Post by Danny on Aug 25, 2018 0:37:48 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: It's the go home to No Mercy and I can't wait to see Spike get thrown all around the Hell in a Cell and possibly end his career.
Tom Phillips: Oh come on now, I personally think Spike we prevail since it's just the two of them.
Corey Graves: Are you an idiot!? That's like saying Steve Blackman has a shot in the main event.
Tom Phillips: Let's not forget, Blackman took Kevin Steen to the limit the last time they faced off. Other than that though we got your favorites the Usos taking on the new team of DIY.
Corey Graves: They better beat those losers or else they don't deserve to be in the big leagues.
Tom Phillips: The Bullet club collides tonight as AJ Styles takes on Finn Balor plus Drew McIntyre takes on Spike Dudley. Speaking of which we apparently got an exclusive interview with Drew McIntyre himself.
We cut quickly to an angry voice backstage. There is loud and angry shouting getting closer and closer. Drew McIntyre walks into the shot of the camera on his mobile phone, clearly pissed off at something or someone.
Drew McIntyre: Spike Dudley? I mean come on! When I hired you as my agent I expected things to move quicker than this! I don't give a shit if it's been two weeks or two fucking days mate! You told me if I signed with this Mickey Mouse organisation, I would be the face of the company, I would be the champion! Instead iv been hit with Jimmy Uso and now Spike Dudley! Get this fixed or you and I are finished!
Drew throws his phone angrily to the floor causing it to shatter, he turns and glares at the cameraman, now alerted by his presence. He walks up and grabs the man by his throat
Drew McIntyre: Don't you ever, and I mean EVER eavesdrop into one of my conversations again or I'll shove that camera down your fucking throat! Do I make myself clear? Good!
A loud slap is heard as McIntyre slaps the cameraman hard across the face, dropping him to the ground, before dusting himself down and walking away sniggering.
The camera is backstage and we see Pete Dunne sitting on a box, all by himself, he doesn't have a match tonight, so he's probably just minding his own business. That is, until a female interviewer approaches him.
The Interviewer: Pete...
Pete looks annoyed.
The Lady: Pete, I'm sorry for interrupting you, but the world is wondering - what happened? You've been featured on every single NXT since you've arrived to the UWF, and now we're hearing that you're in jeopardy and we haven't heard from you since you've lost the match against Kevin Steen. Can you address this situation?
Pete looks at her with stone cold eyes. With a poker face.
Pete Dunne: Lady, first of all, I told all of you, at least a million times that you are simply not allowed to interrupt me while I'm preparing or training.
The Lady: From what I have seen, you were just sitting and thinking, so I thought it was fitting to approach you. Now back to the original question.
Pete Dunne: If you're interested in what's happening, if you want to know what's going on that desperately... I don't care. I guess you should want more, or something. You can't give yourself the liberty to tell me what to do. Nobody gets to do that. And if you really want to know more, keep watching tonight's show and you'll know. Like everybody else. Goodbye.
The Lady: One more question Pete--
Pete Dunne: I said, goodbye.
Dunne turned around and slowly walked away as the cameras head elsewhere.
The ominous song orchestrated by Shamans Harvest plays through the speakers, as the audience dont even hesitate to boo. The Chosen One appears from behind the curtain, his long coat draped open, as he looks plentifully confident heading into this contest.
Tom Phillips: Drew Mcintyre: cocky, confident, and exceptionally talented.
He walks slowly down to ringside, swinging up his large, long leg up onto the cliff of the ring, and helps himself up. He opens his arms out wide for the crowd, and the audience immediately boo. He smugly grins, entering the ring, he enters his corner.
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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.
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
The crowd rise to their feet as a superstar comes out to the public eye. The crowd go berserk as only Spike Dudley comes onto the stage. Spike looks out into the crowd, pointing out to the them, whilst putting the 3D sign in the air. He smacks his stomach and begins his walk down the ramp, not looking in a good mood.
The fans lean over the rails, asking for high fives with Spike listening, granting the fans some slaps before he begins to run and slides into the ring. The fans are still cheering for the smallest of the Dudleyz as he climbs the turnbuckle. He once again slams his chest with his clenched fists.
DING DING DING
Tom Phillips: Here we are. Dudley, Mcintyre. Mcintyre has taken Spike lightly thus far and well see if it costs him.
The match starts off with both Dudley and Mcintyre circling each other. They circle each other once, until, Drew breaks stance, stands upright, and grins smugly. He shakes his head at Spike, opening his arms out wide for the crowd to take him in to show boat, Mcintyre, with his back turned, Dudley comes up from behind with a quick roll-up! The ref dives for the cover.
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And, Drew kicks out!
Tom Phillips: And, Drew with the kick out.
Corey Graves: As much as he was a disgrace to have for a champion, Spike Dudley cannot be taken lightly. Hes won too many matches with that mentality in play.
Tom Phillips: Come on, he was not a disgrace! But, I agree with the rest.
Drews quick to kick out, and even quicker to get to his feet. Theyre both up at the same time, but its Drew, surprisingly, with the sleight of hand, as he runs over Spike with a ruthless big boot! Spikes head bounces off the ground, as Drew brings him up to his feet, and literally tosses him into one of the corner. Drew appears to be heated and angry after what was almost an upset. Unrelenting in his offense, Drew places Spike in a standing armlock whilst theyre in the corner, and sends a ribcage rattling knee to the smaller stomach of Spike; the size of Drews knee and Spikes stomach are identical in size. Drew sends another knee into the stomach that has Dudley cry out, along with the armlock synced in. After a five count, the ref forces the break up.
Corey Graves: Again, Drew needs to be careful here; hes letting his anger get the best of him.
After the referee is just about finished checking in with Spike, Drew comes running back at Spike with a massive clothesline whilst hes in the corner. However, Spike quickly sidesteps the clothesline by cleverly dropping under the bottom rope to roll out of the ring. Drews large body collides with the ring post corner, and as hes stunned for a moment, Spike trips the legs of Drew, and pulls his groin right into the ringpost! The audience even cheers it, because Drews egotistical, and he wasnt taking Spike seriously earlier.
Tom Phillips: Ow! That has to hurt!
Spike Dudley then climbs the top turnbuckle, and as Drew has somewhat pulled himself out, and is utilizing the ring ropes to get back up to his feet, Spike Dudley delivers a double footstomp to the chest of Mcintyre! Mciintyres head dribbles off of the canvas as hes hit with the maneuver, and appears to be out of air with uncontrolled breathing. Dudley pulls the much heavier Mcintyre just far enough away from the ropes for the pin
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But, Mcintyre kicks out!
Spike stays on him, by quickly strapping in a headlock. The surprisingly resilient Drew is even quick to rise to his feet, whilst the headlock is in effect. With his breathing finally under control, Drew forcefully wrestles his way out of the headlock with his strength, and lifts Spike up into an Oklahoma power slam position, and Spike can only wiggle around for a moment before hes brought back down with a spine-shattering powerslam, dead center in the ring! Drew covers by placing a foot over the chest of Spike Dudley and flexes Chris Jericho style
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But, Dudley kicks out!
Tom Phillips: He really needs to be careful with that.
Corey Graves: I was a little antsy about it at first, Tom, but I think Mcintyres got this. Were at back to back two counts now, and Drew just delivered one offensive maneuver that took Spike Dudley three.
Drew Mcintyre grabs the chin of Dudley, and lifts him up onto his knees; Come on, little man!, screams the Chosen One, into the face of Dudley, as he slams him face first back down to the floor, and punts him in the stomach while hes down. This gets some major heat from the crowd, and the reaction is so deafening, its feared that audience members will start throwing food and drinks at Mcintyre. Mcintyre punts Dudley one more time in the stomach, and Dudley ricochets from the impact, and is sent sprawling onto his stomach. Spike clutches his stomach from the pain, and as Mcintyre tries to stomp hard unto the sternum of Dudley, Spike catches the boot of Mcintyre, and has a bewildered, angry look in his eyes
Tom Phillips: Uh, oh!
Corey Graves: Well This is interesting.
Drew stands one-legged for a moment, as Dudley twists the leg, and rams his elbow in between the joint of the knee, that has Drew yell out in pain for a moment, as hes forced to limp away for a moment. However, as Drew limps back, Dudley decks Drew with a wheel kick, and as Drew rises up to get back at him, hes sent down back down with a standing crossbody from Spike! Drews a bit hesitant to get up this time, and when he eventually does, hes met with a springboard missile dropkick from Spike to the chest. Drew is sent down to the canvas, but utilizes the ropes in one of the corners to rise to his feet.
Tom Phillips: This isnt looking good for Mcintyre! Hes in Spikes sights for the Dudley Dog!
Corey Graves: Come on, Drew
Dudley comes running at Drew, looking for the Dudley Dog, but as Spike actually manages to run into the corner, and wrap his arm around Drews neck, along with springboarding off the ropes for the finishing bulldog of the Dudley Dog but Drew doesnt go down and instead keeps spinning around with Spike on his shoulders, violently spins out Spike, and plants him spine first to the canvas with a Blue Thunder Bomb! Drew goes through with the pinning predicament
Corey Graves: And just like that! Hes back in it!
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But, Spike kicks out!
Tom Phillips: My god!
Spike looks nearly out of it from a devastating, spinout Blue Thunder Bomb from McIntyre, as he rolls over. Again, McIntyre brings Spike up to his knees, screaming profanities into the face of Spike as he toys him for a moment. Eventually, Drew decides to bring Spike up to his feet, and appears to be looking for the Future Shock DDT with his Spikes arms nearly hooked. However, Spike wigs one arm free, and actually turns the one hooked arm of Spike, into an armlock against Drew! Drews sent into a temporary state of shock for a moment from the sudden pain, but thats all it takes, when Spike quickly guides the arm of Drew into one of the corners, hastily hooking his arm around the neck, and connecting with the Dudley Dog from almost out of nowhere! Spike pins
Corey Graves: Wait, wh!
Tom Phillips: Dudley Dog! Dudley Dog!
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Corey Graves: Damn it!
DING DING DING!
AND YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH,
SPIKE DUDLEY
Spike runs around the ring for a moment, hopping up unto one of the ring posts as the fans cheer widly! Spike hops back down for a moment, as the official raises his hand for the camera and the audience to see. Stacy also raises the hand of Spike, which causes the audience to cheer even louder.
Tom Phillips: Drew is incredibly talented, but Drew underestimated Spike, and thats what cost him. Hats off to Spike, as he heads into No Mercy with a win over his shoulder.
Corey Graves: Eugh. At least Dolph's got this.
Spike continues to celebrate with Stacy for a moment, as NXT rolls on.
The action transitions to the announcers, showing both Corey Graves and Tom Phillips standing by ready to give an announcement.
Corey Graves
It's been about a month since Vengeance, our last Pay Per View and NXT has been plowing forward full steam ahead. With No Mercy on the horizon and beyond that, the G1 Climax tournament starting soon after things are only going to heat up from here on NXT!
Tom Phillips
That's true partner, but there's on man who we likely won't be seeing competing in the G1 Climax.
Owen Hart.
After Owen's brutal Three Stages of Hell match with Baron Corbin, he was rushed to a nearby medical facility for treatment of a myriad of undetermined injuries. Our team of doctors and trainers didn't have any time to diagnose Owen's injuries on the spot and elected for him to be rushed straight to the hospital and be treated there. It is our understanding that since Vengeance, Owen has NOT left that hospital and is still undergoing treatment for what we can only assume was a severe and possibly career ending injury.
Corey Graves
Owen had done the impossible before, but coming back from that many career ending...and almost life ending in some cases... injuries is no easy road. It's a miracle he's been able to compete in the UWF at all, let alone how many times he's done it. Plus the man had his big Wrestlemania moment against CM Punk. It's no International Championship, but having your hand raised on the Grandest Stage of Them All is a major accomplishment. I wish Owen a speedy recovery, both physically and mentally, but if that match against Baron Corbin was his last ever match, well what a way to go.
Tom Phillips
Well said Corey. But now we go from the past to the future as later tonight, two independent wrestlers in Tommaso Ciampa and Johnny Gargano get an opportunity to showcase their talents here on NXT against one of the foundations of NXT, The Usos. Let's see what these two promising talents had to say about their big match.
The screen transitions to a short animation of the NXT logo before it shows a new scene, that of Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa in the midst of talking.
Tommaso Ciampa
Look, I don't know nor really care whether there's an In-N-Out Burger in the area. My focus is on our match tonight and yours should be too.
Johnny Gargano
My focus is on our match tonight, however I am also curious about the local eateries and where I can get a good burger in this town for after the match. You're always so serious and out for blood, sometimes you just gotta relax and get loose. There's nothing else we can do to prepare for this, we just gotta go out there and take it. All of those months since that tryout have led us here, now's not the time to overthink this and mess up.
Tommaso Ciampa
And now's not the time to UNDERthinking this. Yes it's The Usos, the duo that loses to the English language every time they speak, but we can't take anything for granted. All of those tryouts where someone just barely passed us by only to go right on through that revolving door. How many people got signed after a tryout and were right back at the next tryouts because they just weren't hungry enough? I'm sick of seeing that when you and I both know that all we need is that one shot. So I'm going to focus on this match because this is my...our opportunity to make this dream a reality.
Ciampa has an intense look on his face as he speaks, looking towards the camera all the while. When he's finally done, he looks towards Gargano who has been making a ridiculous face the whole time. Ciampa looks taken aback and unsure of what to say at this, which gives Gargano a chance to speak.
Johnny Gargano
See what you miss when you're so focused? You laser in on this threat, but doing that keeps you from seeing the big picture. What if the spot you're looking isn't where they're showing their weakness? Focus is good, but too much can be detrimental. Just the same as a lack of focus. My weaknesses are your strengths and your weaknesses are my strength. We balance each other out pretty well man. When we get into that match, just remember you aren't out there fighting alone. I'm right there behind you when you need it. This isn't like all those tryouts, where you're all alone in a crowd trying to stand out. Remember what would happen any time you fell and reached out for someone to pick you up? Everyone, including the two of us, would say the same thing.
Ciampa looks at Gargano as they both speak at the same time.
Gargano and Ciampa
Do it yourself.
Johnny Gargano
Everyone was so focused on making themselves look good that if someone fell, we just looked at them as one less threat to worry about for our own goals. Our work ethic was born from that "Do It Yourself" style of thinking. But now, we've got backup. Two guys hungry for that opportunity that's right in front of us and for once it doesn't matter which of us reaches out and grabs it, because we both get to taste it in the end. So get loose Tommaso, keep your eye on the prize but be ready to glance back at my hand, ready to pick you up when you fall. It's time to show the world what we can do as individuals.
Tommaso Ciampa
And that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Thanks for the pep talk Johnny, now let's get this done. And afterwards? Burgers on me.
With that, the duo walks off as Johnny has a giant grin on his face as NXT transitions on.
As this new energetic rock song hits the PA system, the crowd instinctively rise to their feet to catch a glimpse as to who this song will accompany. The crowd now cheers as two men exit from behind the curtain and walk onto the stage.
Tony Chimel:The follow tag team match is scheduled for one fall! introducing first, Tomasso Ciampa and Johnny Gargano, DIY!
Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa do their best to pump the crowd up but their main reactions come from the few members of the crowd who know of their work in the independents. They don't seem too bothered by this and make their way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans before sliding into the ring and getting ready for their debut match.
The Usos theme hits and the crowd cheers loudly as they make their way down the entrance ramp.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents, Jimmy and Jey, The Usos!
Jimmy and Jey slide into the ring and get on the turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. They hop down and discuss who should starts things off, Jey opting to go first and so Jimmy heads out onto the apron.
DING DING DING
Johnny and Jey walk up to each other and Johnny extends his hand out for a shake. Jey shakes it as a show of respect and the two men starts to circle around one another to begin the match. They tie up right away and Jey gets Johnny into a side headlock. Gargano quickly pushes him back into the ropes to shoot him off but Jey comes back to take him down with a shoulder tackle. He then runs towards the ropes but Johnny flips over onto his stomach and rolls to the ropes to have Jey jump over him right away. Jey continues to run and when he comes back off the ropes, Gargano hits him with a dropkick to the face.
Jey ends up rolling out of the ring, holding his face but Johnny measures him, running towards the ropes and diving out of the ring with a suicide dive! Jey gets knocked into the barricade but Johnny quickly picks him back up and tosses him into the ring. Jey crawls over to the corner while Gargano slides into the ring. Jey manages to pull himself up[ and turns around only to see Gargano running at him full force. Jey makes the split decision to superkick him in the jaw! Gargano goes down hard and Jey falls on top of him for the pin.
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Gargano kicks out. Jey picks him up right away and brings him over to his corner to tag in Jimmy. Jimmy comes in and gives Johnny the old samoan headbutt to keep him down. He then lifts him onto his shoulders and walks to the middle of the ring, taunting Tomasso, about to hit the Samoan drop. Johnny however wiggles out behind him and shoves him forward, Ciampa decking him with a stiff forearm shot to the face that stumbles him backwards into a superkick to the back of the head by Gargano! Not yet satisfied, Gargano picks up Jimmy and places him on his shoulder. He runs forward and throws Jimmy head first into the top turnbuckle like a lawn dart. He then opts to tag in his partner.
Tom Phillips: DIY really trying to make the best of their opportunity here on NXT.
Corey Graves: If they can't beat the Usos, they don't deserve to be in NXT.
Jimmy is crawling around trying to reach out to his brother but he's far from him. Tomasso calmly walks out in front of him and just laughs. He picks up Jimmy into a front facelock. He gives Jimmy a few knees to the gut before flipping him over with a double underhook suplex. Tomasso is all smiles, slapping Jimmy in the head as he tries to get back to his feet. Unfortunately for him, this only seems to fire up the Samoan. That doesn't stop Tomasso from continuing to slap him, just increasing the intensity. Jimmy finally blocks a slap and fires back with a few punches to the head, managing to stagger Ciampa back into the ropes. Jimmy walks away and yells out, all fired up and getting the crowd pumped but when he turns around, Tomasso hits him with a jumping knee to the face! Jimmy hits the mat and his eyes look glazed over until Ciampa throws his head into the mat as he hooks both legs for the cover.
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Jimmy kicks out at 2! Tomasso brings him back up but Jimmy is practically dead weight so he ends up just falling back down to the mat. Tomasso just laughs and tries again to get him up but it's takes quite a bit of effort. It appears Jimmy might have been playing a bit of opossum however as he catches Ciampa with an inside cradle!
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Ciampa kicks out! Not only that, he's furious that Jimmy almost ended his dreams of being in UWF right there. He tarts stomping away at him over and over again. Jimmy tries crawling to the ropes and huddling up but Tomasso just won't stop. The referee makes a quick count to 4 and even then he has to forcefully remove Tomasso from out of the corner.
Tom Phillips: Tomasso needs to watch out or he may ruin this opportunity for himself.
Corey Graves: Trust me, if EC3 hears Tomasso badly injured Jimmy Uso, I think he'd give him a full contract without hesitation.
Tomasso finally calms down and has his hands up. He walks back to Jimmy but Jimmy kicks him in the knee to drop him. He quickly turns around and climbs up the ropes real fast to deliver a whisper in the wind to Ciampa! Ciampa looks slightly dazed but shakes it off and starts to crawl towards Johnny. Gargano tels him to make sure Jimmy doesn't tag out first so he turns back but Jimmy has already made the tag! Jey comes in and picks up Ciampa, throwing him to the ropes and popping him up on the rebound with a samoan drop! Jey is hyped up, riling up the crowd that he doesn't notice Tomasso roll to his corner and tag in Gargano before heading to the outside. Jey just sees him outside and runs to the ropes but Gargano cuts him off with a spear into the ring! Jey holds his stomach while Gargano goes for the pin.
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Jey gets the shoulder up! Johnny grabs the arm that got off the mat and flips him over onto his stomach before hooking in the Gargano Escape! Jey has got nowhere to go. Jimmy comes back into the ring but he sees Tomasso get on the apron. He's quick to superkick him down to the floor but Tomasso lands on his feet. Jimmy slingshots himself out though and hits him with a plancha! Jimmy is all fired up as he goes straight to the top rope. Gargano sees this but pulls harder, looking to make Jey tap out before Jimmy and can do anything. Jey hangs on though and Jimmy leaps off with the Samoan Splash onto both Gargano and his brother! All 3 men get hurt but Jimmy tuns Gargano over as well as places his brothers arm over him for the pin.
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Tony Chimel:Here are your winners, the Usos!
The Usos get their hands raised and celebrate while DIY have their heads in their hands after missing out on the opportunity. The Usos help them to their feet though and raise their hands as a sign of respect which draws cheers from the crowd and the live feed goes elsewhere.
As NXT returns from its last match the camera shows Finn Balor walking out from his locker room who is stopped by Renee Young who wants to ask him some questions about his opponent tonight
Renee Young:Finn Balor, The UWF universe was in shock after hearing that you would be returning tonight, and to face off against you former mentor Aj Styles would you say that it is a dream come true for the UWF universe?
Finn Balor has a smile on his face before replying to Renee Young as she hold the microphone up to his lips
Finn Balor: Well Renee, I would say that it is a dream match. Probably even a match that Aj Styles and I couldn't wait to have. But this match will be one for the ages and maybe even a Match of the year candidate.
Finn smiles at Renee as she asked yet another question
Renee Young: Finn, now to some serious questions. Do you think that you will be able to beat Aj Styles knowing that he was the one that helped you improve your wrestling skill, or do you just think that this will be an easy win for you?
Finn Balor's smile quickly came off of his face as he gave his response to Renee young.
Finn Balor:Well Renee,you know I have respect for Aj Styles. He's won multiple championships here in UWF, and no I don't think this will be an easy win for me. But it will be a win because I will scratch and crawl my way to a victory tonight and if I fall short of doing so... then it would just be a learning experience from one of the greats here in UWF..... But if I win then you should be calling me one of the greats in UWF.
Finn Balor walks off after his last words leaving Renee Young
Renee Young: Well, back to you Tom and Corey
Renee Young stands there smiling before the camera cuts to the the ring for the next segment.
We're back on NXT and the fans in the arena suddenly shift to emitting some massive hatred. That is because of the theme that started blaring through the arena's sound system.
The notorious drumbeat filled every inch of the arena and Pete Dunne, the hated man himself, emerged from the backstage area with a championship belt in his teeth.
It's not exactly the Hardcore Title, but it's very similar to it. He posed with it, the fans are confused, because this is not what the title looks like. Not exactly. Pete let go of the title and he took it into his hands, raised it high above his head and put it on his shoulder. As he came closer to the ring, a crew member approached him and handed him a microphone. Pete once more put the belt between his teeth and climbed the top turnbuckle to embrace and enjoy the hatred hes getting from every single fan in the arena. He put the title once again on his shoulder and looked again at the fans.
The music slowly stopped playing, Pete put the title on his shoulder and brought the microphone closer to his mouth as he started speaking.
Pete Dunne:
You're confused, aren't you? Where did Pete Dunne get this title? The match never happened! The match itself is in jeopardy, according to the news outlets, right? That's what you heard. And thats also something that does not concern me one single.. bit. So first of all, the match is not in jeopardy. It never was and it will never be. If I bloody earned something, then bet your last piece of clothes that I'm going for it. Bet your everything, your life on the fact that if I engaged in a contest for something and then I won it, I will not let that be in vain. Was I clear?
The fans boo him some more.
Good. That's the first thing. Now, what the world wonders more than that is what the hell is this championship belt on my shoulder. Before you wonder anymore, no, it is not the Hardcore Title. But it will soon be. This here is a custom title belt that I wanted tailor made so it reflects my prestige. The match has not happened yet, but we all know the outcome. Come No Mercy, when I face that idiot Baron Corbin, I won't break a sweat, I'll just devour him and desecrate his "legacy" in the middle of this very ring. And trust me, he won't hold that Hardcore Championship anymore. Which brings me back to this championship belt that I have over here. This championship belt that I brought here is my very own vision of what the title will look like after I claim ownership of it. Rightfully. This championship belt is your peek into the future. This championship belt is what the future of UWF looks like. What Baron Corbin holds now does represent some championship legacy and what Baron Corbin holds now does represent fruitful effort and hard work. But honestly, it looks like a piece of trash. It looks like garbage put together.
The fans in the arena chant "Asshole" because he's disrespecting a championship of their favorite federation.
Oh shut up. I'm neither devaluing that championship, nor am I disrespecting it. What I am saying is that it's LEVELS under my prestige. And that will change. Just like everything changes. While I kept the heart of the championship belt just as it was, I made sure it looks like a proper wrestling title. Because it needs to reflect who I am, it needs to reflect my legacy and it needs to be something that will represent both me and what my presence means. What the Bruiserweight Pete Dunne stands for. It took me less than two months to get to this point where I am. It took me less than two months and less nerves that it took anyone in the history of this federation to establish a standard, a measuring bar for EVERY single wrestler present on both rosters of this company. Almost no one could figure out how to stop me. For the entirety of my tenure in this federation, I was undefeated. Unpinned. Yes, I did lose a match against Kevin Steen, but honestly, who cares? It sometimes happens.
Pete gets booed again and a small "loser" chant breaks out.
I'm not building my career on an undefeated streak, do you think that I'm that cheap? An undefeated streak doesn't define a wrestler of my quality, I've just been mentioning it every week because I knew how much does it piss you off to know that a person deeply hated by you is unstoppable and you cannot do a damn thing about it. I've been wrestling for years and years, do you think I haven't lost a single match? Wake up, this is the real world, we win and we lose, but only some of us are winners and the rest are losers. I know for a fact that I am the only winner in this federation. Look at everyone else, just look at them. Regardless of whether they've won or lost matches - none of them remained true to what they claimed to be. All of them changed, adapted, succumbed to the pressure. They became different people. Adapted new monikers and gimmicks, they denied all they proclaimed to fight for and became the very thing they hated. Yes, the future is ahead of me, ahead of us, but who cares?
The fans are silent for once, because they're actually listening to Dunne's words.
I'm 23 years old. There are people, even in this very federation who have been wrestling for way longer than I am alive, but does that make them credible? Does that make them likable, respectable? Hell no, it bloody doesn't. They never remained true to whom they are, no, to whom they were. They disappointed themselves, but they will never admit that. I don't just walk around and hate people because I have mental issues, or because I'm a depressed little idiot. I hate what today's wrestling stands for. I hate the fact that it's full of hypocrites who ruin the legacy of what it stands for. They, and the most of you idiots scold me for occasionally bending the rules to my profit, so what? Who cares? If it's what I stand for, if I do what I do in order to actually be successful and unstoppable, who cares? If it actually gives me enough credibility to call myself unstoppable, who is anyone to judge me? If you want to judge me, every Wednesday night, you'll find me in this ring you see right here and any of you can come and try to stop me. Just try, I won't stop you. I'll just twist every single muscle on your body and break your teeth, and THEN pin you.
Hatred for Dunne.
What I just mentioned is what I fight against. That is what drives me to be the best wrestler you'll find in this federation, in any federation, in all of wrestling... in the world. That... and the fact that simply, no one is better and as long as I don't hang my boots, I guarantee you that no one will be. You'll just have to make peace with the fact that I am the future. It's not just something that I'm saying to make myself interesting, it's an actual fact. I am the sole, undisputed future. In less than two months, I've earned a championship match. At No Mercy, I will win that championship and give it credibility like no one ever did. I will make the Hardcore Championship the most wanted thing in all of wrestling. Children will dream of holding it. And that's not all. I'll continue facing other disgraces to this sport and I will keep defeating them. One by one. If anything becomes an obstacle, so be it, I won't overcome it, I'll destroy it and go further. I'll win more championships and repeat the process. I will bring prestige to this sport once again by desecrating everything bad, everything atrocious that happened to it. I'll also conquer it at the very same time. And you're stupid if you decide to side against me, because if that's the case, newsflash, since less than two months ago, you're on the losing side.
Pete smiles, takes the replica belt and poses with it once again, of course, the title hangs from his mouth as he bites it with intensity. His theme starts playing once more and he confidently heads back to the backstage area as NXT goes elsewhere.
The titantron switches from a view of the in-ring action to a blank, black screen. The crowd doesn't seem to notice this and pays it no mind until a single lightbulb at the top of the screen is switched on. The room is bathed in a dreary, orange light as the lightbulb is clearly near the end of its life. The light of the room shows an ornate mirror dead center of the frame. The walls are a light color, possibly white but hard to tell in the orange light. Footsteps can be heard in the room, but nothing can be seen in the mirror. Soon a silhouette appears from the left side of the screen and reaches up to the lightbulb, with his arm definitely in view of the mirror and yet, still nothing is reflected. With the lightbulb in hand, the figure crushes it, bathing the room in darkness.
The screen remains like this for a few moments before the room is illuminated by a new lightbulb. Here we can see the white walls of the room clearly as well as the mirror. But the light begins to dim and flicker. When the light turns off and back on, we see the mirror is now gone, just the holes in the wall where it once was. Off and on again and now we're met with a grisly sight.
The once white room is now entirely red. But not with paint, it's red with what appears to be blood. Dripping down the walls and pooling on the floor. The fans in attendance that are squeamish look away at the sight before the light flickers again one last time. When it comes back, the room is still coated in fresh blood, but now there's a message written by hand in the blood, so the words are a harsh white against the red background:
THERE WILL BE
NO MERCY
NO REMORSE
ONLY BLOOD
With that, the figure returns from offscreen and grabs the lightbulb again crushing it causing the NXT graphic to appear on the titantron as NXT rolls on.
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. On this episode, I will be going through my picks for the upcoming No Mercy PPV this Sunday, but first, a special guest. Please welcome my new girlfriend Stacy Keibler.
"Stacy Keibler": Hi, Chris.
Chris: Stacy, you don't look so good. Are you ok?
"Stacy": Yes. I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
Chris: You just look... different. Here, I know what'll help. Come here and give me a kiss.
"Stacy": No. That's not necessary.
Chris: Come on. Don't be shy. Pucker up.
"Stacy": (in a regular man's voice, undisguised) You know what? Fuck this. Fuck you.
I'm tired of this shit. I'm getting the hell out of here.
Chris: Babe! Stacy! Come back! Well, shit. I guess now would be the time to place my contractually required advertisement.
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Alright. We are back with my No Mercy preview.
Act II, Scene I: The Card.
The matches are:
Ankle Snapper vs. Soccer Mom
The Owner of All(c) vs. The Stupid Brit
The Eater of Foods(c) vs. The Flying Dutchman
The Greatest of All Time vs. Captain Cannonball
Ziggy Stardust (c) vs. The Underdawg
Act II, Scene II: The Predictions
The word of the day is momentum. I believe that will be a key factor in all of the matches at No Mercy. Here are my official predictions:
AJ Styles wins
Aiester Black wins
Pete Dunne wins
Dolph Ziggler retains
Act II, Scene III: The Preview
As you can tell, I left out my match against Kevin Steen. That's because I wanted to give a full preview of it. Some people think I have a chance against the longest reigning International Champion in history, others write me off as a pretender rather than a contender. Personally, I think it will be match of the night. I think we will both give it our all, but in the end, I've got momentum on my side, as well as being a better technical wrestler. If it is an actual wrestling match, I'll have the advantage. If it becomes a brawl or an all-out fight, I'll probably have some trouble, but in the end, this match is just a speed bump on my path to the top, The Ascent of Jericho. Drink that it, maaaaaaan.
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As the smoke goes away on the stage we see Finn Balor holding his arms out while wearing his signature leather jacket, Finn Balor makes it midway down the entrance ramp as he walks the lights flicker along with the beats of his theme he throws his arms up as a spotlight is put on him
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Bray, County Wicklow Ireland, weighing in at 190 pounds, Finn Balor!
He continues to walk down the ramp until he reaches the ring he walks over to the steps and starts to flicker again as he climbs above the turnbuckles and bend over and come back up as light flicker to the beats of his theme. He then hops off the turnbuckle and waits for his opponent in his corner.
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 posing for the crowd.
Tony Chimel: And his opponents, from Gainesville, Georgia, weighing in at 218 pounds, The Phenomenal AJ Styles!
Styles calmly walks down the ramp and hops into the ring. He doesn't want to waste any time, taking off his jacket and just waiting for the ref to ring the bell.
DING DING DING
Balor and Styles lock up right away but neither man is willing to give an inch. Styles pushes Balor back towards the ropes but Balor shifts over and turns AJ to the ropes, both men jockeying for position. The ref counts to 4 and both men let go and head back to the center. They go to lock up once again but as Balor shoots forward, AJ ducks under his grasp and takes his back, pushing him into the ropes, going for a roll up. Balor holds onto the ropes as AJ goes rolling backwards. When AJ rolls back onto his feet, Balor runs over with a front dropkick but AJ moves out of the way. When Balor lands on the mat, AJ jumps up with a knee trying to hit Balor in the face but Finn rolls out of the way just in time. AJ shakes his knee out and they end the exchange in a stalemate, the crowd clapping for both men.
Tom Phillips: Nice showing there by the former members of the Bullet Club.
Corey Graves: Enough with this feeling out process, somebody punch someone!
Both men circle around the ring once more, a quick slap of the hands as a show of respect but they get right back down to locking up. This time AJ puts his foot behind Balor's to trip him up and slam him to the mat. He hits the ropes but Balor pops back up and dropkicks him when he returns! Balor brushes his nose with his thumb and wipes the dirt off his shoulder. Now he runs to the ropes but AJ kips up and returns the favor with a beautiful dropkick. AJ points a finger gun at Balor and makes a shooting motion at him, the crowd releasing an "OOOHHH". Balor gets up right away and starts striking at the mid section of AJ, backing him into the ropes. He shoots AJ off and follows him, clotheslining him over the ropes to the outside. Balor measures him and runs to the ropes to build some momentum before coming back with a somersault senton to take out AJ on the outside!
Corey Graves: Here we go, now let's see these two tear each other apart.
Tom Phillips: You really have a certain bloodlust to you don't you?
Corey Graves: Shut up Tom before you see just how blood hungry I get.
Balor hops onto the barricade and throws his arms up posing from the crowd, the crowd doing the same. AJ however sweeps his legs out from under him and Balor lands back first onto the barricade! Styles doesn't waste any time by grabbing Balor and throwing him back into the ring. He hops onto the apron and waits as Balor starts to rise back to his feet. AJ springboards back into the ring with the Phenomenal Forearm! Balor goes down and AJ makes the cover.
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Balor kicks out! Styles walks over to a corner and sits on the top turnbuckle, yelling and motioning for Balor to get up. Finn struggles back to his feet and walks right over to AJ who decks him with an uppercut before grabbing his head, looking for a tornado DDT. Balor however frees himself and hits AJ with a jumping enziguri to stun him on the top rope. Balor quickly climbs up to the second ropes and grabs a hold of AJ. He then proceeds to lifts Styles up for a superplex but turns it into a falcon arrow from the top rope! AJ hits the mat hard, popping up pretty high from the impact but Finn quickly makes the cover.
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Styles kicks out! Balor picks him up right away, not wanting to waste this advantage. Styles comes to life however by kicking at his leg and then punching him in the face two times and following up with a spinning back fist and a lariat! The crowd gets on their feet and starts clapping as that flurry of offense seems to have taken it's toll on Styles. Both men are slow to get to their feet but when they finally do, a back and forth slug fest starts, AJ throwing a punch but Balor responding with a chop to the chest. The crowd is unsure who to cheer for, just instead cheering for every hit.
Tom Phillips: Neither man willing to back down. That's part of that Japanese style they learned in their time in New Japan.
Corey Graves: It's stupid if you ask me. Why wouldn't you just move out of the way or thumb someone in the eye. Works 10x better.
AJ finally starts to get the better of the exchange hitting a couple of punches to Balor to back him into the ropes. He shoots Balor off the ropes but Finn comes back with the Slingblade! AJ's head bounces off the mat and his eyes look a bit glazed over. He tries to get up but Finn runs over and dropkicks him into the corner! AJ falls to the mat and climbs up the ropes right away. AJ however gets back up to his hands and knees, hunching over and in a prone position. Finn jumps up high, looking for a double foot stomp but AJ stands up and catches him in mid air with a powerbomb! That's not all though, AJ still had a hold of his legs and lifts him back up into position for the Styles Clash! He hooks both dangling arms with his legs before falling for with the Styles Clash! AJ simply rolls over into a pinning predicament.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, AJ Styles!
AJ gets his hand raised in victory while Balor can't believe what just happened. AJ celebrates for a bit more while Finn gets back up. AJ looks over at him and gives him the old Too Sweet hand gesture. Finn is a little reluctant at first but Two Sweets him much to the fans delight. AJ exits the ring and leaves Finn who gets an ovation from the crowd. A smile comes across his face as he bows to them but out of nowhere, Drew McIntyre comes into the ring and blast Finn from behind!
Tom Phillips: Drew McIntyre! What the hell is he doing out here!
Corey Graves: Did you see how pissed he was about losing his match earlier tonight? I'd be pissed too. Balor is just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
McIntyre picks up Balor and underhooks both arms before planting him with the Future Shock DDT! McIntyre gets back up and yells out to the crowd, them booing the living shit out of him.
Balor is laid out while McIntyre stands over him, the crowd continuing to boo as the live feed heads elsewhere.
The live feed cuts backstage where Maxine is in mid conversation with Tyler Reks and Curt Hawkins
Maxine: No you can't just come backstage and beg for a job, that's not how this works! EC3 won't even hire Fandango because of some anti favoritism clause even though he can do what he wants and Dixie won't listen to any of my advice. I mean can you believe she gave Steve Blackman a title shot? Steve Blackman? She is out of her mind and I've already visited EC3 multiple times in the hospital and apparently he's close to being released. This show has been out of control on all fronts. I mean how did you two even enter the building?
Reks and Hawkins look at each other and shrug but Dixie manages to walk by. Maxine quickly runs up to her.
Maxine: Dixie I've been trying to get a hold of you all week. Look we need to talk about the G1 and the title shot you gave Blackman.
Dixie Carter: Oh yeah that was a neat lil' thang I did huh? Glad you like it. Look sweetie I'm super busy right now so I'm gonna have to talk to you later, I'm late for my massage appointment. Keep doing good love ya'!
Dixie leaves the out the door and exits the building while Maxine grabs at her hair in frustration, walking off as the scene fades out.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Annville, Pennsylvania and weighing 242 pounds, the Lethal Weapon... Steve BLACKMAN!
Blackman comes out from the back with his Dixie Carter-molded Head, holding it high for the crowd who pop at the flagrant display of disrespect of a manager they have no reason to hate. The Lethal Weapon then marches down to the ring, entering and crossing it to set his Head down on the outside of his corner as he awaits his foe for the evening.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent, from Monreal, Quebec, Canada and weighing 280 pounds, Mr. Wrestling... Kevin STEEN!
That thump-thump of the drums and the sick guitar licks are all the crowd need to know who's coming, even before his name is called. There's a mixed reaction some love, some hate as Steen comes from the back, and he stands at the top of the ramp with his arms crossed, nodding his head and mouthing the words, 'All right.' Steen then lumbers down the ramp, eyeing his opposition for the evening the whole way and all the way up the ring steps and into the ring. Kev finds his corner and performs a few quick stretches while the official performs his pre-match checks, then calls for the bell.
-VERSUS- 
DING DING DING
The bell rings, but you wouldn't know it from the impassivity of Kevin Steen, who simply stands near his corner looking smug as any Quebecer ought to while Steve Blackman moves in on him from across the ring. Steen barely even moves a muscle until Blackman is halfway across the ring, and then he moves quickly to tie the Lethal Weapon up. The two jostle for position and Steen manages to use his weight to drive Blackman back into his own corner and wedges him against the turnbuckle, but then Blackman gives Steen a shove. Steen stumbles back a half-step, then comes surging forward again with a forearm! Blackman falls back to the turnbuckle but immediately rebounds into a forearm of his own. This exchange of forearms continues back and forth for several more go-rounds before Blackman gets the edge, driving a quick succession of blows to stagger Steen and drive him back before unloading with a hard kick to the right thigh, a harder kick to the left kidney and finally a roundhouse kick that levels Steen, putting the former and longest-reigning UWF world champion on his back. Blackman wastes no time mounting Steen and goes right to work with some solid lefts and rights until the official orders him to break it off, and so the Lethal Weapon does, stepping away as the fans buzz.
Tom Phillips: You know, much has been made about Kevin Steen in recent weeks and even the fans don't seem to know what's going on with the former world champion anymore.
Corey Graves: I sense a disturbance in the Force, and by the Force I mean the delicate balance of powers here in the UWF. Steen's changing, and I don't know if I like it.
Kevin gets to his feet and spits some blood out the side of his mouth before straight laughing at Blackman. The Lethal Weapon turns to face him looking aggravated, and he charges in to connect with a running knee lift that doubles Steen over. Blackman then hits the ropes perpendicular to the doubled-over Steen and comes back looking for a scissors kick, but Steen dodges the maneuver and then damn near decapitates Blackman with an explosive lariat! Blackman lands on the canvas but starts to roll out of the ring. 'Not so fast!' shouts Steen as he grabs Blackman by the arm, then drops in an elbow on the inside of Blackman's own elbow joint before twisting the arm at an odd angle and clenching his wrist, locking in some sort of hold that torques multiple joints. Blackman cries out in agony for a few moments, but then grabs a headful of Steen's short hair and tugs his head back just enough to wrap a leg up over it, pulling Steen into a sort of improvised headscissors that forces Mr. Wrestling to break his own hold!
Corey Graves: The ingenuity of these two men is unparalleled.
Tom Phillips: Kevin Steen calls himself Mr. Wrestling and with a monicker like that you almost expect this kind of quick thinking, but Steve Blackman?
Blackman really locks his legs in around Steen's neck, threatening to crush his windpipe and everything else in that vital area under the sheer strength of his leg muscles. Steen struggles under the hold and actually manages to get to one knee, the official keeping a close eye to make sure that Mr. Wrestling is still conscious. Steen lays all of those concerns to rest as he gets up to a doubled-over position, and then straight dead-lifts Blackman off the canvas! The Lethal Weapon falls into a perfect powerbomb position but immediately starts raining clubbing blows down on Steen's face and skull, causing Steen to teeter back into the ropes. Blackman seizes the ropes just as Steen lifts him, so Steen tosses him backward and Blackman lands on the apron. The problem? His back is turned to the ring -- which Steen makes perfect use of as he lines Blackman up and when the Lethal Weapon turns around, he does so into a superkick!
Tom Phillips: Superkick!
Corey Graves: He learned that from his friends Nick and Matt.
Blackman falls like a ton of bricks off the side of the ring and crashes to the floor below. Steen, however, has no air to capitalize after the improvised chokehold and he falls into the ropes, gripping his neck and flexing his jaw as the official starts a count-out count.
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3...
Blackman starts to stir on the outside, while Steen stays against the ropes, recovering.
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Blackman is on his feet, but a little woozy. Steen starts to move off the ropes just as the Lethal Weapon climbs up onto the apron, breaking the count. The pair start to trade blows over the ropes, hard rights that have both men reeling a little bit, Blackman threatening to fall again and Steen damn near collapsing. It isn't until Blackman gets a second and then a third consecutive blow in that momentum starts to shift and the Lethal Weapon enters the ring as a staggered Kevin Steen swings at him. Blackman deflects the incoming blow, spinning Kevin around and as he comes back around he catches a heel right on the chin! Steen stumbles back into the ropes and on the rebound Blackman catches him in a belly-to-belly clutch, then tosses him overhead with a suplex! The fans pop at the athleticism and strength on display as Steen rolls to the ropes, grabbing one and immediately using it to get to one knee.
Corey Graves: Steen's in trouble. He doesn't seem quite as focused as usual here, Tom.
Tom Phillips: He has a big match just a week away with Chris Jericho. It must be hard to stay focused.
Steen gets to his feet and Blackman grins at him, gesturing for him to bring it. Steen, usually sharper but for some reason seemingly off his a-game, charges and swings with a clothesline but Blackman ducks it and runs for the ropes opposite as Steen's momentum carries him into the ropes that were behind Blackman. As the two meet in the center of the ring, Blackman leaps off the ground, cycles his feet and connects with a HUGE bicycle kick before falling in for the cover!
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...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner,
The Lethal Weapon...
STEVE BLACKMAN!
Corey Graves: ...what?!?
Tom Phillips: I don't believe it! Steve Blackman! Steve Blackman just beat Kevin Steen!
Corey Graves: I admit I'm surprised, but also kind of not. Blackman has been on fire lately, showing very good focus and prowess and now he's capped it all off with a huge win over the longest-reigning world champion in company history.
Tom Phillips: A huge win at that!
Blackman seems nonchalant about his victory as he starts to cross the ring but just then, Steen rolls over onto all fours and pushes up to one knee. He shouts, 'Hey!' and Blackman turns around. Steen gets to his feet, and seems somewhat perturbed, almost as if his pride has been stung. Blackman stands his ground, looking ready to throw down some more. Then Steen extends a hand.
Tom Phillips: What?
Corey Graves: I don't believe it! Steen's being a good sport here!
Tom Phillips: What does this even mean, Corey?
Blackman looks at the hand, then at Steen with an arched eyebrow, before grabbing that hand in a shake. The fans erupt with a huge pop as Steen turns the pair toward the crowd and lifts Blackman's arm in victory, the Lethal Weapon basking in their adoration as Mr. Wrestling himself seemingly admits he has been beaten here tonight, making his exit while the celebrations continue.
The scene fades in from the black, and were taken to the dark church thats been accustomed to the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship, Aleister Black. He sits cross-legged before a pentagram lined with candles, his chin tucked downward, as he speaks humbly before the altar. He speaks in a foreign tongue, although, most people would assume it as Latin.
Suddenly, the flames of the Pentagram's candles all enlarge in size, as The End speaks
Aleister Black: Sub deo, audierit a me voca planum esse potest; Ipse Wyatt nonulla contaminavit terram hanc coram domino suo, disregard ipse est ostensum est in tenebris imperio vota tua. Sit copiis multo amplius vexare obsides omni motu usque diem rationis; tolle lumbare quod debetur nisi merito vires geminas entia ab aequore malus. Qui indignus est, et lex aptissimum petit, ut sit nomen meum et in tempore exterminari deberet altera vita. Et conculcet usque ad primum diem, postero die et ipse erit. Dubium non est dubium.
Aleister translates
Aleister Black: Undergod, hear my call from this plane of existence; Bray Wyatt has stained this earth with his putrid presence; he has shown disregard for your dark rule and your wishes. Let the forces from the great beyond beleaguer and harass his every movement until his day of reckoning; until I rightfully take the belt that rightfully belongs to the forces of beneath, and away from the rogue entities of the surface. He is undeserving, and the law of the fittest demands that he be exterminated in my name and those next life. He may tread till the first day, but he will die the next. There is no doubt, and there is no question.
Aleister continues with his message to the beings
Aleister Black: Et non ambulare a prima die cum prestigious aurum de millia, sed non illa; et, suam incompetentiam isto corpore, inlustrata, et ostendi coram vulgo sicut pupa suspensus erat leniter ab una linea ut semper fuit . Cum inter step Hieremiam funibus et in conspiciunt adulescentes suos solitus, una actio, non intrabit in animum, ut faciam, aliquid unum determinatum.
Again, Aleister translates
Aleister Black: He will not walk out of the first day with the prestigious gold of the thousands, but without it, and the incompetence of this mortal form, brought to light, and displayed before the masses like the puppet hung loosely by one string that he always was. When I step between the ropes, and I stare into his pupils, one action, will enter his mind to do to do just one thing.
Aleister turns to face the camera, a cold scowl aboard his features holds a same-like lantern that Wyatt always holds; he holds it up for the camera to see.
Aleister Black: Run.
Aleister blows out the lantern, as all fades to black.
We head back to the ring where nothing is happening. The show has hit a standstill but not for long as that is interrupted. No prices for guessing who is responsible for this interruption as fireworks come streaming down from the ceiling and onto the stage. The fireworks are accompanied by some words.
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVECAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
The crowd jumped to their feet, knowing those words mean the arrival of Spike Dudley and possibly his clan. The fans aren't left waiting long and aren't left disappointed either as Spike, Bubba and Devon storm out from the back. All 3 men look all business as they skip the usual theatrical entrances they usual do and just make a beeline for the ring with Bubba carrying a mic.
The fans are going wild, knowing that it's time for Spike to do what he said he would do last week. All 3 slide into the ring, looking out into the crowd before slowly arching their necks upwards, to have a little peek at the Cell hanging above the ring. Bubba hands the mic to Spike as Devon seems to begin a little pray under his breath as his looking up. Spike doesn't waste anytime at all as he begins to speak, pointing to the back.
Spike:
I don't give a damn on what Dixie Carter has planned for the rest of NXT, I'm here to not waste anymore time then we have to. Last week, I learnt of some news that affected me deeply. I told you all what I was going to do and right now, I'm here doing just that. I lost my temper last week whilst revealing my plan and I'm trying so hard to hold it in until I get my hands on DOLPH ZIGGLER!! I can't wait until we fight in that Cell though.
Spike changes from pointing to the back to pointing to the ceiling where the structure is hanging. He has a little shiver go down his spine as The Dudleyz keep watch on the titantron.
Spike:
Dolph Ziggler, my brothers and I are standing in this ring right now and we are calling your ass out. I don't care if you come alone, I don't care if you bring AOP, hell I don't care if you want to bring the whole NXT Roster with you, I'm getting my hands on you tonight. I'm being the bigger man but I have no problem in going down to your level and attacking you backstage if you don't GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW.
Spike throws the mic away, out of the ring as The Dudleyz prepare for a fight. Hunched over, hand on Spike's shoulders as they wait...... just wait for Dolph to answer their challenge. After some time, a theme hits the PA System. It's not the theme Spike wants but it is a theme that might interest his brothers.
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 leans in, whispering something into Rezar's before doing the same with Akam. After doing this, he does something unexpected. He turns, heading to the back leaving his two men at the top of the ramp looking down at the Dudleyz. The Dudleyz aren't waiting around as all three go to exit the ring, looking to take the fight to them but are stopped half way through the ropes as the theme Spike was after hits the stadium.
The Beastie Boys classic kicks in on the sound system and the fans are already booing. The Dudleyz look at each other, half in and half out of the ring before Spike says "You go get them two but don't you dare touch Ziggler, he is all mine"
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The theme begins to play out but no sight of Dolph. His two acquaintances haven't moved alot either on the stage as Bubba and Devon exit the ring and Spike backs up into the center of it, begging Dolph to come get some. The Dudleyz are barely out of the ring as a noise from behind has them turning back to the ring.
Unbeknownst to them, whilst the theme song was playing, Dolph Ziggler has run through the crowd and has smacked Spike over the head with the title belt. Bubba and Devon look back to Dolph standing over Spike who is crawling towards the corner.
The brothers just shrug their shoulders however, listening to Spike's instructions as they continue to make their way up the ramp to confront the AOP.In what to be a pretty common theme recently, the Dudley Boyz have seemed to land themselves in a all out brawl once again. Spike is sitting in the corner of the ring, getting stomped on by Dolph as Bubba and Devon finally reach the AOP. No time was wasted as straight away, both brothers throw punches but AOP don't back down throwing their own punches. Punch after punch after punch with no one really getting the upper hand. That changes however as Akam knees Devon in the stomach, following this up by ramming his head into the screen under the titantron. Meanwhile, in the ring Dolph has slowed the kicking down and is motioning in the direction of where the Tag Team Brawl is happening.
'Now, do It now', can be heard through the camera's in the voice of Dolph Ziggler as the titantron flashes to life. The camera shows Paul Ellering inside the production truck, waiting for the signal as he quickly pushes down on a button.
CLANG
It's obvious what the button is for, the Cell begins to slowly lower down as Dolph looks up at it with an evil and sinister smirk on his face. This proves to be a bad idea though as Spike grabs his leg, tripping him over in the process. Dolph crawls out of the ring but Spike follows, raining punches down on his face as the cell slowly lowers. Dolph manages to kick Spike off, pushing him back into the apron as he smacks his back on the ring. He screams out in pain as Dolph quickly gets to his feet. Almost in one instant, as soon as Dolph gets to his feet, he goes for a Superkick out of nowhere but Spike has it scouted, ducking beneath it as the cage is 3 Quarters of the way down to the ring. Dolph doesn't have time to turn around as Spike grabs his head, looking to deliver his signature Dudley Dog, jumping onto the ringside but turn about his fair play as Dolph is too smart to get hit with that... Dolph chucks him off, crotching Spike on the bottom rope as the cage is nearly down to the fair. Spike drops to the floor, just outside the ring, holding his special area as Dolph now has to make a decision. Does he get trapped in the cell and fight Spike a week early or does he quickly make his way under the cell before it drops completely to the ground, leaving Spike alone. You will never guess what decision Dolph makes as he quickly ducks down, underneath the cage, having a massive smirk on his face as it drops into position. He points to his head as the crowd boo him. He catches his breath as Spike slowly gets to his feet. Spike has registered what has happened yet as Dolph is just staring at him, yelling 'About time someone caged you up, you ugly, inbred, little dog'.
Spike comes to at the sound of this taunt as it doesn't take him long to realize... HE IS LOCKED IN THE CELL. The door is locked and there is no other way out. Spike quickly grabs at the door but Dolph Superkicks where his hands are. Dolph begins to wave his little finger at Spike as he looks helplessly back. Spike once again goes for the door but once again Dolph kicks the door.
Spike thinks better of it as he quickly puts his head under the ring, looking for something as Dolph is laughing like a maniac on the outside.
Whilst all this is happening down at ringside, Akam and Rezar have both got the upperhand over The Dudleyz. Akam has repeatedly bashed Devon's head off the screen under the titantron whilst Rezar has Bubba down after a clothesline and is putting the boots to them. Ellering comes out from the back amid the boos of the fans and starts directing traffic, telling the Authors to "wrap things up." Akam takes that at face value and grabs Devon by shoulder and waist, spinning him full around and then throwing him head-first into the minitron screen, which erupts at the forceful impact! Devon falls to the ground with shards of glass from the screen blanketing him, but Akam pulls Devon to his feet and then throws him over a shoulder before he heads over to Rezar, who has Bubba at the edge of the stage.
Rezar lifts a knee into Bubba's gut, doubling him over and then lifting him into powerbomb position, then throwing him off the stage into the production equipment off to the side of it! Bubba lands on a wooden table that buckles into a shower of splinters. Akam then bodily throws Devon down to land on Bubba, and the pair start to climb down to where the Dudleys are while Ellering tells a front row fan to vacate their seat and then takes the steel chair.
Spike is horrified as he watches this happen, a steel chair in his hand that he holds in a threatening way for a few moments before trying to work the lock of the cell, but Ziggler is not allowing him to progress on the door whatsoever. "You're gonna be all alone, you stupid little bitch!" Ziggy taunts. The fans continue to boo.
By now, Akam has dragged Devon and Bubba from the wreckage and Ellering has enclosed the chair over Bubba's ankle. He looks to Rezar, looming over a prone Devon, and smirks. Clearly he is taking no pleasure from this "business," even as he tells Rezar to finish it. Rezar then bends down and deadlifts Devon into powerslam position before surging forward and slamming Devon on the seat of the steel chair, the weight of the one man damn near snapping the chair shut on Bubba's calf! The move clearly breaks the former's leg and he howls, grabbing at the joint and wide-eyed in pain. Akam and Rezar then speak to each other in Albanian before hurling what must be insults at the most decorated tag team in wrestling history as security and medical staff rush out. Ellering urges them to exit and so they head for one.
By now, Spike has fallen to his knees inside the cell, having been forced to watch the brutality inflicted on his relations on the Titantron. Ziggy gets close to the cell, grinning at Spike, and says, "Was it worth it, huh? Is any of this worth it? Or are you just the waste of skin and oxygen everyone believes you are?"
With that, Dolph turns his back on Spike, who looks a wreck as Ziggler pushes through a throng of security and backstage officials and heads to the back. The officials open the Cell and enter the ring, checking on Spike who is physically unharmed but clearly distressed, as the program draws to a close.
-END OF SHOW-
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