Post by Danny on Aug 25, 2018 0:36:20 GMT -6
Pyro goes off all throughout the arena and the camera zooms around, showing numerous fans all showing their support for the return of NXT, We then go ringside where Corey Graves and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to NXT! I'm Tom Phillips and with me is my broadcast partner, former International Champion, Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: Oh man am I excited for this one! We've got-
The lights all of a sudden dim down a bit. The fans then hear.
The fans immediately irrupt to the theme song playing in the arena and out comes AJ Styles arms spread with hood over his head
The pyro bangs off and AJ removes his hood, and he starts to yell "I'm home UWF!" AJ Styles walks down the ramp, and the fans are cheering as they are excited to see the 'Phenomenal One' again in a UWF arena. Styles walks down the ramp, and he enters the ring. A microphone is given to him, and AJ is looking to speak but the NXT fans excited for the Phenomenal one wont let him speak right now
Welcome back, Welcome back!
AJ Styles: Techinically I was never apart of NXT, but none the less it feels good to be back!
The fans cheer as Styles continues to talk
Now I know a lot of people want to know where have I been. What has AJ Styles been up to. Well to tell you the truth the Phenomenal One hasn't been around for a while, because of some personal medical problems. That is right I had some issues to take care of. Injuries from all the great battles that I gave to you fans. It finally caught up to me. It was so bad that the UWF medical team wouldn't clear me unless I took the rest. They even said that I might not ever come back.
Fans boo at the sound of that news and AJ responds
Yeah that is something you should boo, because you see if anyone decides when AJ Styles is done in this ring... it is me!
I decide my own faith not some doctors, or some big wigs me. I decide that, and that is why I decided to come here. Come here to this great brand known as NXT. NXT has been a brand that I have had my eye on for quite some time. I have seen the many great superstars on this brand, and say to myself. Man what would it be like to face them in the middle of this ring, and boy I am looking forward to the new challenge,
and looking forward to capturing one title in particular.
AJ goes and he slicks his hair back, and he points to the ramp, and he turns and then talks
Everyone in that locker room right there they know what title I am talking about. It is the reason why they bust there asses off day in, and day out it is a chance to become the International Heavyweight champion. That title has been a title that has eluded me for far too long, but I am no fool I know I won't get a shot right away.
I shouldn't... I mean with all my injuries as of late who knows one match could end me. One match could all you see from AJ Styles here in NXT.
So I am no fool I know I won't be granted a shot right away, but I will earn that shot, and prove the nay sayers wrong.
I have done it my whole career here in UWF so what should stop me now? That answer is nothing. So I don't care if I have to go through the hardcore ranks, or the Intercontinental, or heck even if I don't go through those I don't care if I am at the bottom going on dark matches. All I care about is showing to each and every one of you that I am back, and I am not going anywhere any time soon.
Fans cheer at the sound of that and goes onto talk
UWF has been around for five years, and the one thing is true about it there is one constant, and that constant is me. I am the face that runs the place. That hasn't change nor will it anytime soon.
And soon you will call me the Champ who runs the Camp. Now doesn't that just sound simply.....
Fans in unison go with AJ as he says
PHENOMENAL!
We arrive backstage where Renee Young is standing by for an interview.
Renee Young: Please Welcome my guest at this time: Chris Jericho.
After being introduced, Jericho arrives on the scene.
RY: Chris, you have a match against the Hardcore Champion Baron Corbin tonight. Do you have a strategy to defeat the self-proclaimed King of Hardcore?
Chris Jericho: Renee, I am aware of my match tonight. I know who I'm facing.
I obviously have a strategy. I would be stupid idiot to not have one. My strategy is to out wrestle him. He could beat me up with tables, ladders, chairs, pizza cutters, or whatever the hell else, but we'll see how he does in a match where I thrive: The Standard Wrestling Match. He may be the King of Hardcore, but I'm the King of the World.
RY: Do you have any thoughts on your match at No Mercy against Kevin Steen?
CJ: Hold on. How did you clothes and microphone change mid-interview?
RY: I don't know what you're talking about. Just answer the question, please.
CJ: Are you a robot? I don't like getting interviewed by robots. Do you know what happens when I get interviewed by robots? Do you know what happens?
RY: JUST ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!!!
CJ: "Renee Young", if that really is who you are... YOU JUST MADE THE LIST!!!
And to answer your question, of course I have thoughts on it. My thoughts are that Steen, just like everybody else, is expecting less that they're gonna get. I am a legend on an ascent to the top, but nobody else sees it that way. It should be me, not Spike Dudley, getting a shot at Ziggler's title. But it's OK. I'll just dominate the G1 Climax and go on to main event SummerSlam. It'll just make the moment so much sweeter in the long run. It's all about giving the fans, the UWF Uni-....Are they the Universe?
RY: Yeah
CJ: THE UWF UNIVERSE!!! It's all about giving them the Gift of Jericho......... Drink it in, maaaaaaan.[/color]
The crowd erupts in cheers and woos for the Jericho pose as we are taken to the arena.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada and weighing 227 pounds, Chris JERICHO!
The fans pop in a big way as those four words that kick off Jericho's theme song announce his pending arrival, and sure enough mere seconds after, Jericho struts out onto the stage in his scarf, list in hand, grinning widely. The fans are chanting 'Y2J! Y2J!' as he walks straight down the ramp, rolling into the ring and heading across to his corner, continuing to jot some notes on his clipboard. The fans are still buzzing while Jericho awaits his opponent for the evening.
Tony Chimel: And now introducing the opponent, he is the UWF Hardcore Champion! From Kansas City, at a weight of 275 pounds, the New King... Baron Corbin!
From the back emerges the towering UWF Hardcore Champion, the fans offering him something of a mixed reaction. Corbin eats it up, looking about as pleased as a man like him can look, the ugliest title in the company draped over one shoulder. He marches down the ramp, climbs the ring steps and enters the ring over the top rope, all the while glaring at Jericho as he hands his championship to the official and heads to his corner. The official hands it off to a ringside attendant, then performs his pre-match checks and calls for the starting bell.
VERSUS 
DING DING DING!
The bell rings, but Jericho is still holding his clipboard as he stares at Corbin, who has yet to take action. Jericho shouts, audibly, "YOU JUST MADE THE LIST!" and then makes a big theatrical show of raising his clipboard and scribbling Corbin's name on the sheet there. Corbin takes off full tilt for Jericho, assuming Y2J is distracted, and aims a big boot for Y2J's face but Jericho sidesteps it and Corbin racks himself on the rope! Jericho then smashes him over the back of the head with the clipboard, which the official warns him for, before tossing his list out of the ring. Jericho then pulls Corbin off the ropes and Irish whips him across the ring. On the rebound, Corbin catches a picture-perfect dropkick from the Canadian, who hooks the leg.
Tom Phillips: Chris Jericho is capitalizing early on a mistake by Baron Corbin.
Corey Graves: I like Corbin. He's a big man. He's a strong man. But he's also a talented man, and pound for pound one of the most fearsome on the NXT Roster.
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Corbin basically throws Jericho off of himself, then rolls onto hands and knees. Immediately Jericho closes the gap and puts the boot to Corbin, stomping on his shoulder and side until Corbin gets up to one knee and shoves him off. Jericho comes back looking for a lariat, but Corbin goes low, lifts him up and brings him down hard with a bone-crunching spinebuster! The fans "ooh!" at the impact as Corbin immediately hauls Jericho to his feet, then drives him back into the corner and unloads on him with a flurry of Golden Gloves-rated fists to the kidneys and face. Corbin keeps the assault going for almost half a minute, then steps away, leaving a winded and wounded Jericho slumped in the corner. The Lone Wolf heads across to the corner opposite, then charges, but as he does Jericho pushes out of the corner and throws a back elbow that catches Corbin on the jaw and staggers the big man! Jericho then pulls Corbin into a quick roll-up!
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner,
CHRIS JERICHO!
Corey Graves: What? Already?
Tom Phillips: I don't believe it! Chris Jericho just beat the Hardcore Champion with a roll-up, Corey!
Corey Graves: ...I'm disappointed, I have to say it.
Forget about a roll-up; Jericho wastes no time rolling out of the ring and grabbing his list as Corbin smacks the canvas, then gets to his feet, visibly fuming. Jericho mocks Corbin from the outside and Baron looks like he is about to give chase and murder Jericho before the official hands him his title. Corbin then gives the belt one, hard look before glancing back at Jericho and snorting with derision. Jericho, seemingly having less fun now that his trolling is largely being ignored, heads to the back and the feed moves on.
The action so far on NXT has been off the chain. It is now time to cut from the action in the ring as the cameras do just that. The camera flashes back to life as it shows Spike Dudley, taping his knee whilst looking at the camera. In the background you can see Stacy Keibler fixing herself up in a mirror.
The camera looks around the lockeroom as it shows Bubba Dudley in the corner getting ready for his match. He is bending over when a hand suddenly grabs him and pulls him around. The hand obviously belongs to Devon Dudley but what is surprising is what Devon is wearing.
Devon: Hey man, listen I figured since we tried out the Bully Ray and Dangerous Devon gimmick and it didn't really work out for us as well as it did the first time we tried it, we should have a go at gimmicks that didn't work out for us before in the hope it might work out this time. I did some looking inside my closet and look at what I found. Oh it brought back the memories and all I can say is 'HIS CALLING MY NAME'!!!!! What you reckon?
Bubba looks Devon up and down, standing there in his Reverend D-von uniform and shakes his head.
Bubba: And I suppose you want me to go back to the stuttering idiot again?
Devon: Look at it this way brother, just think of all the money I was getting from that collection basket. It was ridiculous what people were willing to put in that thing. I could have bought the UWF if I had continued that going for a while and well plus, I wouldn't mind you going back to the stuttering gimmick, I got to smack you over the head repeatedly so I loved it.
Bubba giggles a little like a little school girl. He shakes his finger at Devon as Devon just shrugs his shoulders. He pulls at the shirt and pants as they easily come off showing his camo gear underneath for it all ready to go.
Devon: I was hoping you wouldn't say that but I came prepared in case you did. It was worth a shot.
Spike suddenly stands up, looking focused as he walks towards Bubba and Devon whilst he clears his throat.
Spike: See this is exactly why you guys have been on a losing streak recently. What the hell happened to you? Remember when you were the guys I looked up to, the guys who I thought would beat the crap out of
anybody? The guys who didn't need little Uncle Spike Dudley to get the job done. Imagine those guys watching you two here right now? The fact of the matter is that without my help in the past few weeks, you have been annihilated. It actually concerns me just how much you have fallen in recent weeks. I don't want this to happen, I'm not getting any joy out of seeing this decline in you. I want you to be at the best and watch us get back on top of NXT. Look at the banner, the three of us are right and center of it. NXT is the Dudleyz show but recently, it's just been a place to show your age catching up to you. You both need to wake up to yourself because over the coming weeks, I'll need to be focused and I don't need any distractions. I'm stepping into Hell at No Mercy and if you want to muck about and joke around, that's fine by me but don't do it my presence. You got that?
Spike looks at both his brothers after his rev up, switching from Bubba to Devon who seem like they can't look him in the eye.
Bubba: Yes Spike, that's sweet. We didn't mean to distract you as we know what you need to do to get ready for No Mercy.
Devon: Yer, it's just we are quite relaxed about tonight. Did you remember the end of the show last week when we put a beating on AOP & Dolph Ziggler, it got us in good spirits and tonight, we are facing off against The Uso's.
Bubba: Those guys just can't make up their mind can they? One minute Jimmy is your best friend and no his saying you suck and then they want us to shake their hands after the match as well, we going to do that bro?
Devon: Umm in the words of well, just about every mum ever, No.
Bubba: Yer didn't think so, plus it's going to be a bit hard shaking their hands when they are left laying flat on the backs watching us celebrate a win finally.
Devon: But don't worry Spike, we will change our attitude. We know you need to be in the zone for No Mercy and I know we need to be on our A Game if we want the advantage against AOP. We will joke around now, rest assured though that when time comes, we will be 100% ready to go against Ellering's newest boy toys.
Bubba: Speaking of which, Spikey, you want us out there for your Contract Signing tonight? I'm sure the AOP won't be too far away and it's better to be safe then sorry.
All of a sudden, Stacy stops fixing herself up and she manages to join the group in a little huddle as Spike begins to give his answer.
Spike: Thanks Bubba for your offer, I however have to decline that thought. You guys are busy with the Uso's and I just want you to concentrate on that. Stacy and I have got this contract signing, we have some unfinished business with Ziggler that doesn't involve neither of you so once you are done with The Uso's, how about you rest up and head back home, or to the local bar, whatever you want to do because I don't need you tonight.
Bubba: Are you sure man? Can you really trust Ziggler especially with Stacy out there as well?
Spike: Hell no I can't trust Ziggler but I'm walking into Hell without the two of you so I can sure as hell sign my certificate that delivers me there to. Trust me, WE'VE GOT THIS.
Spike points to himself and Stacy as Stacy seems to nod her head, looking at the Dudley Boyz who look a little concerned. Bubba looks at Devon, kinda questioning what he thinks but we don't see anymore as the camera cuts to another place in the arena
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match. Introducing first
The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.
YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.
The crowd rise to their feet as they wait for the appearance of the Former Tag Team Champions. Surely enough, two figures emerge from the back, all dressed up in cameo gear with glasses on their head without the lens Devon runs to one side, doing the usual Devon stuff he does whilst Bubba stays dead center of the stage. Devon walks back to the center joining Bubba. Bubba has his glasses in his hand while Devon takes his off
Bubba points towards the ring as both Dudleyz start to run towards the ring, ignoring the fans bending over the side rails asking for a high five. They both slide into the ring, and taunt the sold out crowd.
Tony Chimel: From DudleyVille, weighing at a combined weight of 622 lbs. Devon and Bubba, The Dudley Boyz.
Tom Phillips: And how exciting is it that the Dudley Boyz have stripped themselves of that terrible bully gimmick and are back in the Camo tonight.
Graves: It might be great for nostalgic purposes but these are still the same Dudley losers they have always been. Shedding skin and going backwards never solved anything, and they are just lucky tonight is against the Usos.
The Usos make their way down to the ring to the delight of the sold out crowd as everyone loves the lovable losers who havent been losing all that much of late. Jimmy And Jey make their way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents from San Francisco California, weighing
Chimel is cut off because the Dudleys and the Usos dont want to wait for the match to start in the ring, as both Devon and Bubba exit the ring and go after their opponents. The two teams begin brawling at the bottom of the ramp to the delight of the NXT crowd. Bubba and Jimmy, Devon and Jay. Back and forth they go but it is the Dudleys who are bigger and stronger and get the advantage as in stereo both Dudleys knee Jimmy and Jey in the gut. Devon takes Jey and throws him head first into the steel ring post, while Bubba picks up Jimmy and drops him on the ring barricade snake eyes style. Devon then picks up Jey and throws him into the ring and both Dudley brothers follow him in. The bell at last rings.
Vs. 
Ding Ding Ding
Tom Phillips: The Dudley Boyz are off to an aggressive start here tonight, clearly intending to rectify their losing ways at the expense of the Usos.
Graves:It could also be the fact that their runt brother lost the International Championship, which now makes the entire family obsolete.
Bubba and Devon take Jey and throw him into the ropes, Jey comes back and both Dudleys grab him and drop him face first into the mat with a double flapjack. Bubba heads to the corner so the official doesnt get in his face and Devon picks up the Uso. Devon than sends Jey off of the ropes and when he comes back Devon connects with a spinning back elbow that knocks Jey down to the mat hard. Devon gets up and shouts to the crowd trying to get them into the match as they have been pretty quiet so far. The opportunity presents itself for the Usos as Jimmy slides in and when Devon turns around he picks Devon up and drops him to the mat with a big Samoan Drop. Jimmy gets up and begins shouting OOOO! Getting the crowd to respond SOOO, not realizing that Bubba makes the tag and pops into the ring. Jimmy turns around and charges Bubba only to be dropped with a powerslam from the former World Tag Team Champion.
Graves:Typical Jimmy, he does something right, but then proceeds to butcher it almost as quickly as he does it.
Phillips: Rough break for the Usos, and it looks like it may just get a little worse for them as they havent had much luck either since Jimmy lost the Intercontinental Championship.
Bubba heads over and tags in Devon as he gets to his feet and tells him to climb up. Devon goes up to the top rope and Bubba grabs Jimmy and spreads his legs. The crowd knows what is coming next. Bubba smiles Wasssssup! Devon responds with a WASSSUP of his own before leaping off the top and coming down head first in the groin of Jimmy. Devon spins around in excitement before making the sign of the cross. He turns and Bubba shoves him, this gets a nice pop from the crowd. DEVON! Bubba shouts, Get the Tables! The crowd responds in unison. But as Devon and Bubba turn, the Usos are up and connect with Superkicks on their opponents at the same time. Bubba and Devon hit the mat hard.
Phillips:And you can see clearly both teams struggling here in this match up. Neither team seems to be able to keep the momentum.
Graves:This happens when you have two teams completely out of funk like you do with Bubba and Devon as well as the Usos. It is tough to get out of a losers mentality, even when going up against another loser.
Phillips:I Would hardly call either of these teams loser Corey. In fact both of these teams are highly decorated, and just have had a run of bad luck. I do see what you mean however.
Jimmy wastes no time looking to put his team back in the win column as Jimmy heads straight to the top rope as Devon rolls into position for what he is planning. Jimmy is going to superfly, as he flies in the air looking to come down with a splash on Devon. At the last moment however Devon gets the knees up and Jimmy connects with them. The impact knocks the wind out of the former Intercontinental Champion who rolls around the mat in clear and obvious pain. Devon had been playing possum and motions for Bubba who has beaten down Jey on the outside of the ring to get in. Bubba rolls in and picks up Jimmy in a back suplex, Devon adds his neckbreaker, connecting and planting Jimmy to the mat. Devon goes for the cover.
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No! The former IC Champion gets the shoulder up!
Bubba and Devon cant believe it. The match is still going on and you have to wonder if the Dudleys confidence is now shot after such a near fall. Regardless these men are veterans and collect themselves quickly. Looking around to find Jey still laying on the floor and out. Bubba looks and Devon and without saying a word the two prepare Jimmy for the legendary 3D, Dudley Death Drop. Jimmy crawls over to the ropes where he uses them to get to his feet gingerly at least. It perhaps takes longer then the Dudleys expected as it allows Jey to slide into the ring and surprise Bubba with a superkick! Bubba goes down and Devon doesnt realize that Jey, not Bubba is right behind him.
Graves:Devon, brother, look behind you! Moron alert!
Phillips:Jey once again coming up big and is this it! Will the Usos finally defeat the Dudleys and get back on track.
Devon turns around to check Bubba before Jimmy turns around and is shocked to find Jey standing there. Before Devon can even think Jey lashes out and connects with a superkick to Devons face. It spins Devon around right into a superkick from Jimmy! After two superkicks square to Devons face, the former Tag Champ hits the mat out like a light. Jimmy falls on top of Devon.
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HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS: JIMMY AND JEY THE USOS!
Phillips: They did it! I cant believe they did it. Jimmy and Jey Uso have finally got the camel off their backs and managed to defeat the Dudley Boys.
Graves:Wow. This just confirms my suspicision that anyone claiming to come from Dudleyville is pure trash Tom. Maybe it is time for the old Dudleys to hang up those boots they look worn out!
Jimmy and Jey embrace each other in the ring after gettng a surprise and many would probably consider an upset victory. Without a doubt the Usos continue to prove the entire UWF Universe wrong. Jimmy and Jey may have just gotten one step closer to those Tag Titles as UWF NXT heads elsewhere.
The dark-church ambience ever-present, the smoke amidst; the End rises cross-legged from his position, and rises his cruel, cold gaze from beneath him, and stares into the camera
Aleister Black: When the world grows darker, I grow stronger. When misery arrives, I thrive. My name neednt an introduction, and Ive already begun my ascension to power. Bray Wyatt tries, begs, and pleads to suggest otherwise; that hes a more exaggerated of myself. But, the similarities are only means to a different end. I will grow in power, and he will waver in the face of adversity. I do not relent; I know no concept of mercy. I am the Master of Shadows for the mastery of myself and others, and there is no reason that I shouldnt ruthlessly press my advantage against you, Wyatt. Especially, when I have the strongest offense out of anyone in this entire company, with my background in both Kickboxing and Pencak Silat. Literally, my list of accreditations goes on, and on, and on.
The atmosphere lingers, as Aleister pauses. He speaks
Aleister Black: Tune in tonight, Wyatt. Pay attention. Watch, as the world burns, when I beat the man you couldnt last week. This will be a warning, a grim forecast for the events to come for you. You cannot run from me, and you cannot run from his will. I will paint the canvas red, and brutal violence will be made an art. Neither of you can run, from The End; neither of you can run, from a mortal cosmic entity.
The scene fades to black, as NXT rolls on.
As there's a break in the action, things head backstage to where Bray Wyatt is standing by.
Bray Wyatt: When this first began between us, I'll admit, I was intrigued by you and that's why I paid you a compliment on striking first. But the more time that passes, especially the time that's filled with you running your mouth, the more I find that the intrigue is gone and has been replaced with feelings like frustration. To hear you speak of yourself as possessing powers that rival mine really gets under my skin, man. It's even more irksome to hear you proclaim you're going to take my power away. Let me explain something to you, Aleister, you and I are not anywhere near existing on the same plain when it comes to power. What I can do exceeds what you can do in every imaginable way. Not to mention, you seem to think that my power comes from the Intercontinental Championship. It doesn't, possessing it simply puts me at a better vantage point to utilize that power. So to take my power, you're going to have to do far more than take ownership of the Intercontinental Championship. But I've got nothing to worry about, because you don't have what it takes to take either from me.
Of course, you write off every warning and addressing of fact as my desperate plea to convince you that I'm telling the truth, so I don't expect you to take anything I'm saying right now to heart. It's a shame, because if you simply listened, this would be a much less painful lesson for you to learn. But you stubbornly choose to ignore the facts and instead walk around here with an over inflated sense of self and a chip on your shoulder and because of that, this instead will be a very painful lesson for you to learn. That's fine, I have no problem making you sleep in the bed you've made, but I have to ask, exactly where does this all come from, Aleister? Do you really think it was that impressive to beat someone like Jervis Cottonbelly, man? Is that what put that chip on your shoulder? Is that what's got you feeling like you can play the "Eater of Worlds"' game better than him in his own stomping grounds? Because if so, that's pathetic. But if it isn't so, that's still pathetic, because no matter who you claim to serve or actually serve, no matter what you think you're capable of or are actually capable of, those things don't matter. You're still in Bray Wyatt's house, and in Bray Wyatt's house, there's only room for Bray Wyatt. Why do you think, "The Demon" Finn Balor is no longer here, man? Because just like you, he tried to exist in my world and do the things that I do.
At No Mercy, you're going to wind up just like him. Because while you claim to be the end, I am the end and the beginning. While you claim to be a cosmic entity, I am a universal one. And let's not forget the biggest thing that sets us apart, Aleister. You are a mortal, and I am a god. As for your match tonight with Kurt Angle, I'll be watching, perhaps from closer quarters than you expect. I want you to think about that, man, and never let it exit your mind because when there's beings like the, "New Face of Fear" around that have their attention on you, you never know when your number is up with them. Imagine the sweet irony of taking darkness, something you call a friend, and sweeping you up in it and letting it be the very thing that takes you down. Envisioning something like that is mentally stimulating to me, friend, it makes me smile because I know that, sooner or later, I'm going to make it a reality.
Bray laughs to himself as he turns and walks offscreen as NXT heads elsewhere.
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first... weighing in at 205 pounds... from Amsterdam, Holland... Aleister Black!
The End is here.
The Black cometh. Sludgy, gritty; Krownns most renown track, To Minas Morgul, begins to resonate throughout the arena, each note of the heavy bass like a part of a warning a warning to run. After casually glancing about, he makes his callous, remorseless walk down to ringside. Black routinely ignores all fanfare, despite the audiences fervent interest with cult-like levels.
Phillips: There's something about Black's presence that just commands your attention.
Graves: Yeah, people sure do like to stare at a freakshow.
Phillips: True, but there's something more to Aleister Black than that.
Graves: I won't argue that this guy is supremely talented. His methods, his style, his personality - sure, they're all unorthodox. But it works for him, and I can't fault him for that. Would I invite him over for Sunday dinner? No. Do I think he could be the next UWF Intercontinental Champion? I don't see why not.
Black sits cross-legged in one corner of the ring as he waits for his opponent to arrive.
Chimel: And his opponent... weighing in at 220 pounds... from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... Kurt Angle!
Kurt Angles theme blares through the PA system and the crowd begins to give the Olympic gold medal winner a standing ovation. Kurt comes down the ramp all smiles but stops at the top of the ramp way, the briefcase firmly in his hands. He raises the briefcase in the air as his pyro goes off. He then begins to make his way down the ramp and into the ring.
Phillips: As always, Angle is showing some immeasurable intensity as he makes the walk to the ring.
Graves: Mr. Money in the Bank facing off against the Number One Contender for the UWF Intercontinental Championship - we could very well be staring at the men who will be NXT's top stars by the end of the year.
Angle takes the steps up into the ring and hands his Medal and briefcase off before getting ready to go. Black, hardly paying any attention to Olympian, casually cracks his neck from side to side before pulling himself up with the ropes. Chimel bails and the Official calls for the bell.
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DING DING DING
Neither man hurries to engage after the bell rings. Though dueling chants spur them on, each competitor settles into a calculated feeling-out process as they circle the ring, sizing up another up as they look for an opening. Whatever words were spoken before the match, and whatever distractions or future goals might have been on their mind, their faces tell stories of complete focus on one another that suggest a professional respect between the two elite-level NXT wrestlers.
Angle, crouched low in his typical aggressive amateur posture, is the first to make an offensive advance. He dives in, hoping to hook Black's legs. The Dutchman snaps a quick kick up towards Kurt's face though, countering the advance. Angle avoids the shot, but has to abandon his shoot in doing so. This puts him just a hair off-balance, but that's enough for Aleister. The Cult-like superstar rushes in, clipping his opponent across the chest with a running knee. He then quickly grabs The Olympic hero around the neck, locking him in a clinch before firing off with a series of three more knees.
Phillips: Oooh! Some vicious knees from Black, who has an extensive background in kickboxing.
Graves: Yeah, but that pedigree doesn't run has a deep as Angle's wrestling expertise.
Shin connects with skull, each of the rapid shots harder than the last. Black looks to follow up with an Irish whip, but Angle counters, shifting his weight and thus the momentum as he ends up whipping Black across the ring. Aleister is forced full-speed across the canvas, and when he returns from bouncing back off the ropes, Kurt catches him with a bear-hug. Rather than trying to squeeze the air out of his foe, Angle hurls him overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex! The Dutchman soars him above Angle's shiny bald head, but using his stunning agility and perhaps the dark arts, he manages to execute a full flip and lands on his feet.
Angle sense the move didn't go as planned, so he hastily scrambles back up and turns around just in time to see Black's foot headed straight for his face. Kurt ducks underneath the early Black Mass attempt and hooks a leg to roll Black up for a cover. The Ref counts it...
1...
2...
No! Black powers out after two.
Phillips: It's gonna take more than that keep a man like Aleister Black down.
Graves: But like I said, Angle's superior wrestling technique it out-matching Black's kickboxing. That unorthodox style might be an advantage against anybody else, but Angle is in a class of his own, and I think this is a bad match-up for the Anti-Hero.
Black sommersaults back and springs to his feet. Angle stays low and dives right after him, and in doing so is able to secure a double leg take-down. He doesn't try for a pin attempt again just yet though. Instead, he transitions position to get around Black so he can sink in a headlock. Once his arm is wrapped the chin, Kurt squeezes as hard as he can to cut off the airflow. The typically stoic and reserved Dutchman grimaces while his face turns a darker shade, but hardly a sound escapes his mouth as he struggles to break lose.
Aleister fires a few swift elbows into Kurt's midsection, trying to loosen him up so he can shake him off. Angle decides to let go, but just so he can get into a better spot. With some lightning quick speed, he releases the chin, hooks Black's arm up above his head while stepping over the other, locking in a seated Abdominal Stretch. Judging by the look on Aleister's face, the maneuver rapidly takes a tool as it pull his torso and limbs in all the wrong directions.
Graves: And now Kurt is just pulling him apart on the mat. This is the perfect gameplan.
Phillips: It seems like Aleister Black might not have an answer for Angle's wrestling prowess.
Tom has spoken too soon! Desperate to break the hold, Aleister opts to simply tilt his body back. This pushes Angle over, effectively making a cover! The Ref counts it...
1...
2...
Angle gets a shoulder up, but keeping his submission more or less intact, he uses that to transition from having his back on the canvas to driving Black's shoulders down, making a pin of his own...
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2...
Black kicks out with authority, so much so that breaks free from Kurt's hold! The Dutchman rolls away and gets to his feet, wisely creating a good amount of distance between himself and the Olympian.
Phillips: Smart move by Black to make some space. He'll need it.
Graves: The last place he wants to be is back down there mat-wrestling with Kurt. A catch-as-catch can contest does him no favours.
Kurt is feeling confident. You can tell by the look on his face. It just screams it. Silently. Frownily, even. It's intense. The Pittsburgher doesn't waste much time trying to get his hands on Black again, but now the former is ready for him. As Kurt shoots in, Black sidesteps and connects with a massive snapping kick to that bald head on the exit!
Angle stumbles sideways, not entirely sure what just hit him. But he shakes it off, turns and sees Black circling around the ring, not in any hurry to tangle up. Kurt nods, amping himself up as he once again tries to come after his opponent. But as Angle tries for a double-leg, Black sprins up and connects with a bicycle knee strikes right to his face. It's like a head-on-collision between speeding cars, but of course, the face feels it a lot more than the knee. Angle recoils, tripping over himself backwards while the Dutchman runs and completely levels with with a Nakamura-esque running knee to the head.
Kurt goes down hard, perhaps even unconscious, but Black is only just getting started. The Intercontinental Contender reaches down, pulls Angle back up and hooks his arm around his head before pulling him up vertical to deliver a massive Brainbuster! The crowd, though divided in their support, pop hard for the stunning move. Angle's head hits canvas in a straight dead drop. His eyes roll back into his head as Black makes the cover...
1...
Phillips: Huge Brainbuster from Black!
2...
Graves: A win over one of the best Intercontinental Champions in history would be a huge statement here!
But no! To the surprise of all and relief of many, Angle gets a should up just in time! Black, betraying the rare emotional response, actually looks shocked, but that doesn't last long. He gets right back to work, once again pulling Angle to his feet as he lines him up for the Black Mass!
Graves: Well if that wasn't enough, this sure will be.
Phillips: The Black Mass has quickly proven to be one of the most devastating maneuvers in the world today.
Black goes to nail the spin kick, but Angle comes to life jun in time and ducks underneath! With Black's back to him now, the Gold Medalist grabs him, hooking an arm and a leg to hit the Angle Slam! Before he can drop Aleister with it, though, the Anti-Hero hits him hard across the head with his free elbow and then slides off the back.
Pushing Angle away, Aleister once again goes for the Black Mass...
WHEN THE LIGHTS CUT OUT~1
The lights comes back on maybe ten seconds later. Angle and Black are staring at each other in the center of the ring, not sure what's going on until they look around. The Wyatt Family surround the squared circle, and Bray Wyatt is right behind Black!
Phillips: The Wyatt Family? What are they doing out here?
Graves: Just returning the favour from last week, I imagine. Black may have bit off more than he can chew when he went to war with the Wyatts.
Harper and Rowan hop on to the apron on either side of the ring, drawing Kurt's attention away. Black turns around just to get kicked right in the stomach. Bray catches him as hes doubling over, then folds him back, smiles, kisses his forehead and then destroys him with a vicious Sister Abigail!
The Official has, who, like a coward, has already abandoned his post and is hiding by the timekeeper, calls for the bell, ending the contest becaue of the interference.
DING DING DING
Your Winner as a result of a Disqualification...
Aleister Black!
At least Tony Chimel is still doing is job. Always the professional. Angle, not at all happy about taking the loss on a technicality, immediately goes after Wyatt, slugging away with some stiff punches. He gets a few good ones off before Harper, Rowan and Strowman all scramble into the ring and pull him off. With the other two holding him in place, Strowman downs Angle with a giant chop to the head.
Phillips: This has gone too far! Where's security?
Graves: Security? You really think anyone wants to get in there to try and stop these monsters?
Harper and Rowan pull Angle back up, but he's hardly conscious now. Wyatt, holding his aching jaw, stands up and walks over, and boy does he look pissed. All signs indicate that Kurt is about to suffer the same fate as Aleister Black. The crowd are booing at the top of their lungs, but with Black down and out, there's nobody to save Angle.
It would take a miracle, now. Something extraordinary. Something....
Phenomenal.
Graves: Looks like Angle's done for. He had a good career and if you ask me, he-
That eerie organ rings out through the PA, all building to a stunning explosion. A hooded figure walks out on to the ramp and looks up to reveal himself.
It's the legendary AJ Styles.
Graves: This is the second time he's interrupted me this week!
Phillips: AJ Styles is back and he's here to even the odds!
The legendary former multi-time world champion smiles and runs full speed down to the ring. He Brock-leaps on to the apron, grabs the top rope and uses it to catapult himself through the air. Strowman goes to stop him but eats a Phenomenal Forearm for his troubles. The blow hits so hard it actually sends the giant tumbling backwards over the far ropes.
Rowan goes after Styles as he lands down on the canvas, but AJ bounces right back up and nails him with a Pele Kick. Like Braun, the red-bearded wonder spills through the ropes to the floor below. Harper comes in next, but takes a kick to the gut, a spinning backfist and then a nasty superkick. He too, gets sent out of the ring.
So that just leaves AJ and Wyatt, starting across the ring at each other. Styles smiles and lifts his palms up, flashing his signature pose before splitting his hands apart. Its a threat. Somebody's gettin' a Styles Clash tonight.
The crowd are jumping and screaming, unable to believe what they're witnessing. Bray looks like he might just accept the challenge, but then notices Aleister getting back to his feet. Angle does the same. He's surrounded.
Bray looks around, a nervous glare becoming a twised smile. All three men are about to go after him, but as soon as they take a step forward, the lights switch off again. The darkness linger for a moment, but when the power returns, the Wyatt Family has vanished. Styles looks around but can't find a trace of them anywhere. Black and Angle stare across the ring at each other, but their fight is over, at least for now. The fans are cheering for all three men - for the next contender for the UWF Intercontinental Championship, Mr. Money in the Bank and the returning UWF legend, AJ Styles. NXT continues elsewhere.
We are taken backstage to a nondescript area where Paul Ellering is standing by, all smirky and malevolent.
PAUL ELLERING
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the era of des--
Suddenly, a hand grabs Paul Ellering's shoulder, and the camera pans to reveal Dolph Ziggler.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
Hey Paul. Sorry to interrupt your... monologue? Anyway, I just wanted to make sure that you did that thing I asked you about. You know, that favor you were owed? Did you call it in? Because you might not realize it, but I really need that guy tonight. I mean, I'm dealing with some serious shit here. Dixie Carter. Spike Dudley. Contract signing. This is the biggest moment of my professional career since I was robbed of my Wrestlemania moment and dammit Paul, I want it to be perfect!
Ellering looks at the camera and rolls his eyes, then turns his attention back to Ziggler, who seems none the wiser.
Of course, Dolph. Everything has been taken care of. Your destiny is to be World Champion, the Authors' destiny is to bring the pain to all who stand before us and my destiny... is to make sure that the three of you want for nothing. And so that is what I've done. Tonight, you will have the assistance you require, and it will be from none other than--
Again, Ellering is cut off, this time by a "shhh"-ing Dolph.
Don't say it, man. The camera's on. Spoilers. God!
Ziggy then stalks off, leaving Ellering alone once again with the camera.
All right, where was I? Right. Welcome to the Era of Destiny! For too long, great talents have been denied their opportunity to shine. No longer. This week, my Authors of Pain confront and rid the UWF of more dead weight, in the form this week of the infamous duo... Headcheese.
Ellering looks disgusted just at the name of the pair. He shakes his head, raises his hands and opens his mouth as though he is going to say something else, and then stops himself.
I can't. It's just too ridiculous. Cut. Cut, I said!
The feed ends and we are taken elsewhere.
We see Sinister Minister in the backstage where the light are mostly red, then we see the lights flicker on and off, and suddenly we see Snow and Prez covered in "blood" kneeling one knee facing towards the camera. Then we see Minister "blessing" the boys with his stick, and then speaks towards the camera.
Sinister Minister: ....As I shall bless these men in blood... they shall end up destroying The Authors Of Pain, and taking a few pages off their books. They shall turn the arena into a crimson red, with a mixture of blue veins popping towards the fans in audience. I, Sinister Minister... shall lead them for one night of pain, misery... and the wraith of Headcheese.
Then we see Snow holding HEAD who also got "blooded" and he wispers into it, as Prez tuants the camera with a pieces of shirts that wrapped onto his signature barbie. Then Minister says his finial word.
Sinister Minister:.... Authors Of Pain, Paul Ell--whatever his name is... you will end up being dominated by the most psychotic team that NXT has even witness on for the past years. Tonight....
Then the screen fades to blood red, as he laughs evilly.. until the next the segment comes on.
We hear the rift of the song, and the duo walk out to the ring. The walk towards the apron of the ring, and they just stood there looking at the entrance way. Then the arena lights goes dark red, and smoke fumes and out the fumes the arena give a mixed jeers for Sinister Minister to walks down to the ring and the duo extend the ropes for James to enter the ring.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Father James Mitchell, Al Snow and Steve Blackman, Head Cheese!
They enter into the ring, and stand behind James, posing until their opponents come out.
That ominous opener leads into the driving anthem of the reviled Authors of Pain. Paul Ellering emerges from the back looking all business, with Rezar and Akam flanking him. The trio march to the top of the ramp, Akam and Rezar looking like they're ready to wreck shit. Ellering eyes the crowd through his black sunglasses, smirks and shakes his head as he rubs his hands all businessman-like, then heads down the ramp with his Authors in tow.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Paul Ellering, at a combined weight of 620 pounds, Akam and Rezar, the Authors of Pain!
Akam and Rezar enter the ring while Paul stays at ringside. James Mitchell exits the ring and the ref calls for the bell.
VS
DING DING DING
The dead Prez himself walks around the ring, ready to get this thing started. Akam tries to intimidate him by getting up in his face but Steve Blackman is a multiple time former Hardcore Champion and backs down from no man. He decks Akam right in the face but the big man just turns back to him with an angry look. Steve doesn't care one bit, opting to kick him in the gut this time and Irish whip him into the ropes. I guess I should say he tries to but the big man is far too powerful and sends Blackman instead. Steve comes back with a clothesline but it barely phases the Author of Pain, simply shaking his head at Blackman's failed attempt. Blackman tells him he's going to go again and turns to the ropes but he ends up thrust kicking Akam in the gut to drop him to a knee. Blackman follows up with a DDT and a pinfall attempt.
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A kickout at 1! Blackman lays the boots into the downed Akam before going over and tagging in Snow. Akam is already getting back to his feet and so Headcheese grab him and toss him to the ropes. He manages to come back and take down both members of Headcheese with a double clothesline! Ellering nods his head in approval on the outside with a grin on his face as he looks at James Mitchell. Akam goes over to tag in Rezar who comes over and picks up Blackman, throwing him out of the ring like a piece of trash. Akam picks up Snow and it looks like they're going to end this quick as he sets up for a russian leg sweep. Rezar runs over for the clothesline but Snow manges to push Akam into Rezar to eat the clothesline instead! Rezar turns around and eats a dropkick that stumbles him and send him falling through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Tom Phillips: Nice veteran move there by Snow to know exactly when to throw Akam at him.
Corey Graves: Snow and Blackman have been at this a long time but one smart move doesn't make up for the sheer disadvantage they're at here.
Tom Phillips: Headcheese are former Tag Team Champions Corey, if anything it's the Authors of Pain who are at a disadvantage having only been in one match since arriving.
Corey Graves: Maybe if this was a hardcore match you'd be right but right now I'm looking at two behemoths with a brilliant mind in their corner. The AOP is undefeated!
Tom Phillips: This is their second match!
Rezar ends up landing on his feet but he's still a bit off balance. What he doesn't notice however is that Steve Blackman is running over and manages to slam him back first into the steel ring post! He ends up falling down to a knee though, refusing to lay down and so the Dead Prez helps him with a Bicycle Kick to the face! Rezar is out but Ellering comes over and acts like he's going to do something to stop Blackman. Steve gives him a crazed look and James Mitchell comes over to ward him off. Blackman tries to lift the dead weight of Rezar into the ring but it's too much and so Snow goes out and helps him. Together they roll him into the ring and Snow goes for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Akam breaks up the count! He's yelling in whatever language he speaks as the ref forces him out to the apron. Snow drags Rezar over to his corner before climbing up the ropes. He looks back to double check before taking off with a Snowsault! Rezar gets his knees up however and Snow flops around the ring trying to breathe. Rezar slowly tries to make his way over to his corner but Snow tags in Blackman first who comes running over with a diving elbow drop to the back. He picks up Rezar but the big man just shoves him away and tags in his partner.
Blackman motions for Akam to come on and the big man listens, trying to take Blackman's head off with a clothesline. The Dead Prez is quicker than him though and manages to dodge it, throwing some shots to the mid sections and dodging various swing attempts but Akam. The Author of Pain however manages to catches one of Blackman's shots with his arms and grabs the other one as well before just straight headbutting Blackman in the face! The Dead Prez stumbles around and Akam picks him up over his shoulder and hits a powerslam! He stays on top of him for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Blackman kicks out at 2!
Corey Graves: I told you the Authors of Pain would get back in this.
Tom Phillips: Yes but it took them awhile. Headcheese are a well oiled machine and nothing beats experience.
Corey Graves: I'll tell you what can beat experience, two giants.
Rezar is starting to stand back on the apron and so Akam tags him in a directs traffic a bit. Rezar lifts Blackman up for a sidewalk slam while Akam runs to the ropes and comes back with a big boot, kicking Steve in the side of the head and spinning him out into the sidewalk slam from Rezar! Rezar stays on him for the pin but Snow comes in to try and break it up right away. Akam however catches him before he can reach Blackman and uses his power advantage to practically carry him away and slam him into the corner while the referee counts.
1 . . .
2 . . .
But Blackman gets the shoulder up! The Authors of Pain are angry now, pacing around the ring while Ellering tells them to finish it. James Mitchell gets in Ellering's face and the tow men start yapping away at each other until Ellering puts his hand on Mitchell's face and shoves him away. The crowd boos Ellering as he turns to tell the AOP to get back to work. Rezar picks Blackman back up and sets him up for The Last Chapter but suddenly cheers are heard as the Dudley Boyz come through the crowd and get up in Paul Ellering's face. Akam rushes out to his aide and the Dudleyz back off a bit but stay in striking distance. Rezar is looking out at the commotion as is the ref and so Blackman catches him with a school boy!
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2 . . .
3 . . ..
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Steve Blackman and Al Snow, Headcheese!
Blackman rolls out of the ring quickly before Rezar can retaliate and him and Snow quickly head up the ramp. Rezar looks out to Blackman but instead goes out of the ring to where the Dudleyz are. It doesn't take long for an all out brawl between the teams take place while Ellering gets the hell out of there. multiple security offers come running down the ramp to break apart these men who won't stop fighting.
Tom Phillips: It's absolutely chaotic down here! While we look to restore some order, here's a package for NXT newest signee.
As nxt continues on, the audience in the arena are suddenly drawn to the big screen as the sound of bagpipes fill the arena. As the video plays it pans out on a lovely green mountain top, sunshine in the sky and the cheery whistling of a man walking by with his dog. With a purposeful cough off camera, causing the shot to move towards him, Drew McIntyre stands smiling. He is dressed head to toe in the finest of clothes, from his expensive looking suit, all the way down to his blue shirt with the top two buttons opened. He nods to the camera as the audience immediately begin to cheer and applaud the unexpected appearance of the former 'Chosen One'
Drew McIntyre: UWF, it's been a while. It's been a while since a man of my calibre has graced this screen. It's been a while since a man of my talent has stepped foot inside a nxt ring, infact, it's been too long......
A sly smirk crosses the face of McIntyre as he chuckles under his breath.
Drew McIntyre: .....and it's going to be even longer! You people think I'm going to waste my reemergence into the world of pro wrestling in a city like yours! You think I'm going to show up to a town like that wearing a £1000 suit like this! Drew McIntyre has been signed exclusively to NXT, that's a given, but Drew McIntyre does things in his own time and at his own leisure! I'm a big fuckin deal boys and girls! I was the hottest free agent out there! You don't understand the hoops the management there jumped trough to get my John handcock on a contract! So here's what's going to happen, I may show up live and in person next week.......then again, I may not. I may choose to stay in my beautiful country rather than fly over to America, first class of course, paid for by the UWF to wrestle Infront of you in-bread scumbags!
McIntyre pushes his hair out from this front of his face, grinning still from ear to ear.
Drew McIntyre: When I do finally show up, I'm putting that whole roster on notice. From Jimmy Uso all the way through to Dolph Ziggler! The Chosen One is back and by God I'm better than ever. I'm here for one thing and one thing only.....Money! Shit don't get my wrong iv got loads! But too much money ain't ever enough money! So I'm coming for your spotlight, I'm coming for your glory and most importantly and I'm coming for you gold!
We now head to the next segment, where we see Pete Dunne sitting in front of a blue background and it appears that the Bruiserweight needs to say a few more things before the actual match happens.
Pete Dunne:
See, I was right. It took me just a few weeks and here I am - I'm in the goddamn main event of this show and I have a championship match at No Mercy. Am I stoked for those events, am I surprised? No. Not at all. I knew it all along, in fact, I told you so the very first time I've appeared in NXT, in UWF. And there's much more to come. All of this? This is just the first step of many, many more to come. Wrestlers keep telling the world how they feel about this and that and how there is a point that they need to prove in order to achieve something, they do it literally every week. But.. There isn't a particular goal for a wrestler like me. That's what makes me who I am. That's why the roster still can't figure out how to stop me.
Pete pauses for a moment.
Tonight, it will be Kevin Steen. At No Mercy, it will be Baron Corbin and the Hardcore Championship and they'll all fall and fail to retain their dignity and in Corbin's case - his title. Because, no matter what you do, no matter how badly you're invested in belittling me, no matter how hard you try to put me down, you'll all fail. Right now, the entire UWF federation lies at my feet. Bring anyone you want, any champion, present or former, but you won't.. stop.. the Bruiserweight. Many have tried, all of them failed. I'm not a deity, I'm not a god. I'm just a man who grapples like a demigod. A man who's not a hero, or a villain and a man who doesn't give a damn about who you are, what you are and what is your agenda. I just face people and then I defeat them, it's as simple as that. And there's not a single possibility, not a single thing that could possibly change that. So, this is my message to the rest of the UWF roster. Watch me tonight as I destroy Kevin Steen and then go and sit in the corner, cry your eyes out, because eventually, I'll destroy you too.
Pete smiles as the segment ends.
The titantron switches from the UWF NXT graphic to a live feed from backstage. Kevin Steen is shown in the locker room, preparing for his match with Pete Dunne in the main event. There's a knock on the door, but no time given to answer as The Young Bucks just come right on in anyway.
Steen: What if I was naked?
Matt: What if we were?
Nick: What?
Matt: Huh?
An awkward silence lingers for a moment.
Steen: So, what's up guys?
There's clearly something on the Jackson brothers' minds. They look a bit upset, even worried.
Nick: Kev, you know we love you. Heck, you're the third brother we never had... well, you're like if one of the other Jacksons became a wrestler and developed a French-Canadian accent and somehow broke the family curse and was able to grow a beard.
Matt: But we gotta ask, and we need you to be honest...
Kevin shrugs casually, keeping calm despite the tone of the lead-in.
Matt: Did you... did you turn babyface?
Nick solemnly shakes his head while Matt looks like he might puke after saying the word.
Steen: What? Babyface? Me? It's like you said, I'm French Canadian. Never once has a Quebecois been a true stateside babyface. It's just impossible.
Matt: Don't act like you haven't heard the cheers!
Nick: Yeah, you're a tweener tilting the wrong way... at best.
Steen: Well, what can I say? People seemed to really like the way I beat the hell out of EC3.
Matt: We're not getting any of that rub, though.
Again, Kevin shrugs.
Steen: Maybe you should've kept The Boar around. The kids loved him.
Matt: Ugh. No way. That dude smelled like latex and taco sweats.
Nick: The Chikara way.
Matt: Besides, if Kevin Nash's career taught us anything, its that if you can't get over as face by being a totally awesome heel, then you're just a chump.
Kevin pats the brothers on the shoulders comfortingly.
Steen: Look, maybe with Ethan Carter gone, I've been in a better better mood and I dunno, people can relate to that or something. Who knows? But I'm still the same old me. And we're still the same old us. The Oceanic Six-Man Tag Team Champions, right? That's for life. Or until the company demands its stolen property back.
I'm no getting soft, and if you don't believe me, just wait and see what I do to Pete Dunne tonight. Oldschool violence, I promise. After that we can slam some In-N-Out and tweet Jim Cornette your best spotfests from five years ago. Sound good?
Kevin puts up the Too Sweet hand sign and the Bucks Too Sweet him back. "Mr. Wrestling" smiles, nods, and walks off to start his matches. The Bucks stay behind a second longer, exchanging worried glances. NXT continues elsewhere.
The snarling riff. The thunderous thump of the drum. Godzilla. As the lead-line kicks in, Kevin Steen casually paces out on to the ramp, eyes scanning the crowd. There are still some boos amidst the cheers, but suffice it to say that popular opinion on the former International Champion has changed for the better as of late. Kevin nods confidently before heading down to the ring.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Marieville, Quebec Canada, weighing in at 266 pounds., Kevin Steen!
"Mr. Wrestling" doesn't high-five any of the front-row fanboys, and once in the squared circle he doesn't stop to pose. Steen is all business tonight and just waits for his opponent.
Pete Dunne's theme starts playing and the crowd immediately shows their unending hatred, although some might call this a mixed reaction. Judging, however, by the fact that the majority of the audience is actually booing, it seems that most are on Steen's side tonight.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Birmingham, England, weighing in at 205 pounds, He is the Bruiserweight, Pete Dunne!
Pete emerges from the curtain onto the entrance ramp pretty pumped and hyped, full of himself, traditionally. He might say that he doesn't care, but everything seems like he is actually pretty excited about this contest. You can see the drive in his eyes and the way he acts. He heads right into the ring and the ref does the pre match check ups before calling for the bell.
VS 
DING DING DING
Steen and Dunne stare at each other, the hostility practically radiating off these two individuals who have never competed against each other before. They slowly walk up to one another, talking trash in each other's face until Dunne throws the first punch. Steen retaliates right away and soon enough, it's a back and forth brawl with neither man giving an inch. The bigger and more powerful Steen gains the upper hand against the Bruiserweight, backing him into the ropes and shooting him off. Dunne holds onto the ropes and so Steen runs over but eats a back elbow to the face. Dunne runs forward and knees Kevin in the stomach so hard that he falls to a knee. Pete grabs Steen's arms in a double undertook but Kevin twists out of it, keeping a hold of the arm and bringing Dunne in for a massive short arm clothesline!
Corey Graves: If these two are just going to continue beating the hell out of each other, this may be my match of the year.
Tom Phillips: Both men very confident, neither one wanting to back down.
Dunne is trying to shake the cobwebs but the longest reigning World Champion in UWF history picks him up right away. He grabs him in a front headlock, perhaps going for a DDT but Dunne runs forward and pushes Steen into the corner. Kevin still has the headlock in however so the ref tries to break them apart. Kevin releases the hold and slowly puts his hands up while Dunne slowly picks his head up at the same time before just smashing Steen in the face with a forearm! He brings him out of the corner and follows up with a European uppercut that drops him on his ass. Dunne then hits the ropes and comes back with a diving clothesline to take Steen out. He then goes for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Steen kicks out! He tries to get up right away but Dunne keeps him in check with a falling elbow drop to the back of the head. Steen stills tries to power through but Dunne grabs him in a side headlock, refusing to let go. Steen picks him up for a back wholes but Dunne flips over and lands on his feet. He hits the ropes and comes back into a clothesline by Steen but manages to duck under it. He comes back full force and hits a clothesline on Kevin but it's not enough to take him down! Dunne goes back to the ropes and comes back with another clothesline that once again just staggers Steen. He takes off for one final time but this time just stops in front of Steen and slaps him in the face! Steen's face is emotionless but you can tell he's pissed. He turns to walk away but Dunne grabs him by the waist and manages to pick him up for a german suplex bridging him into a pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Steen gets the shoulder off the mat but Dunne hangs on and stands back up with him. Kevin throws some elbow to the back of the head to breaks the waist lock and then looks to run to the ropes but Dunne grabs him by the back of his shorts and pulls him back to him, hitting a quick saito suplex and dropping him right on his head! Kevin doesn't stay down long, instead crawling over to the ropes but Dunne taunts him by washing Kevin's face with his boot. Kevin tries to picks himself up by the second rope but Dunne comes over and puts his knee on the back of Steen's head, choking him out until the ref counts to 4. He backs away with his hands up an a smile as the crowd boos the hell out of him.
Corey Graves: I love the cockiness of this kid. Reminds me a bit of myself in my younger days.
Tom Phillips: Let's hope he sticks to wrestling because the last thing I need is two of you.
Corey Graves: You should be so lucky Phillips!
Steen is hanging over the second rope coughing but Dunne walks back over to him and chokes him out once again. This time after a four count the referee gets right in his face and tells him to knock it off. Dunne blows him off and goes back to Kevin but Mr. Wrestling surprises him with a superkick! Dunne however just stumbles around the ring, refusing to fall until Kevin grabs him and throws him into the ropes. He ends up coming back and getting popped up into a powerbomb! If that wasn't enough, Steen jumps up high into the air with a senton, all 266 pounds coming down hard on Dunne before pinning his shoulders to the mat.
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Dunne kicks out! Steen doesn't want to waste any more time. He picks Dunne up and goes to hook his arms and legs right away for the Package Piledriver. Dunne however fights it off by dropping to his knees. Steen just clubs him in the back over and over and tries yet again but Dunne won't give in. Steen just picks him up in a powerbomb but Dunne punches him in the head a few times to throw off his balance. Steen ends up walking backwards to the ropes where Dunne falls over and hurrincanrana's Steen to the outside! Dunne manages to sty on the apron and measures Steen, yelling at him to get back up. Once he does, Dunne runs at him and jumps off with a senton but Steen manages to catch him upside down! In a show of strength, he lifts Dunne back up and powerbomb him on the apron! He throws Pete back in the ring and follows him in, going for a pin.
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Dunne kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Pete Dunne with a kickout after a brutal powerbomb on the apron!
Corey Graves: That's how you know Kevin Steen feels threatened. He's not just out to win, he's trying to make sure Dunne never thinks about crossing him again.
Steen looks down at Dunne and just smiles. He heads out to the apron and starts to climb up to the top rope. He jumps off with a frog splash but Dunne gets his knees up in time! Steen is keeled over and so the Bruiserweight gets back up to his feet and puts Steen's head between his legs. He smiles before hooking his legs and arms, looking to put away Steen with his own finisher. He's got a cocky smile on his face but can;t quit get Steen up. Kevin ends up breaking his grip and flips Dunne over with a back body drop. Steen just straight knees him in the face, taking a page out of Dunne's playbook and positions him for the Package Piledriver. This time he's able to lift him up and spike him on the head! Dunne's body lies lifeless while Steen lays over him for the cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Kevin Steen!
Steen gets up and yells excitedly. He looks back down at Dunne and shakes his head laughing before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp while the live feed heads elsewhere.
TALK IS JERICHO BABY
TALK IS JERICHO
TALK IS JERICHO MAMA
TALK IS ME
Chris Jericho: Alright. Welcome to Talk Is Jericho, the pod of thunder and rock and roll. I've got a special guest in studio today. He is the President of the International Olympic Committee. He is Thomas Bach, and he will be the one to give me my 1996 Summer Olympic Gold Medal. Welcome to the show, Thomas.
Thomas Bach: Thanks for having me, Chris.
CJ: Now, you were not President of the IOC until 2013, but you'd say Kurt Angle earned his medal in '96, right?
TB: Yes. That would be true. He won the Gold Medal in wrestling with, as he says, a broken freaking neck. I was really impressed by his performance.
CJ: So you think that if somebody beat him, that person should be the rightful owner of the medal?
TB: Well, maybe. But that's now how this works. He won that medal 20 years ago. You can't just demand it be awarded to you for winning a match not sanctioned by the IOC. Had you given us a call about it sooner, we might have gotten an agreement together.
CJ: So you're just not going to give me the thing I deserve? Do you know what happens when you don't give Chris Jericho what he earned and deserves? Do you know what happens?
TB: Chris, I don't care.
CJ: Thomas Bach, President of the International Olympic Committee... YOU JUST MADE THE LIST!!!!!
TB: I don't care.
CJ: Get out. Now. Nobody disrespects Chris Jericho like that.
TB: SECURITY! Get rid of this menace.
CJ: Menace? MENACE!? I'LL SHOW YOU WHO THE MENACE IS...shit. it's real security guards.
Chris Jericho: I still don't get why I need to take a mug shot. I'm literally getting bailed out in a few hours anyway.
Police Chief Spinelli: Sorry, Chris, but we have to do it.
CJ: Fine. Just get it over with.
PC Spinelli: Smile.
PC Spinelli: Alright. You're free to go.
CJ: That quickly? Who bailed me out?
Thomas Bach: Hey, Chris. I brought you a medal. It's a replica. There's no way I'll give you the real thing now. I hope you learned your lesson.
Chris Jericho: You're damn right I learned my lesson: Never invite you on my show again, you son of a bit-
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We head back to the ring where a table is currently in the middle of the ring with two chairs on either side.
Tom Phillips: And now ladies and gentlemen it is time for the contract signing for the International Championship match.
Still garnering a mixed response since people aren't so quick to trust her, Dixie Carter comes out all smiles and heads straight down to the ring. She wastes little time, picking up the mic and starting to speak.
Dixie Carter: How are you folks doin' tonight! I hope y'all are as excited as I am because this match is going to be huge. Spike Dudley vs Dolph Ziggler in a Hell in a Cell. I think I'm gettin' tha hang of this GM thing! So without further adieu, let me introduce to you the former International Champion, Spike Dudley!
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
Dixie announces Spike and almost instantly, his theme music plays over the stadium. Spike and Stacy come out onto the ramp, looking all business as the crowd really get behind them. They both look out into the crowd before they begin their walk down to the ring.
They have no time for anything tonight as just both slide into the ring, not even giving the fans the chance to see Stacy's trademark entrance. Spike gets to his feet, walking over to the table, having a quick look over the contract before he puts it down. Stacy however walks over to Dixie, shaking her hand as Spike stands behind the table ready to go. Stacy joins him as he stands to her side. There's considerable buzzing in the crowd now, the fans getting anxious for this signing to get underway even though only one of the two men involved has arrived. Then, suddenly, the house lights are cut and a single spotlight illuminates the center of the stage, right at the top of the ramp. A man steps into that spotlight: it's legendary ring announcer Michael Buffer!
Buffer is carrying a microphone, and he brings it to his mouth to speak.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. It is my genuine pleasure to introduce to you today the single greatest World Champion in the history of the UWF. He is Wrestling Weekly's Sexiest Man in Wrestling for the third consecutive year and was voted Most Improved in Wrestling Observer. From Hollywood, California and weighing in at 218 pounds of raw sex appeal, he is the UWF International Champion... Dolph ZIGG-LER!
The fans are booing like mad already as the UWF International Champion emerges through the curtains, the title worn proudly around his waist. He turns around as though he is about to perform his signature hip gyrations, but then he spins back around to face the crowd and straight flips them off, somehow raising the heat by another few degrees. He grins at this, then trots down the ramp, his icy eyes already sizing up Spike as he jogs up the ring steps, enters the ring and walks across to a corner, unfastening his belt and climbing that corner to hold it high overhead. This action rouses another chorus of boos.
Ziggler then climbs off the turnbuckle, walks across to the table and thumps the title down beside the clipboard where the contract sits, giving Stacy her customary wink and then Spike the customary ice-cold murder face before looking to Dixie, his arms folded in the classic, 'Can't tell me nothing' pose.
Dixie Carter: Well now, I didn't know that was in the budget for this segment but luckily I'm rich darlin'! So as you two know, I've already made this match official but you know, legally I have to get you two to sign this contract and so I thought this would make a neat little segment. I'm purty sure this is a brand new concept, me being in innovator that I am but before we get to signin' things, do you fellas have anything to say? We'll start with you Spike.
It's now time for Spike to speak, to give his thoughts on this massive match that's confirmed as he does just that, beginning to speak.
Spike Dudley: So rumor has it that tonight, I can say whatever the hell I want. It's only a little rumor but then again, what would be different to any other night. I've never really had much of a filter, it's only because I have some respect for myself I hold a little back.
Spike eyeballs Ziggler, not taking his eyes off him as he continues.
Spike: Tonight though, it won't be much different. I don't really know how these Contract Signings work, I've never actually been in a match big enough to warrant one but from what I can gather from the past ones I've seen, what happens is I talked about how I'm going to kick your ass, your going to talk about how you are going to kick mine and then someone blindsides someone and it's all out carnage.
I'm not opposed to this happening. It sounds like a perfect little old night for Uncle Spike Dudley so how about I get my part out of the way so I can fall asleep whilst listening to your bit and then I get to fit a little beating in on you.
Where to start, where to start? Well, as we all know, Vengeance wasn't a great night for me. It was the complete opposite of night for you Dolph. We all know what went down, you were too good for Uncle Spike Dudley. I can't blame it on AOP coming down as they never actually touched me and well, that would kind of make me a hypocrite wouldn't it so I won't do that. I can't blame it on my lovely sweetheart who I fought for at Vengeance because it was I who got distracted by her, not the other way around. I can't blame it on the referee because of a fast count or a shoulder being up. I have no one to blame but myself. It isn't all blame though, some level of feeling should go towards you for being too good for me.
As much as it kills me, you finally broke your streak of coming second and it come at the cost of my title. You were too good on the night but I know I can beat you. I can feel it in my bones, I can feel it in my skin, I can feel it with every fiber of my body, that I can beat you. I know full damn well that I can pin those shoulders to the mat and regain my title.
That WAS my main objective. At Vengeance, I gave you all a little promo. I told you Dolph that you shouldn't make it personal but you did, repeatedly going after the love of my life. Last week, I got a little bit of revenge against you along with my brothers but before that, Dixie announced that I get my rematch in a Hell In a Cell Match. When those 5 words came out of Dixie's mouth, I went empty inside. Everything drained out of me. A little bit of fear came over me, not because anything you could ever do to me but because of the unknown. I have no idea what it's like to be stuck inside The Devil's Playground. It changes people, it shortens not just careers but lives, I have seen it break people. People that I thought were the strongest mentally, has reduced them to withering messes. People who I thought were physically superior, it has twisted and bent them out of shape. I don't know what to expect but I know to expect the worst from this structure.
Do I know why Dixie wants you and I to go head to head in such an environment? No, I can't say I do. What I can say is though that this is the hand I have been dealt. This match is no longer about just the title, this match is no longer just about getting retribution for the verbal abuse you have slung at my angel without wings, this match has come to be about survival as well and isn't it ironic, Survivor Series was our first taste of each other. Isn't it ironic that it has come full circle to a match where the winner will be the one that can survive this match. This match was made to test us and I'm ready to be tested.
I'M GOING TO HELL DOLPH, I GUARANTEE YOU WILL BE COMING WITH ME
Spike yells this, beginning to shake a little as he stares into the eyes of Dolph. He shakes his head, thinking about speaking again..... but thinks better of it as he throws the microphone behind him. Stacy has a mixed look on her face as she doesn't know what's going to happen as Spike grabs the pen, flipping the contract open and he signs it without taking his eyes off Dolph. He stands back up as Dolph simply glares at him, shaking his head.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
Is that the best you've got, Spike? "I'm going to Hell, and I guarantee you will be coming with me?" Really? I mean, I know you're not the brightest bulb in the box but come on, man. That's about the most cliche thing you possibly could have been said. Seriously. Of course I'm coming to Hell with you... we're about to fight in Hell in a Cell.
Ziggler pauses and shakes his head as he looks at Spike with an expression of pure, condescending disappointment. He then looks down at the contract and smirks.
To be perfectly honest, though, Spike... this whole thing, it kind of just makes me sick to my stomach. I mean, I already proved I was better than you not once... not twice... but literally every single damn time we step into this ring together. At Survivor Series, I was the reason our team won the match, not you. But you didn't believe me or so you pretended, until we next shared a ring and you took advantage of my hard work to retain your International Championship by stealing my pinfall victory over Kevin Steen. Still, I held out because I knew that the moment I got my man-to-man, one-on-one shot with you that I was owed for my record-setting Royal Rumble victory, I'd show to the world exactly who I am and what I'm capable of. And what did I do? I won the UWF International Championship, I did it handily, and I did it by exposing you as the one-off Cinderella story you always were and always will be.
So, Spike, I'm not going to take any pleasure in this little rematch, because frankly, I've got better things to do with my time and there's a half-dozen men on this show alone who would make better Number One Contenders than you'll ever be. But I'm not the one who calls the shots, and thanks to that fat Canadian Kevin Steen, the guy who ordinarily calls the shots is on the shelf, so we're left with Desperate Housewife Number One, Dixie Carter, and it's right back to the Old Way of Doing Things. You know, the old, 'You lose the belt you get an instant rematch' method. Well, fine.
Ziggler glares at Dixie as he rants, takes a good moment to make her uncomfortable under that glare, and then turns his attention back to Spike.
You know what, though? This rematch doesn't even need to happen. The world's already well aware of which one of us is more gifted than the other, which one of us has more heart, which one of us has all of the go and which one has all of the show. The fact of the matter is that I am the best thing going for this brand, this company, Hell, this whole damn industry and the only reason why I agreed to this match is because I get one-on-one access to you, locked inside a massive, Hellish steel structure from which there is no escape until one of us is victorious. And it's not going to be you, Spike. In fact, you're going to come to rue the day Dixie even booked this rematch because they're going to have to peel me off of you to break things up. By the time I finish with you, you're not going to have a pulse, Spike. It's just like with Steen... I'm not in this to prove anything, I'm not in this to win a championship already did that now I'm just in this to finally put you on the shelf. To retire you once and for all. And you wanna know a secret?
Ziggler pauses, then lowers the mic and gestures for Spike to get a little closer. The littlest Dudley looks at Ziggy like he's mental, so Dolph starts stepping a little bit closer, all the while still motioning for Spike to lean in. Finally, Spike starts to lean closer, and that's when Ziggler springs to action, hopping back a half-step and unleashing a superkick!
POP!
The entire crowd erupts in heat, but not because their beloved Spike Dudley has just been kicked in the face. In fact, though Spike recoiled and braced for impact, he opens one eye after half a heartbeat and watches it all happen in slow motion: Stacy springing to action, moving between Spike and Dolph, and taking that superkick in his stead, straight on the nose! Stacy flies two feet through the air and crashes on her back, her nose bleeding, the fans booing, and Spike reacting as any sane man would by dropping to her side to attend to her. Dolph has a satisfied, smug-as-shit grin on his face as he sees the damage he has caused, and he trots over to the table, picking up the clipboard with the contract. He grabs the pen, he inks his name on the dotted lines, and then drops the clipboard back on the table with a thud. Then he grabs his belt, slings it over his shoulder and looks over it at Spike, who is still kneeling by Stacy as ringside attendants and Dixie tend to her.
See yah at No Mercy.
Dolph tosses the mic over his shoulder and makes his exit as the fans continue to boo him.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Usos vs Dudleyz - SBS
Corbin vs Jericho - Crann
Angle vs Black - Fauche
Headcheese vs AOP, Dunne vs Steen - Danny