal Weapon is anything but. The martial artist also seems stationary as he stares across the ring at his foe, but then — rather suddenly — the shrill voice of Rosemary goads the Dead Prez into action and he lurches out of his corner, surging toward Wyatt. Blackman leaps and attempts a flying forearm strike, but Wyatt steps aside and the Dead Prez catches nothing more than air before stopping himself from crashing into the corner Wyatt was standing in front of. Unfortunately, Blackman has left himself vulnerable and Wyatt is right there to capitalize with a flurry of clubbing blows to the back of his head and his upper back before grabbing him by the hair, spinning him around and throwing him into the corner opposite — Decay's corner. Wyatt then charges himself, looking for a body avalanche, but as he closes in Blackman lifts a boot that catches Bray straight in the face and sends him careening away. Blackman then comes out of the corner and as Bray turns back around to face him, he catches a stiff kick to the left shin, then one to the right thigh, before Blackman brings a foot up in a brutal roundhouse kick that grounds Bray Wyatt. The Dead Prez pounds his chest and shouts out to the crowd, many of whom respond with a pop for his actions.

Corey Graves: There have been very few men to step between those ropes and enter that squared circle who I would have balked at fighting back when I was an active competitor on Thunder, but the Dead Prez just might be one of those men. Steve Blackman is already a Lethal Weapon and when you take his sanity out of the equation, he is beyond dangerous.

Dolph Ziggler: You know, Corey, I disagree. When you take his sanity away, the measured, calculating man goes away too, and that leaves a Steve Blackman who is without the most lethal of his abilities — his competitive intellect and ring sense. I'd rather fight him like this. Not because I can't beat him the other way, but because I like it when my opponent makes my job even easier.

Blackman has pulled Wyatt back to his feet, but keeps him doubled over as the Dead Prez unleashes a number of nasty knee strikes to Wyatt's chest and face. After five such strikes, Blackman grabs Wyatt by the hair and leaps up, then lands on his feet and smashes Wyatt's face off his knee one final time in a form of facebuster! Blackman then goes for a cover but doesn't get a one-count before Wyatt gets his shoulder off the canvas.

Dolph Ziggler: What a waste of a pin attempt there.

Corey Graves: It's not like you have a limited number of pins in a match, Dolph.

Dolph Ziggler: True, but wouldn't Blackman's time have been better spent continuing to beat the crap out of Wyatt? This is what I mean when I say his mind is missing.

Blackman, rather than being deterred by the failed pin, stomps on Wyatt's stomach to sit him up, then locks in a chin lock. The rest hold locked in, all Wyatt can seemingly do is claw at Blackman's hands, trying to pry them loose so that he can break free from the hold. Blackman, however, drops to one knee and wrenches back on Wyatt's head while placing his upright knee in Bray's upper back, causing a nasty stretch that actually forces Wyatt to cry out in a bit of pain. The New Face of Fear claws at the air with a face of agony as the Dead Prez torques on the maneuver and Rosemary, watching from the outside, cackles with a sort of maniacal glee before slamming the canvas and ordering Blackman to break Bray's neck. The Dead Prez seems oblivious to the command, but he torques the neck some more anyway, until Wyatt throws a wild punch that connects with the side of his head. Blackman keeps the hold in but softens up and another wild blow from Wyatt breaks it completely as Blackman falls on his side, holding his ear where the fist struck. Blackman then gets to his feet, staring at his hands and shaking his head before wondering aloud, "Where am I?" Wyatt, as confused as anyone, rolls up to one knee and looks at Blackman, who seems out of it. The Eater of Worlds then gets to his feet, staring at Blackman who still seems bewildered even as Rosemary hollers commands at him from the outside.

Corey Graves: It seems like Bray Wyatt has punched some sense into the Lethal Weapon's skull, Dolph!

Dolph Ziggler: Sense... or confusion? Has the Dead Prez been concussed? Fans don't pay to watch you stand around and act like an idiot, you lazy prick!

Wyatt realizes the giftwrapped opportunity that has been presented to him as he closes on Blackman, chuckling to himself. The Dead Prez is still staring at his hands, completely oblivious to what's happening around him before Wyatt levels him with a charging shoulder thrust. Blackman rolls to a seated position, but as he does, Wyatt hits the ropes and comes back to boot him straight in the face! The Dead Prez flops back onto the canvas as Wyatt continues his momentum, rebounding off the ropes behind Blackman before leaping in the air and connecting with a running senton! Wyatt then rolls on top of the dazed and winded Blackman for the cover.

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Before the three, Blackman more out of instinct than anything seems to kick out. Wyatt gets to his feet and turns to flip his dreads back, but when he turns back around to face the Dead Prez he finds Rosemary dragging Blackman out of the ring. When Rosemary has him on the outside she whispers something to Steve and smacks him on the face. Blackman still seems out of it, so Rosemary shouts something at him and rears back to hit him again but, as she does, Wyatt comes running and diving through the second rope and he takes Rosemary and the Dead Prez out with a suicide dive! Rosemary crashes into the barricade while the Dead Prez absorbs the bulk of the impact, and lands with a thud and Bray Wyatt's weight crashing down on top of him on the floor. Wyatt then hauls Blackman to his feet and rolls him into the ring, before sliding in behind him and again going for the cover.

Corey Graves: What a suicide dive by Bray Wyatt! Brilliant move!

Dolph Ziggler: Yeah, he really threaded a needle there, Corey. Come on... anyone and their grandmother would have had that scouted.

Corey Graves: Blackman and Rosemary didn't.

Dolph Ziggler: Because they're sub-human, obviously.

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Once again Blackman gets the shoulder up and the fans pop, delighted to see Wyatt foiled. The New Face of Fear gets to his feet and shakes his head, shouting "NO!" The fans reciprocate with a loud "YES!" Daniel Bryan style. Wyatt responds with another "NO!" and the fans offer another "YES!" This seems to frustrate Bray, who heads over to the Dead Prez and grabs him by the head, lifting him before pulling him into Sister Abigail position as the fans go mental. Just as he does, however, Rosemary taps Wyatt on the shoulder. He releases Blackman and turns around to face the psychotic woman who cackles, and then spits the mist at him! Wyatt, however, anticipates the underhanded attack and sidesteps it, and Rosemary spits the mist in the Dead Prez's face instead! Blackman howls as Wyatt shoulder-checks to see him reeling, then turns back and boots Rosemary straight in the face, sending her crashing to the floor on the outside! Wyatt then heads over to the blinded and flailing Blackman, pulls him into the Sister Abigail clutch and completes the move quickly before hooking the leg.

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DING DING DING!

Here is your winner,
The Eater of Worlds

BRAY WYATT!



Corey Graves: In spite of what looked like a two-on-one situation and without any of the usual madness that has so clearly defined this ongoing rivalry between Decay and the Wyatt family, the latter's patriarch, Bray Wyatt, has emerged victorious here tonight.

Dolph Ziggler: I literally could not have been more disinterested in the outcome of this match if I tried, Corey. I'm just glad it's over. Hey, do you know if Domino's delivers to an arena like this?

Corey Graves: No, but I'd be interested to find out.

Dolph Ziggler: Of course you would, you closet fatty.

Corey seems taken aback by that — and, oddly, silenced — as Wyatt rolls out of the ring and starts heading for the back. The Dead Prez and Rosemary are still laid out as the feed moves along.


NXT heads backstage where the camera is showing The Dudley Boyz, middle conversation in what looks to be there dressing room. The camera zooms in and with every zoom, the sounds becomes louder and clearer.



Bubba: Brother, how good was it finally shutting up those young morons? It only took us a few attempts but I tell you what, that might rank right up there with my favorite victory of all time!!

Devon: Oh my brother, it was good but that's a pretty big call. You would even rank it higher then winning the UWF Tag Team Titles? Hey you know what, it might not have been my favorite victory of all time, maybe because you got the pin and you were the one to Bubba Bomb Nick down to the mat. A move his usually use to but normally it's not down onto the mat, it's down onto Kev......

Bubba: Whoa, Devon, I don't think I'm going to let you finish that sentence right now. I mean I think I know what way you were going with that let's say joke but come on man, you look up to god and stuff, I'm suppose to be the only making crappy & controversial jokes like that.

Devon: I know I know, I'm sorry Bubba, it's just tha.....

Bubba: Are you sure you're alright man? It seems you just haven't been the same since The Royal Rumble. You've been a bit distant.

Devon: I know Bubba, if you had let me finish, that's where I was going. It's just that....... Look I'm happy for Spike winning the International Championship, I really am and I couldn't wish it on anyone else, he deserves it but it got me thinking, Royal Rumble 2016 was the night you branched off by yourself and you entered the Royal Rumble without me, Royal Rumble 2017 was the night Spike stepped out from our shadows and won the International Championship. You see what I'm getting at here?

Bubba: You like Royal Rumble nights? What a time to be alive when that night comes, I prefer it to Christmas I do, at least at the Royal Rumble, I'm the big fat guy they talk about.

Devon: I don't think you get my point, you guys have branched it on your own and my claim to fame is being apart of the Greatest Tag Team in the history of Professional Wrestling. I don't know why but it just got to me you know.

Bubba: DEVONNNNNNN, don't get the Tables but instead, get yourself together man, just look at it this way, you hold a record in UWF History as being one half of the longest reigning champions. You are in the record books Devon, now I don't know if an actually book exists that has it all in there but your photo would be there. Look, I've had my turn at the top and by myself and it means a hell of a lot more winning with someone watching my back and knowing they won't let me down. I believe you could have been one of those top guys but you decided to stay with me all this time and I love you for it man.

Devon: Your right Bubba, man I knew it was just in my head and I'm sorry, I'm guessing I just got a little jealous. Right, let's go back to the start, good it was good drilling that Young Idiots head into the mat for the 3........

Just then Devon is stopped mid sentence as the lockeroom door is heard being opened. The camera swings round, showing Stacy Keibler walking through the door. Stacy walks over to a locker, filled with women's clothes as she starts to search through them. Whilst she is doing this, she turns to The Dudleyz and speaks to them.



Stacy: Evening guys, how you going? Hey, I forgot to say well done on your victory last week. About time you beat those 2. Sorry I didn't say it last week but as you could imagine, I was well and truly a little bit tipsy by the time that finished. I mean I have no idea how Spike went out there by himself and could speak proper English. I was struggling to stand upright.

Bubba: Yer about that Stace, now I thought I could drink but you were next level, I mean Stone Cold would have had trouble keeping up with you last week. Oh and Spike was drinking non alcoholic beer.

Stacy: Hey, girls just want to have fun am I right? Anyway, last week was the first night I got to spend as the First Lady of NXT so I made the most of it, is that a crime?

Devon: No problem our end, you looked like you had fun but Spike, Spike didn't exactly look like he was having fun last week. A pissed off Kevin Steen in a rematch for his title, that certainly won't be a fun time for him.

Stacy: His a big boy and his already defeated Kevin what, like 3 times now, I'm not worried about him, it's Robert Roode that is the bigger threat but I'm still not worried about that Canadian.

Just as Stacy finished, Spike Dudley walks into the room with the International Championship over his shoulder and a worried look on his face. His brothers notice him straight away and notice something up as Stacy is still checking out her attires.



Spike: I've left it a week, I've left it but something Ethan Carter said to me last week is really bugging me. Ethan said he didn't think I'd make a good champion. Is that guy for real? I thought he believed in me. What do you guys think? Should I go after him or should I just leave that comment?

Devon: Hold up Spike, hello brother, how are you would have been nice. Now first of all, who are you Kevin Steen? That is why that guy lost his title belt, he was too worried about our General Manager and second of all, I believe in you brother, I believe you deserve that title more then anyone else.

Stacy: I told you last week Spike, I doubted you once in my life and you showed me how wrong I was to ever do it. If EC3 doesn't think you will make a good International Champion, good on him, that is his opinion, that just gives you more ammo to go out and prove him wrong and the Spike Dudley i know thrives on proving people wrong.

Bubba: Spike, take this from a former 3 Time World Champion, there have been worst guys then you to hold that title belt but I believe you are the Top Dog because you can go like no one else. People like you don't always get what you deserve but you broke the glass ceiling and you completed your Cinderella story. This is the Disney version Spike so it got a happy ending and it will be a happy ending until you are ready to give up on that title and give up on everything you believe in. It's down to you brother but remember, we will always be right here with you, ready to go into battle.

Stacy: You see darling, you have nothing to worry about but if you want to prove it to everyone, go out there and show the Rock what you are made of. He used to be a big deal and a win over him still means something so darl, let's go get down to business.

Stacy takes a dress off the hanger as she smiles at Spike. Spike nods at her, taking in everything that is said to him. He taps the title belt before slapping himself in the face, turning and exiting the door as Stacy follows him. Bubba and Devon look at each other.

Devon: Damn brother, you are on fire tonight.

Bubba: No Devon, I'm not on fire, I'm just putting fires out left right and center.

Devon: Damn right you are. Now let's get back to this 3 time former champion stat.

Just as Devon says the last word, the camera becomes to fade out and head elsewhere in the arena.




The camera diverts from the ring-action after the match immediately to the titantron where CM Punk is seen what looks to be somewhere else. Which means he's not in the arena tonight.



CM Punk:

Week after week, it's the same occurring thing isn't it? Owen Hart is constantly trying to get under my skin, trying to ignite that fire in me. I'm still not exactly sure what he wants, clocking me with a chair last week proved nothing. Perhaps he realized that he wasn't going to beat me at all. Perhaps he's doing this to set me further back down the ranks, the problem is Owen... I don't care about where my position is on the card anymore, I've had that run at the top and I know I can simply get back there. The fun and games begin now, I get to move away from focusing so much to focusing myself on simply... just you. It's quite obvious you're wanting to end my career, yet every single week I'm going to come back out here. I've never left, perhaps a few years ago when things didn't go my way I'd move brands. But I've been here in NXT for a damn long time it's became my home, yet you've just waltzed back here after a damn long hiatus and you're destroying this place. I, CM Punk will not let you run amok here. I'm going to put a stop to everything you're doing. With Rebellion just around the corner followed by WrestleMania... I'm going to leave myself short Owen. You, me, one on one at WrestleMania. Let's make it memorable, something that people won't forget. You simply wanted me to ignite the fire... but are you willing to accept a match of my choosing? You simply accept or you run and I find you.

I'm challenging you to a TEXAS DEATHMATCH. I'm quite positive you know the rules, but for those out there who don't. Simply you've got to make a pinfall before the ten count begins. Much like a Last Man Standing. I expect to hear an answer from you soon Owen... just remember, you can run but you cannot hide. Sooner than later, I'll be meeting you at WrestleMania and you're going to accept the stipulation of that match.


The titantron switches from the UWF NXT graphic to a live feed from backstage, where The First Wrestler's Union are standing by.



Steen: For the first time in a very, very long time... not a single member of The Union is booked for NXT. Kinda interesting, isn't it? Matt what do you think that means?

Matt picks up his UWF Transatlantic Championship and drapes it over his shoulder, reminding everybody that he still totally has that thing and is the only person in the company holding a belt that is undefeated in singles action. He answers....

Matt: Well I gotta be honest with ya Kevin, I think it's some cruel and unusual punishment. You think we wanna just sit around and collect paychecks? No way. We want the matches we deserve. Some mother freakin' title matches. But do we get 'em? Pssssssh.

Steen: Hmmm. That's interesting. What about you Nick, what do you think it means?

Nick: Oh, ya know, I think it means Ethan Carter is scared. Yeah, he's scared and he's confused and he isn't sure what to do. He knows that if he books us, we're just gonna beat up and expose the guys he wants the fans to believe are the top-shelfers. And he doesn't have any idea what's heading in his direction with this Union business, so... he's playin' it safe. He's trying to lock us out. He's running scared.

"Mr. Wrestling" nods, conceding that as a fine and fair point.

Steen: Personally? A week off's no big deal to me. I think it's a good reminder. A week without the elite level of talent we bring to this show - and not only talent, but leadership and inspiration - it's a reminder what NXT would look like without us... except for, well, without us, there probably wouldn't be any NXT.

The way you guys laid out TM61 last week, hey, let's call that what it is. It's a message, loud and clear. If those Aussies had any pride at all, they would have demanded a fight for the show this week. But did they? No. Cause they know that when you beat them, any claim they had to being legit contenders for the tag team titles would have got flushed down the drain.

Matt: In Australia, water flushes backwards...

Nick: Yeah. How stupid is that?

Kevin: It's literally one of the dumbest things I can think of. You know what else is dumb? This idea that NXT or any of its championships mean a damn thing when we're not involved. Let's face it, we carried this show through 2016. How many different brands have crashed and burned in the history of the UWF. I think you can count them on two hands at this point. Nobody thought NXT would survive past six months. Nobody thought some has-been wrestler spoiled brat could manage this place. Lucky him though, he got the world's very best tag team and the most dangerous man to ever step in the ring signed to his show. Then all of a sudden, all those expectations started seeming pretty goofy. The people everyone thought were quality wrestlers were getting beat up. The tag team division everyone thought was dead was picking up attention all around the world. That's all because of us.

Ethan Carter wants to forget that. He wants the fans to forget that, too. Spike Dudley is praying to god that he can survive Rebellion so he can forget it. TM61, The Wyatts, Decay... they all wanna forget. Why wouldn't they? An NXT where The Union doesn't exist is a waaaaaaaaaay easier place to get ahead. It's open season. And EC3 knows how much more simple it will be if he has a champion who doesn't have the stones to demand anything from him.

But we're still here. And we're still fighting.

The Union is going to take back all the championship gold that was stolen from us under bullshit circumstances. We spent a whole year proving how much better we are at this than everyone else. You can try to bury us in the card, keep us off the show, hide all your titles and hold us down... but it's not gonna work. We've come to far. We've given too much.

Our Union, once recognized by the United States government - and buddy, that's gonna happen sooner than you think - will ensure that no wrestler will ever have to compete in a match outside the standard rules and regulations this sport was meant to be governed under. We will guarantee that only legitimate contenders - and not men who got title shots by booking themselves in matches to earn them - will have opportunities to compete for championships. We will foster a place where talent is treated with the respect they deserve, and there will be a zero tolerance policy for any less than the quality a world-class promotion deserves.

NXT is the platform we built to change the wrestling world. These past few weeks have slowed us down, but you will never s -

The feed suddenly cuts to static and then to colour bars as a PLEASE STAND BY appears on the titantron and television screens across the country and around the world. Seconds later, NXT is back, but continuing elsewhere.


Chimel: The following contest is a non-title match and is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first... weighing in at 260 pounds... from Miami, Florida... The Rock!

IF YA SMELLLLLLLLL....WHAT THE ROCK.....IS COOKIN'




A massive ovation! The fans are on their feet and screaming as The People's Champ heads out and down the ramp. He seems to be a little stiff, even slow in his pace. The Brahma Bull enters the squared circle and heads up the turnbuckle, standing elevated above the ring as he surveys the crowd, one hand with a closed fist held high in the air.

Graves: Last week The Rock faced off against Goldberg and came up short. It seems to me like he still might be a bit sore from the contest, and now I'm wondering if he's in good enough shape to compete tonight.

Ziggler: Well if he isn't, that's on him. I'll be the first one to tell you there's a high cost to pay if your top priority is pleasing people in this game. Dwayne Johnson is addicted to popularity, and the adoration of the fans is a double-edged knife.

Rock climbs back down and waits for his opponent to arrive.

Chimel: And his opponent... weighing in at 145 pounds... from Dudleyville... the UWF International Champion, Spike Dudley!

YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.



The recently crowned UWF International Champion runs out on to the ramp, and the reaction is almost deafening. Somehow, some way, the runt of the Dudley family has not only done the impossible by capturing NXT's top prize, but he has seemingly become more popular than The Rock himself. Spike smiles and high-fives the fans on the way down the ring, his title slung over his shoulder. As he enters the ring, he nods respectfully at his opponent (and the gesture is returned) before he too climbs the turnbuckle to pose.

Graves: Spike Dudley has become the face of NXT. The ultimate underdog has become the International Champion and tonight he'll look to add another huge name to his resume.

Ziggler: I can't stand this guy. The only reason he has that belt right now is because I broke Steen's spirit in the toughest match he had ever been in, and soon as I decide to take it, that title will be mine.

Graves: I won't deny that I would love to see that match, Dolph.

Ziggler: Of course you would. It's the match everybody wants to see.

Spike hands his title the to Ref who gets it out of the ring before calling for the bell...


DING DING DING


Spike doesn't waste a single gosh darn second in rushing across the ring to tie up with The Rock. Ol' Dwayne seems a bit surprised by the tenacity of the much smaller man, but isn't hesitant to engage. The two superstars lock up and the collar and elbow, with The Rock quickly taking over with his size advantage. He pushes Spike back with such force that the Champ falls backwards, although he recovers with a sommersault and gets back to his feet.

Once again, Spike runs in, ducking under a right hook by his opponent on the way in. Dudley slips behind and sinks in a waist lock. He squeezes tight, but the Rock grabs his wrists and pulls his hands apart before spinning around and once going for a collar-and-elbow. Spike tries to power through, but it's futile. The Rock shoves him off a second time, sending Spike back into the ropes.

The champ rebounds off the ropes and uses the momentum to come back fast and hard. Surprisingly, as he sprints back at The Rock, he tries for a running, jumping knee strike. He actually clips his opponent in the face, stunning him, before landing and launching with a furious combination of strikes to the midsection.

Graves: That's how Spike has found a way to be successful here on NXT - speed, determination and unpredictability.

Ziggler: I predict that I might fall asleep before this thing is over.

The Rock takes about a dozen unanswered punches to the gut before he finally answers with some hard hits of his own. A slugfest ensues in the center of the ring, which the crowd loves. Rather than dividing the fans with their back and forth, the two insanely popular competitors garner up a "THIS IS AWESOME" chant.

Not entirely keen to eat two many shots from the bigger man, Spike shoots for a double leg take down, hoping to take The Rock to the mat. The Hollywood sensation stuffs this attempt, though, and counters with a snap DDT that plants the champ head-first into the canvas with extreme prejudice. In one swift motion, The Rock rolls over and goes for a cover. The Official drops down to count it...





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No! Spike kicks out at two.

Ziggler: Ooh, close call there Spike. Better get your head in the game.

Graves: A win for The Rock here would be a huge statement, and honestly, I wouldn't be surprised to see him take it.

As Spike breaks the cover, The Rock gets up and tries to pull his foe up with him. But Spike crafty bastard that he is, counters and sneaks in a quick roll up. The Ref counts it...





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But The Rock powers out! Before the Brahman Bull can get to his feet, Spike bounds up and then nails him in the chest with a vicious drop kick. The impact actually sends The Rock tumbling through the ropes to the outside. He lands awkwardly on the floor outside, and instantly starts favouring his back. A stunned hush falls over the crowd as their hero cries out in pain.

Graves: We noticed that The Rock looked banged up on his way out tonight. He took a nasty Jackhammer from Goldberg last week, and it's possible that his back was injured coming into this match. That dropkick and fall to the floor could have just exacerbated the damage.

Ziggler: Boo hoo. Everyone's always a little beat up, that's part of the job. You think I compete at a hundred percent every night? Of course not. It just so happens that my fifty percents is better than most guys at their best.

Spike looks out and down at The Rock, not sure if the match is even going to continue. The Official exits the ring to check on him and see if he's fit to compete. It takes a moment for The Rock to collect himself, but he eventually insists on staying in the fight, which the fans love. The Ref reluctantly agrees and then climbs back in the ring to start a ten count...



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The Rock gets back to his feet with the help of the guard barrier. The fans are cheering his name, trying to will some power back into him.




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Ziggler: What? Is Spike to afraid to go out after him or is that coward just content to take the count-out? Maybe he's smarter than I thought.

Graves: It could be he's trying to show some sportsmanship by letting his opponent recover, but he's wasting a major opportunity here.



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The Rock leans against the apron, still not fully recovered. The people are pleading with him to get back in the ring, but he even capable of that?




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He slides in at the last possible moment! The fans cheer! Spike is willing to give him a second to get back to his feet, but aware that it's in his best interest to end things sooner rather than later, The Rock quickly lunges at his opponent and takes him down.

The Rock goes to sink in a headlock, but Spike slips through and tries for one of his own. Once again, the bigger man is able to grab the wrists and pull them apart to break the hold. Keeping his grip on Spike's arm, The People's Champ transitions into a grounded hammerlock, wrenching up on the arm to cause some serious pain. Spike winches, but fires his free arm back to nail his foe in the head. The Rock releases his hold and Spike gets back to his feet, sick of the chain wrestling game.

The Champ runs for the ropes and bounces off with a whole lot of momentum. The Rock, struggling to stand, meets him in the middle of the ring and counters his offense with a high-velocity Spinebuster! Planting Spike in the center of the ring, The Rock makes the cover...





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Spike kicks out! The Rock looks up at the Ref in disbelief, but the third man insists the count was all good. Looking up and around at the crowd, The Rock then calls for The People's Elbow! He slowly gets to his feet, looks from side to side, tosses his elbow pad into the seventeenth row and then runs for the ropes...

Ziggler: What an idiot...

Graves: It might be a dumb move, but he's got the Champ in a lot of trouble right now...

The Rock runs back, stops and stands over Spike, swings his arms around all mimbly bimbly and then drops the elbow...



But hits nothing but canvas! Spike was playing possum! He rolled out of the way just in time. The Rock stuns himself, and Spike picks him up, grabs him in a headlock, runs him towards the ropes and springs off before driving him down into the mat with a Dudley Dog! The crowd screams! So exciting! Spike rolls him over to make the definitive cover...





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DING DING DING


Your Winner...

SPIKE DUDLEY



The Referee grabs Spike's title and hands it to him as he raises his other hand in the air in victory! The Rock rolls out of the ring and heads to up the ramp, moving slowly as his back is hurting bad. But the fans are all about Spike as they cheer the champ's name.

Graves: Short but sweet. The Rock might need to take some time to heal up, and Spike picks up an important win as he heads into his first title defense against Kevin Steen.

Ziggler: And I could care less.

Spike is celebrating in the ring, but his music suddenly cuts out, only to be replaced by another song...



The Champion's smile is replaced by an intense glare as his focus shifts towards the entrance ramp. He tosses his belt aside and clenches his fists, waiting for his nemesis to come down and fight. The fans are booing the interruption, and can't wait to see Spike take it to the former champ...

But nobody comes out. The entrance ramp remains vacant for a suspicious amount of time, and then it happens.

Kevin Steen blindsides Spike from behind. He takes Dudley clean off his feet with a running lariat to the back of the head. The people pour out the hate hard as Steen bends over and starts throwing shot after shot into Spike's head. The Ref tries to pull him off, but Kevin just shoves him off. "Mr. Wrestling" then pulls Spike up to his feet, kicks him in the gut and flips him up before dropping him with a Powerbomb!

The Champ is left sprawled out on the canvas while Kevin goes and grabs the title belt. He stands over the man that ended his reign and screams something down at him, but whatever he says is lost beneath the boos of the crowd. Steen shakes his head and drops the belt, but he isn't finished yet. Once again, he picks up Spike, but this time he lifts him up in position for a Steenalizer...

Graves: Oh God... this is looking really bad for Spike. The Steenalizer has put guys on the shelf for weeks, months, even years at a time. Hell, it's ended careers.

Ziggler: Great. He can take out Spike, get his belt back and I can beat him for it at Rebellion.

Steen launches Spike back to execute the devastating maneuver, but Spike somehow has the wherewithal to flip out and land on his feet behind Kevin. Dudley is still dazed and beat up, but his instincts kick in a he picks up his belt... as a weapon. As Kevin turns around to see what happened, Spike swings the belt straight at his head. Steen just barely manages to duck out of the way before rolling under the ropes and out of the ring, fleeing Spike's comeback assault.

Kevin retreats up the ramp as Spike holds his title high, leaning against the ropes and screaming down at Kevin to man up and get back in the ring. But Steen refuses. He shouts something else at Spike before turning and walking up the ramp.

The crowd is cheering louder than ever now as Spike stands tall in the ring, a trickle of blood running down his forehead. But that doesn't matter. He's the UWF International Champion, and he has staked his claim as the top dog in the yard.




People wonder if I am going to stay in NXT... People wonder what will I do... Will I go to Warzone? Will I stay in NXT? To be honest, I am not sure because... I am not sure if any of those two brands deserve me. I mean, they both are some kind of good on their own but when you compare the level that they are at and when you look at my level... It's pretty clear that I am much bigger for those two brands. My being is much bigger than those brands. I am much more famous. You see, I am the hottest thing in wrestling right now. There is no wrestler, no company, nothing that is hotter than me. Every brand wants me, every newspaper, every radio station, every magazine wants to have an interview with me... Why? Because I am the 2017 Royal Rumble winner. You people understand it just now? You people got the fact that I am truly Glorious when I won the Royal Rumble?

Roode shakes his head as he seems pretty angry.

You see, I have told everyone and I literally mean everyone that I was destined for glory, for big things. I have told everyone that I would win every single match and every single thing in this company. I have told this to my opponents, to Ethan Carter the 3rd, to the fans, to any breathing thing in the backstage! But did anybody listen to me? I have called them to say this, I have told this to them via satellite... I even told this fact straight in their faces. But what did they do? They did not care. They did not give a damn and they went on to believe what they believe. They thought what they believed was right. Was it? I am asking to everyone who is listening to me right now. Who was right? You? Or me... I think the fact is pretty much clear. Here I am with the Intercontinental Title. And who is the Royal Rumble winner? Nah... Not Dolph Ziggler. He was close but once again he was only so close. Not a winner because once again. Because THE WINNER... is me!

Roode smiles to the camera.

You know, I am pretty happy about this. Not because I accomplished all this. It was so obvious to anyone that can see and think with a sane brain. Who could have won huh? Guys from Warzone? Those thugs and... And Kenny Omega? No way. Stone Cold Steve Austin? That drunk asshole can't even walk on a straight line. Even if nobody eliminated him, he would fell over the top rope as he can not balance himself! Who was the other favourites huh? Angle? Ziggler? Well so close as I said but... Not that close! Because before they were at that place, I was there. At the very top... Waiting to win. And my plan worked out. I won. I won with only two eliminations! I won after I got eliminated! This or that, say whatever you want; cry, bitch, moan all you want... It does not matter because all that matters is the Rumble winner and I am the official Rumble winner! I am the one that everybody begs to have a minute with. I am the man everyone wants to have a word with. I am the main attraction. I am the main event of this roster! Just like I am the main event of Wrestlemania!

Yeah. Everybody asks me who do I want to face. Spike or Kevin Steen? Does it really matter? I know the fact. It's like I can see the future. And let me tell you the future. Spoilers are coming... Steen or Spike, it does not matter. I can see a man lying on his back after he is fallen. Not sure if Spike or Kevin, despite that one is as small as an insect and other is literally a bear. And there is a feet on them. My feet. And I raise my both hands in the air while I hold the Universal Title with one and with the other... I raise the Intercontinental Title! Delivering my promise of The Interco-National Title! Two titles, one loser and one Glorious man! Named... Bobby... Rooooooode!

Roode smirks.

So I don't care whoever it is... I just wait for that day to come so I can finally become the International Champion. If it is Kevin Steen, I will beat him once again just like I beat him before in our tables match. He is not invincible anymore. He lost to Spike Dudley. That's one hell of a joke. Spike Dudley is the joke and now the joke is on Kevin Steen. That situation is rare. And if it's Spike Dudley... I would squeeze that little insect and take the title which he brings a shame. Because that title need a better, a great holder. Titles doesn't make themselves great, title holders do. And as of now, I feel sorry for that title. I am sure that title is envy of my Intercontinental Title because... I am the holder of this title. But all of this... All this is irrelevant as of now. Because who knows what will happen? Maybe I will leave NXT to rot and eventually die! While Warzone... Warzone rises to new heights with me! And while NXT fades away and turns into... Nitro? Superstars? Main Event? Doesn't matter. With it's new name or with it's non existence, NXT will be forgotten. And Warzone? It will be... GLOOOOOORIOUSSSSSS!

Before Roode leaves, Charly Caruso comes over in a rush.

Charly Caruso: Bobby, tonight you will face Jimmy Uso and if he wins, he-

Bobby Roode: If he wins? Not even if hell freeze.

Charly Caruso:And what do you think of Jimmy-

Bobby Roode: No. No more comments. You had more than your fair share. Also, I can't waste my time on... Jimmy Uso? Or Jey? I am not sure which one is my opponent. Bring both, I will kick their asses straight back to Samoa.

Roode smirks once again. Takes his title on his shoulder and leaves.




Fading in from the black, we're taken backstage once again, where we see the Australian union of two men; Shane Thorne and Nick Miller, TM-61, backstage, and it looks as if they'll want to address their contendership, and the events that followed, following their match with The Wyatt Family--



Nick Miller: "Time, and time again. Week, after week. TM-61 has proven, that they are the most dominant tag team on this roster. 'Bucks? Beat them -- cleanly, too, might I add. Wyatts? --Beat them last week. Dudleys? --Beat them, too. Decay's avoided our radar, but once those championships are ours, we'll debunk their myth too. This is becoming a recurring thing. This is now an everyday occurrence; the sheer dominance of TM-61."

Shane Thorne: "--Nick's right. The statistics are right. We're just missing one thing, we're missing the crucial detail; we're missing those championship belts. We're missing the proof in the pudding. We're missing the gold that matters...- We're missing something we want -- and we're going to get it."

Nick Miller: "This is a lost-and-found situation. Right now, even as we speak, we're on the hunt, like any predator-like animal in the zoo-to-the-wild, to get those championship belts; whatever it means, whatever it costs -- we'll pay the price. In sweat, in tears, in blood -- the physical currency doesn't matter, because we're willing to pay with every fiber of our being if the situation calls for it."

Shane Thorne: "'Bucks, if you want to get in our way -- consider what that means. Consider what we'll actually do to get past you two, to move onto greater prey, in the most efficient way possible. Wyatts, you're the tip of the mountain, the king of the hill -- but, kings, well, they come-and-go. Kings are exiled, kings are killed -- what you're witnessing, when you look our way, even when you see us down the lens of this very camera, you see the dual-embodiment of your throne being usurped. We, are the paranormal antidote. From this point forward, we, TM-61, Shane Thorne and Nick Miller, are, The Anti-Wyatts."

The scene fades to black, as the audience roars in approval in the background. Likewise, NXT rolls on-




GLORIOUS
NO I WON'T GIVE IN
I WON'T GIVE IN
'TIL I'M VICTORIOUS
AND I WILL DEFEND
I WILL DEFEND


Crowd booes as Glorious Domination hits the PA System, while some in the crowd sings along. Roode is seen in the entrance, he is smiling. He walks down the ramp slowly as he plays to the crowd.

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! introducing first, from Toronto Ontario Canada, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the Intercontinental Champion and the Royal Rumble winner, Bobby Roode!

Roode enters the ring and poses with the title firmly around his waist. The spotlight shines bright on him and there's a big smile on his face until his music is suddenly cut off.



The ever-popular duo emerge from the back to a large pop and perform their signature war dance on the stage, which only gets the fans more hyped for the contest. As their music begins, the Usos high-five and then head down the ramp, clapping hands with eager fans the entire way down. Jimmy seems pumped for the contest and eagerly heads to the ring.

Tony Chimel: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Jey Uso, from San Francisco California, weighing in at 251 pounds, Jimmy Uso!

Jimmy enters the ring and doesn't back down from Roode. He actually sizes him up as the ref starts the match.


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DING DING DING


Jimmy goes right at Roode and tries to go for a tie up. Roode backs away to the ropes and the ref makes Jimmy back off. Roode uses this to his advantage by slapping Jimmy across the face. Jimmy gets angry and tries to go even hard at Roode but Bobby is in the ropes and the ref continues to back Jimmy off of him as Roode just laughs in his face. Jimmy argues with the ref a bit but Roode just comes out and clotheslines him to the mat. He picks up Jimmy right awya and drives him into the corner, thrusting his shoulder into his abdomen over and over again until he brings Jimmy out and hits a quick suplex. He stands back up immediately and gets a big smile on his face. He spreads his arm open and yells out "GLORIOUS!" as the crowd starts to boo him.


Corey Graves: Bobby Roode making quick work of Jimmy Uso here tonight.

Dolph Ziggler: Congrats, he can beat up Jimmy Uso, woo hoo. I bet Jimmy gets close to winning this match and Roode steals it away.


Roode picks up Jimmy off the mat but Jimmy fights back with some shots to the midsection. Roode hits a knee to the gut to stop his comeback and sets him up for the Glorious DDT. Jimmy spins out of it however and brings in Roode for a clothesline. Bobby pops back up only to get taken down with a running shoulder tackle. Roode hops up once more and gets taken down once more with another shoulder tackle. The Glorious One gets up a third time but Jimmy is waiting for him, popping him up on his shoulders and hitting a samoan drop! Instead of going for a pin, Jimmy decides to go up top.

The crowd is cheering wildly as Jimmy plans to end this one quickly and go on the face Roode in a Steel Cage Match at Rebellion but Roode is having none of that. By the time Jimmy is getting ready to leap off, Roode comes over and knocks his feet off balance, Jimmy landing hard on the top turnbuckle. The Intercontinental Champion starts to climb up the ropes and grabs Jimmy, picking him up to deliver a big superplex! The whole ring shakes form the impact and Roode goes over to hook the leg for the cover.



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And Jimmy kicks out!


Corey Graves: Look, Dolph, I know you don't exactly care for Bobby Roode after the Royal Rumble-

Dolph Ziggler: Oh you mean the match that he stole from me? Look, I've never cared for Bobby Roode. He can have his main event of Wrestlemania, I've got my eyes on something else.

Corey Graves: And what's that?

Dolph Ziggler: You'll see


Bobby waste no time in getting Jimmy back up and once again setting up for the Glorious DDT. This time, Jimmy ends up running forward, backing Roode into a corner. He then hits Bobby with a uppercut to the jaw that knocks him loopy. So loopy that he falls to a seated position. The crowd cheer, knowing what's coming next. Jimmy heads to the opposite corner and cusps his hands together, yelling loudly for the whole crowd to hear.

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Jimmy: OOHHH!

Crowd: SOS!

Jimmy: OOHHH!

Crowd: SOS!

Jimmy: OOHHH!

Crowd: SOS!


Jimmy runs full speed at Roode but Bobby leaps out of the corner and takes Jimmy's head off with a big lariat! You can practically see the stars floating around Jimmy's head after that hit but Roode picks him up and nails the Glorious DDT! He turns over and makes the cover.



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But wait, Roode ends up picking up Jimmy's head off the mat and breaking the count! The crowd boos as Roode has a big smile on his face. He said he wanted to make Jimmy suffer and he's looking to make good on that promise. He places Jimmy onto his shoulders, looking to hit him with the Roode Bomb but Jimmy miraculously ends up coming to life and falls behind him. Roode turns around just in time to eat a superkick to the face! The It Factor stumbles back into the ropes and Jimmy runs forward to clothesline him out of the ring. Jimmy looks around the arena and the crowd pops loudly as they know what's coming next. Jimmy hits the ropes and comes back to dive over the top rope and take out Roode on the outside with a plancha!

Jimmy pumps his fist into the air as the crowd cheers. Roode tries to call a time out but Jimmy is having none of it, tossing him back into the ring. Jimmy gets back on the apron but Roode ends up running over for a clothesline. Jimmy blocks the attempt and instead hangs Roode on the top rope. Roode turns away from him, grabbing his throat and choking. Jimmy runs up to him and nails a float over DDT! He turns Roode over for the cover.


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And Roode kicks out at 2! Jimmy slaps the mat in frustration but gets back up and pumps himself up. The crowd is clapping along as Roode slowly gets to his feet, Jimmy eagerly awaiting him to turn around. Once he does, Jimmy lifts him onto his shoulder but Bobby falls behind him and shoves him into the ropes, trying to roll him up. Jimmy hangs onto the ropes and when Roode rolls off of him, Jimmy tries for the superkick but Roode catches his foot. He laughs and shakes his head no but Jimmy uses his other foot to hit an enziguri on Roode. The Intercontinental Champion stumbles back into the corner where Jimmy follows up with a stinger splash! Roode once again fall to a seated position and Jimmy runs straight to the other corner and straight back, hitting the running hip attack in the corner! Roode looks dazed and so Jimmy drags him out of the corner and hooks the leg.



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Roode kicks out again!


Dolph Ziggler: How embarrassing. Of course Bobby Roode is having trouble putting away Jimmy Uso. I can;t believe this is who gets to main event Wrestlemania.

Corey Graves: I don't care how long it takes, if he can put a stop to Jimmy Uso even being on the Wrestlemania card I'm happy.


Jimmy waste little time and heads straight to the apron to climb up to the top rope. Roode starts to stir though and once again manages to catch Jimmy at the top and knock him off balance. It looks as if he's going to go for another superplex as he climbs up to meet Jimmy but the Samoan uses his family ability and headbutts Roode! Bobby gets dazed right away and so Jimmy throws another headbutt that sends the Glorious One all the way down to the mat. The crowd cheers as he is in perfect position for Jimmy to finish him off. He readies himself on the top rope before leaping off with the Samoan Splash but Roode gets his knees up just in the nick of time! Jimmy rolls around holding his ribs but Roode gets back to his feet and picks up Jimmy, placing him on his shoulders before delivering the Roode Bomb! Jimmy is limp and Roode turns him over to make the cover.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bobby Roode!





As Roode celebrates his victory, Dolph Ziggler gets up from the commentary desk and removes his headset.

Corey Graves: Hey, Dolph, where are you going? Dolph?

Ziggler rounds the desk and grabs Roode's Intercontinental Championship from the timekeeper's hands as Roode continues to celebrate in the ring, oblivious and with his back turned to Ziggler. Roode turns to collect his belt from the timekeeper, but instead he is blasted in the face with the belt by Dolph!

Roode falls to the canvas clutching his face and Ziggler drops the belt, then lines his victim up. As Roode rolls over and gets on his hands and knees, Ziggler runs and connects with the Famouser, planting Roode face-first on the faceplate of his own Intercontinental Title! The fans are booing the ever-living shit out of Ziggler as he spits on Roode's motionless body, then motions for a microphone. A ringside technician tosses one in to him and he turns it on.

DOLPH ZIGGLER
Oh shut up. Shut up! You can boo me all you want, but Robert Roode got exactly what was coming to him. For weeks, he's been bragging about winning the Royal Rumble, but you all know that is a lie! Robert Roode was eliminated. You can rewatch the footage on the UWF network any time, you can see him clearly eliminated by Kurt Angle, but the officials didn't see it at the time and on that stupid technicality, Robert Roode gets to steal my berth at Wrestlemania? It makes me sick, the lengths Ethan Carter will go to in order to screw me over. It makes me sick, the lengths men like Robert Roode will swindle their way to the top. I am the most talented man on this roster by a mile, more talented even than our recently deposed, longest-reigning UWF World Champion. I'm the best professional wrestler in the world today and yet somehow, men like Roode and Punk and all the others... they keep stealing my spotlight. I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being lied to and cheated out of opportunities and I'm not going to take it anymore!

The fans, for the most part, are hostile to Ziggler's message as he turns around and eyes Robert Roode, his face twisting into a sadistic grin.

You know what? If I can't have my rightfully won Wrestlemania event, I'm going to make sure nobody gets to have it. I'll break every man on this roster into a million pieces before I let my rightful place be taken by some... cut-rate Ric Flair wannabe loser! I'm not screwing around anymore. I'm going to rip Robert Roode apart, and you can all forget about any hope of your Royal Rumble "winner" getting his main event opportunity at MY show. That's what tonight is all about. That's why I took out Tom Phillips... it was all part of my plan to make sure I was sitting at that commentary desk when this moment happened, so that I could have my revenge on Robert Roode for stealing my WrestleMania moment! If Punk could take my place in a fatal four way by jumping me, why can't I do it by jumping Roode? It should be a two-way street, right? RIGHT?!?

Ziggler closes in on Roode, who by now has started stirring, and pushes him onto his back. He then mounts Roode and starts unloading with brutal, closed-fist punches to Roode's face. Soon, the Royal Rumble winner's face has been split open from the punches, but after twelve or maybe thirteen of the blows security bolt from the back with Rockstar Spud in tow and slide into the ring!

Ziggler gets to his feet and superkicks one of the security guards, but he is quickly overwhelmed by the others and they haul him kicking and screaming from the ring while medical personnel rush to attend to Roode. The fans are torn between booing and largely stunned silence as Ziggler tries to break free from the security guards who are dragging him up the ramp. Ziggy seems unhinged as he is hauled onto the stage and Spud shakes his head as Ziggler is dragged past, but then Ziggy manages to break free!

Spud has turned to start heading down to the ring, so he doesn't see Ziggler coming and the Show Off connects with a zig zag onto the cement floor! Spud rolls around, writhing in agony as Ziggler gets back up and is fully tackled by a massive security guard, then taken back into their custody and hauled out of the arena for good, leaving chaos in his wake. The feed draws to a close with a close-up of Roode, who's bleeding badly but seems to be responsive as the show comes to a close.



-END OF SHOW-



Credits

Promos - Respective TTers

Spike vs Rock - Fauche

Wyatt vs Blackman - Crann

Everything else - Danny


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