Post by Danny on Aug 25, 2018 0:39:21 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: The G1 rolls on tonight with three more big matches! Owen Hart vs Kenny Omega, Bray Wyatt vs Aleister Black and Spike Dudley vs Pete Dunne.
Tom Phillips: I think you're forgetting one there as we also have Chris Jericho vs Jimmy Uso.
Corey Graves: I'd rather not think of a Jimmy Uso match.
Tom Phillips: Well we still have one regardless as well as the debut of Adam Cole! Plus there's been rumblings all week about Dolph Ziggler and what he plans to do after the altercation with Steve Blackman last week.
Corey Graves: You can be sure we'll hear all about that but first let's get down to our first match of the night!
The camera goes ringside where both Bray Wyatt and Aleister Black are waiting. Black sits in the middle of the ring in his signature pose as the ref calls for the bell.
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DING DING DING
Wyatt runs over right away with a sliding clothesline to the back of the head! He continues on the assault just hammering away at Black on the mat until the referee has to forcibly remove him.
Tom Phillips: Bray Wyatt still not over losing the Intercontinental Championship.
Corey Graves: Would you be? We haven't heard from him all week but maybe that's the perfect strategy. Law low and then come out swinging.
Wyatt paces back and forth while Black tries to get back to his feet. Tired of waiting, Wyatt goes back over to grab him from behind but Black turns and hits a big back elbow right to the jaw. Wyatt backs up holding his jaw but Black runs over with a knee, hitting him so hard he flips over and lands in a seated position. From there, Aleister starts unloading with three stiff kick to the back followed by one to the face. Bray tries to roll out of the ring but Black stops him and turns him over onto his back for the pin.
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Wyatt kicks out! Now Bray rolls to the outside but Aleister follows him out. Wyatt sees this and turns around to knee him in the gut, a bit of retaliation before throwing him into the barricade. Wyatt now has a smile on his face, picking up Black and now throwing him face first into the steel ring post! Black looks a little dazed but still fights back up to a knee, using the announce table to help himself back up. Bray comes over to him and grabs him, slamming him down on the table with a uranage! Wyatt quickly picks him up off the floor and tosses him back into the ring.
Aleister tries getting to his feet right away but Wyatt's there to follow up. He grabs Black from behind in a waist lock but a few back elbows from Black break the grasp. Wyatt turns away holding his face but turns back around to eat a jumping knee strike to the face! Wyatt stumbles backwards into the ropes, lightly bouncing off of them back into the arms of Black who throws him back with an exploder suplex! Wyatt clearly has no idea where he's at but that doesn't stop him from fighting back up to his feet. Little does he know though that Black is standing right behind him, readying himself as Bray turns around and eats Black Mass! Wyatt falls to the mat and Aleister Black turns him over for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Aleister Black!
Just as calmly as he was when the match first started, Aleister sits back in the middle of the ring cross legged. No celebration, no hand raising, just pure intensity staring into the camera. A message perhaps to the rest of the participants in the G1. The camera lingers on his eyes until it finally fades away.
Meanwhile backstage, Chris Jericho is conversing on his totally unsponsored iPhone7 Plus as Renee Young approaches him for an interview.
Chris Jericho: I don't care if I have to wait a month. Just get it done so I can announce it in time for my title win..... Of course I'm going to win. Don't worry about that part. Just get it done in time.
Renee Young: Excuse me, Chris. Do you have a minute?
CJ: Oh boy. It's the robot. Here to scan my brain or fry it? I'm fine with either one.
RY: Actually, I just wanted your thoughts on the G1.
CJ: Can't you just analyze my thoughts and get your information that way?
RY: For the last time, I'm not a robot.
CJ: Oh yeah. That's just what a robot would say. Reverse psychology.
RY: Dammit, Chris! For the last time, I'M NOT A F^CKING ROBOT!!
CJ: And why are you always in the same place when you interview people? Where's that plug-in cord?
RY: Hey! Don't go back there! That's not permi-
CJ: Jesus Christ! What the Hell just happened?
Generic Technician: You shut her off. Good going, idiot.
CJ: Nobody calls the Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla an idiot! If I'm an idiot, then you're a stupid idiot! Do you know what happens when you disrespect the Best In The World At What He Does? Do you know what happens?
Generic Technician... YOU JUST MADE THE LIST!!!
Now if you excuse me, I have an important phone call to ignore and make excuses for not taking.
In the midst of technical difficulties backstage, NXT moves on.
The camera is taken backstage where Baron Corbin is seen walking the halls.
People scurry to get out of his way after his vicious attack last week on one of the technicians. Baron continues his walk, his cold dead eyes pointed straight ahead. A man on his phone doesn't notice Baron and crosses right into his path, bumping into him. Baron's face turns to instant anger as fear comes across the poor man's face.
Man
Oh my God, Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I... I didn't see you.
Baron Corbin
Oh, you didn't see me? Much like how management here doesn't seem to see me either. Because ONCE AGAIN I'm not booked on the show?
Man
I'm sorry, it's just... my daughters sick and my wife she was texting me an update on her and I was just so worried...
Baron Corbin
Oh.. you're daughters sick?
The man slowly nods his head.
Baron Corbin
Oh. Well don't I feel like a jerk now. I'm sorry. Let me see your phone.
Man
What?
Baron Corbin
Give me your phone.
The man slowly hands Corbin his phone. Corbin looks down at it for a second.
Baron Corbin
I don't give a damn about your daughter.
Corbin takes the phone and throws it against the wall, shattering it in a million pieces. The man is shocked but before he can react Corbin grabs him by his collar and raises him up against the wall. He pleads and begs for Corbin not to hurt him
Baron Corbin
Are you scared!? Do you think I'm going to hurt you? Maybe I give you the End of Days right on this concrete floor and send you to the hospital with your poor little daughter. But no.. I'm not going to hurt you. Because if I hurt you then I get thrown out of the building. And that's not what I want tonight. Because tonight I have something very very special planned. Tonight I'll MAKE the Carters notice me. If beating up some worthless techie wasn't enough to get their attention last week... well let's just say that what I do tonight... they will finally have to address their little Baron Corbin problem.
Corbin slowly lowers the man to the ground. Corbin chuckles a bit and gently slaps the mans cheek.
Baron Corbin
Oh.. and you should probably get a new phone. I think that one's... broken.
Corbin walks off, still smiling, ready to put his plan in motion.
The camera heads back to the ring where Jimmy Uso is warming up for his upcoming match.
Out with a brighter than brite lites jacket comes the legendary legend known as Y2J. Fireworks illuminate the stage to signal his arrival. He strikes his signature pose before heading down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in at 227 pounds, Chris Jericho!
The self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time makes his way to the ring. The fans are cheering for the 20-year veteran Canadian, chanting 'Y2J, Y2J, Y2J'. Everybody is hyped for the upcoming match, including the Winnipeg native humself.
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Ding Ding Ding
The bell rings and Jimmy looks to have a massive fire in his ass as he goes after Jericho with reckless abandon and connects with several hard stiff right hands. Jericho falters under the assault into the corner where Jimmy goes to work nailing Jericho with an uppercut that catches Jericho square in the chin. This gives Jimmy an opening and he delivers by driving his hand right into the chest of Jericho to a woo from the crowd. Jimmy grabs Jericho and whips him across the ring. Jericho hits the corner and Jimmy comes right into Jerichos wheelhouse connecting with a splash! Jericho staggers out to the center of the ring and Jimmy grabs Y2J from behind and drops him with a full nelson bomb! Jimmy drops on top of Jericho for the pin attempt.
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Jericho kicks out!
Phillips:Jimmy giving it everything he has here in the early going, clearly realizing how badly he needs to win this match up here in the G1 tournament.
Graves:Jimmy is smart. Jericho cant beat him if Y2J doesnt even have time to breathe.
Jimmy pulls Y2J up to his feet and chops Jerichos chest before sending him off the ropes. Jericho comes back and Jimmy grabs Y2J and throws him down to the mat with a hiptoss. Jericho shoots up to a seated position holding his lower back as Jimmy hits the ropes and comes back catching Jericho right in the jaw with a brutal dropkick. Jimmy doesnt go for the cover. Instead deciding to pump up the crowd. The crowd responds to him thankfully, as he waits for Jericho to get to his feet. Jericho does and Jimmy launches for a superkick. Jericho comes to life just enough to duck it, but when he gets up and turns around Jimmy drops him again with a spinning wheel kick! Jericho hits the ground and begins to roll to the outside to escape and recuperate. However Jimmy grabs him by his foot and pulls him back towards the center of the ring. As he does Jericho realizing how much trouble he is in lashes out with his free foot and manages to cause enough seperation to at last roll out of the ring. Jericho expects to catch his breath but Jimmy is in full on desperation mode tonight as he launches himself over the top rope and down onto the floor on top of Jericho!
Phillips:Jimmy with reckless abandonment here tonight is willing to do ANYTHING to survive and win this match up.
Graves: Jimmy needs to win this match as a loss may very well eliminate him from reaching the tournament finals which would be a real shame.
Jimmy gets right up to his feet and picks up Jericho before throwing him hard into the steel steps! Jericho grabs his shoulder in pain giving Jimmy the opportunity to again pick up Jericho and toss him into the ring. When he does, Jimmy climbs onto the apron followed by the turnbuckle and he is looking to put Jericho away here as Y2J gets to his feet. Jimmy launches himself looking for a missile dropkick, but Jericho manages to move out of the way at last. Jimmy crashes and burns but gets up. He is staggered by the fall however and Jericho grabs him from behind and plants him to the mat with a bulldog. The fans explode as Jericho goes for his legendary lionsault, but as he comes down Jimmy gets his knees up and blocks it. The air goes right out of Jericho as he rolls on the mat. Jericho rises to his feet right after Jimmy and Jimmy launches and connects with a superkick connecting right with Jerichos jaw. Jericho hits the mat.
Phillips:Good lord! Jimmy Uso just connected with the superkick! This could be it!
Graves:Jimmy just got himself a victory in the G1!
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NO! Jericho gets the shoulder up!
Jimmy shoots up unable to believe that wasnt a three count! Jericho looks dazed but clearly he is not out of the match just yet. Jimmy slams the mat with his hands in frustration before deciding he is going to win this regardless. He picks up Jericho and hits him with an uppercut into the ropes before shooting Jericho off of them. Jericho comes back and Jimmy looks to put Jericho away with a Samoan Drop, and he nails it! The fans are in awe, the man who recently beat both Kevin Steen and Spike Dudley is on the verge of being defeated by Jimmy Uso in stunning fashion. Jimmy however doesnt go for the cover. He knows it would do no good. Instead Jimmy looks at the turnbuckle.
Graves:Jimmy man. What are you doing? Youve got Chris Jericho dead to rights. Why are you wasting time?
Phillips: Jimmy clearly thinks he needs to make a bigger splash in order to put Chris Jericho away here.
Jimmy heads over and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and the crowd is roaring in approval. They love to see Jimmy fly and that is exactly what the Uso brother does. He flies into the air looking to come down on Jericho with a splash, but finds nothing but ring mat! The fans ahh as Jimmy has the wind completely knocked out of him.
Graves:What an idiot! Jimmy had the match won!
Phillips:Jimmy took a massive chance there, but failed, It doesnt mean this one is over just yet.
Jericho has seen Jimmy miss and sees an opening that he knows he needs badly. Jericho shows not only can he go toe to toe with the best, but also survive as he grabs Jimmy and plants him with the codebreaker! The fans let out a mixed reaction as Jimmy looks as though he has been run over by a truck. Jericho makes the cover.
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HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH OF THE G1: CHRIS JERICHO!
Phillips:Jericho pulled it out. Chris Jericho took a beating but kept on ticking long enough to take Jimmy Uso down, and you have to believe the hype behind Jericho is real.
Graves:Jimmy Uso is no Spike Dudley, but still Jimmy threw everything he had at Jericho. Jericho weathered the storm and bam! Codebreaker! Y2J is victorious here tonight!
Jericho has his hand raised in victory as a smile crosses his face. He knows what this victory does for him. The crowd lets off a mixed reaction as Jericho celebrates his victory as UWF NXT heads elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF NXT graphic to a live feed from backstage. Renee Young is standing by!
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Kenny Omega.
The UWF's #1 Contractor walks swaggerishly into the shot, decked the the nines in his usual Marion Cobretti regalia.
Young: Thanks for joining me Kenny. Tonight you'll step in the ring against Owen Hart for the first time in your career. How do you prepare for a man you've never faced - especially when that man is as dangerous and unpredictable as Hart is?
Kenny chuckles like its one of the silliest questions he's ever heard.
Omega: Oh, Renee, if I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times - I expect and therefore, as a professional, am prepared for any and all eventualities. "Dangerous and unpredictable" though he may be, that's exactly what I'm anticipating from Owen Hart, and so he won't be able to use either against me. And should his personality take one of its turns and I'm faced with the good ol' Calgary boy, as moral and honourable as he is technically skilled, well, I'll be ready for that too, because I'm just simply better than any and all versions of him.
Young: You certainly seem confident.
Omega: Only because I already know I'm going to win this tournament.
Young: Who in the G1 Climax has impressed you the most so far? Is there anyone in the other bracket who you're worried abou - sorry, who you might be interested in facing in the final?
Kenny tilts his head back, staring up into some midpsace nothingness as he contemplates.
Omega: Hmmmmm.... I've head Chris Jericho mention my name. And, oh, look, I've just dropped his. Interesting, that? Perhaps if old Lionheart can earn his way to my world, then yes, I'd be happy to show him around. And if not, I'll just take whoever comes.
Renee nods slowly and continues.
Young Right... so, just more question -
Before she can ask it, tho, the interview is interrupted by another conversation - this one travelling, moving closer and closer as its participants walk around the corner...
Matt: ... and I was like, ya know, my whole thing is that if you don't tell her, she's never gonna know, right? Not telling her the thing you think she doesn't wanna hear isn't the same thing as telling her that thing. It's not like she's gonna figure it out either way.
Nick: How do you know?
Matt: Cause she would have figured it out already, duh!
Nick: Whatever. I'm not gonna tell her.
Omega: Tell who what?
The Bucks finally realize that they've walked right into the middle of the shot.
Matt: Oh, uh, hey! Sup Kenny! Welcome to NXT!
Omega: I was here last week.
Nick: Sorry we missed you. We're multi-brand champions. Which means we work both shows, or, sometimes, neither.
Matt: You've been doing dark matches tapes for Superstars and Main Event, usually squashing The Wet Bandits.
Young: Um, guys, you're kinda interrupting us here. And also, we don't tape dark matches. There is no Superstars. Or Main Event.
Matt: Hahahaha! Maybe!
Young: Nope. Definitely.
Nick: Renee, please stop interrupting. It's rude. You're a professional. You should know better.
Counting her losses, Renee just shrugs and walks away.
Matt: So, Kenny, the G1, huh? That's pretty cool!
Omega: It sure is, Matt. I think I'm gonna win, too.
Nick: Hey, if you win, that means you get a title shot at Summerslam...
Matt: And if you win the title, then we can all be champions together...
Nick: And then we really would be The Eli -
Kenny cups Nick's mouth, stopping him from finishing his sentence.
Omega: No! Don't say it. You can't say it. Not until the time is right. You say it now, all the smarks will be tweeting and DM'ing us all day and night and it'll never stop. No. I won't have it. We wait. And we don't say it.
Matt sighs, look dejected.
Matt: Fine. Have it your way.
Omega: Hey, don't look so down. There's a lot of exciting stuff going on right now with you guys, right? You've got like, twelve belts. Who are you defending against next?
Nick: I dunno. Probably Kane and Khali. Another freakin' cakewalk.
Omega: Didn't Khali just win King of the Ring?
Matt: Exactly. He'll be too focused on going after the Universal title to put up any kind of fight against us. That dopey lummox can hardly say pronounce his own name. How the heck is he supposed to have the mental capacity, let alone the physical to win that tourney, go for the big belt and still have the energy to step up to our level. That would be ridiculous.
Nick: We're gonna wax 'em.
Matt: We just don't know when yet.
Nick: I guess as soon as Steph books it... hey... wait a second...
Something between a solemn and horrified expression creeps on to Nick's face, and as soon as Matt recognizes it, he understands it, and then mimics it.
Omega: What? What's wrong? Oh no, you two didn't eat that sushi in catering did you? I told you that no matter what anyone says, you should never eat fish in a state that doesn't touch the ocean. Trust me. I'm from Winnipeg.
Matt: No, it's not the sushi... not this time.
Nick: Just the sudden harrowing revelation that once again, we have a boss with a vested interest in seeing us lose our titles.
Omega: Hey, don't sweat it. You can survive the McMahons. You're surviving the Carters, right?
Matt: Survive? SURVIVE?!?!?! They killed Kevin, Kenny. They killed him. He's dead now. He went to Heaven. Frick.
Matt has to start pacing around just to help himself stay composed.
Omega: What, no he's not. He's on Warzone. Like, every week.
Matt: That's sweet of you to say, but it doesn't help. He's dead. That's why we never see him anymore.
Nick: Yeah, if he was on Warzone, then we could still hang out with him cause we're the hasthtag mult-brand champs. But we don't, do we?
Omega: Um... no... I guess not. Well, hey, nice catching up with you guys. I've got a match coming up though, so I better, ya know...
Matt: Sure, sure man. Listen, good luck with the G1...
Nick: And when you're ready to do the you-know-what thing... you just let us know.
Omega: When the time is right, I think we'll all know. Aha... ahahaha.... muahahahahaha!
All three of them burst out into a serious case of the cackles that carry on until the feed cuts out. NXT continues elsewhere.[
Fans in the arena are quiet when all of a sudden AJ Styles is seen walking down the hall
Fans cheer at the sight of AJ walking down the hall, and Styles stops and he takes a deep breath as we see the office it is Dixie Carter... the fans boo and Styles walks in as Dixie goes on and she is seen to be really happy to see her old friend.
Dixie Carter: Oh AJ sweetie it is so good to see you. Come here, and give your ole friend Dixie a hug.
Dixie goes for a hug, but AJ steps aside, and leaves his arms up, and AJ talks
AJ Styles: Look Dixie I am not here for a hug.I am here because you summoned me. There is a reason why I haven't come into this office since I have been here. You, and I we really don't have a good history. I respect you're the authority here, but for me the less interaction with you... the better. So let me know Dixie what is it that you want... because I got a match with Adam Cole that I want to prepare for.
Dixie shakes her head, and she goes on and talks
Dixie Carter: Golly AJ you're always no fun.
Always so serious. Well since you asked why I summoned you. Did you happen to hear what Kurt Angle said about you?
AJ Styles: Yeah I heard. Kurt said he was ready for a round 2. What about it?
Dixie Carter: Yes a round 2. Here is the thing AJ what if I offered you another match with Kurt Angle a rematch. A rematch with you two, and if you win the rematch then the rubber match between you two will be decided for his briefcase at one of the biggest shows of the year UWF SummerSlam.
AJ Styles: His briefcase?
Dixie Carter: Yes. You see AJ I need someone that will push Kurt to his limits. That man talked about holding onto that briefcase for a long time. The man is almost getting to comfortable for my liking. He is almost like little Rey Mysterio a couple years back with his money in the bank. AJ I need you to push Kurt, but also push yourself.
Do you want to be the face that runs this place? Well AJ I am giving you that opportunity. AJ I know you, and I we don't have a great history,
and I am not here to make it right, but I want to show you that I am here to be a fair executive here. So what do you say?
AJ Styles: Dixie I know what that briefcase can do for careers, and I am looking to become the International Heavyweight Champion... So you know what book AJ Styles vs Kurt Angle 2 here on NXT, and get ready because SummerSlam you're going to see the best trilogy in wrestling today, because when it comes to pay per view events SummerSlam has always been good to me. It has always been one that has taken care of me as I always bring my best there. But I am ready,and I accept the challenge.
Dixie offers her hand, and Styles accepts it as the two whisper talk to each other an agreement, and NXT moves on
A brace of snare hits sound off like gunfire, shooting off through the crowd and effectively dividing the people. Some couldn't be more excited, while others are booing as loud as their little lungs will let 'em. Smoke pours out around the entrance, and from the smoke walks the UWF's most dangerous Contractor...
The Cleaner, Kenny Omega.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a G1 Climax match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in at 203 pounds, Kenny Omega!
Now one win deep in the G1 Climax, there's an even thicker air of arrogance about the former UWF European Champion as he struts down the ramp. Climbing into the squared circle, he scans the arena and it's hard to say whether its a smile or a sneer on his face as he does so. The 90's classic accompanying his arrival begins to build towards the chorus,
and just as it reaches that anthemic moment, Omega points off towards the hard camera and fires off with signature finger-gun.
Tony Chimel: And already in the ring, Owen Hart!
Hart just wipes his mouth with his own fist, practically salivating for this fight while the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Owen Hart takes off and clotheslines Kenny right out of the gate! He starts to stomp away at him as he rolls to the apron. The referee counts to four before forcefully pushing Owen away. Hart is like a man possessed however and just goes right back over to Kenny. He tries to pick him up but Kenny hangs him on the top rope. Hart walks away holding his throat but turns back just as Kenny is entering the ring to knee him in the face! Kenny looks a little loopy, more than usual that is and so Owen brings him over to the corner and starts to bash is head into the top turnbuckle over and over again. What surprises him though and many other fans is that he let's go of Kenny's head but Omega still keeps bashing his head into the corner. Owen looks at him confused, wondering what the hell is going on.
Tom Phillips: Kenny Omega out crazying Owen Hart right now!
Corey Graves: This is just stupid. All he's doing is hurting himself. At least Owen is just crazy violent.
Omega finally stops and just stares at Owen while yelling in his face. Owen takes a wild swing at him but Kenny ducks and grabs him in a dragon suplex, popping his hips real quick and throwing him into the corner! Kenny gets back to his feet relatively quickly, all fired up and full of energy. Owen meanwhile hurries to pick himself up in the corner and just as he does, Kenny comes running at him. Luckily, Owen gets his feet up in time to knock Omega back a bit. Owen comes out of the corner to follow up but Kenny lays him out with a bicycle knee to the face! Owen is laid out and Kenny goes for the cover.
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Hart kicks out at 2! Kenny gets up, shaking his head knowing that wasn't going to be enough to put away the former Hardcore Champion. As a matter of fact, Owen is already trying to get back to his feet. Kenny walks up behind him and pulls him closer to him. He then ducks down and lifts Owen up into an electric chair but Hart starts hammering away with punches to the skull. Kenny won't let him fall though, instead just swaying around the ring. He drops him down and catches him with a waist lock for Coyt's Wrath but Owen flips over and lands on his feet! Kenny turns around and eats a superkick to the jaw! Kenny only stumbles a bit but comes back with a Hadouken right to the chest to send Owen flying to the outside!
Owen tries to get a breather but Kenny isn't going to let him off the hook just yet. He runs towards the ropes and dives out with a Topé con Hilo! The crowd is on their feet, cheering for the action as Owen tries crawling away towards the announce tables. The referee starts his count and Kenny walks over to where Owen is trying to get up by the announce tables. He ends up elbowing Kenny in the face to stagger him back a few paces but Kenny looks to go back on the attack. Little does he know that Owen Hart actually has a chair in his hand and swings it right across the head of Kenny Omega!
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification, Kenny Omega!
Owen Hart doesn't care, continuing to attack Omega with chair shots to the ribs. If that wasn't enough, he grabs his feet and turns him over to lock in the sharpshooter! Kenny is yelling out but Owen won't let go of the hold until multiple officials come out from the back and force him to release the hold. He has a sick smile on his face but heads into the crowd, to get away. Omega lies on the floor holding his ribs until the scene fades elsewhere.
Our scene goes somewhere backstage
So this is it huh? Out of all the talent this brand, nay even this company could of chose to put in front of the world's greatest professional wrestler in his debut match, they chose AJ Styles. AJ Styles...it's funny isn't it? On name value alone you would imagine that this match would headline any card that was put on throughout the world. There's no questioning everything you have done in numerous different promotions but the fact of the matter stands, that you will never be Adam Cole. You can go out to that ring, and say you have a laundry list of accomplishments but when we both show up at the event to face each other toe to toe, I will prove beyond a reasonable doubt that I am clearly not just the best in this company, or this country no. I'm the world's greatest.
A title, no not just a title but a accolade that carries a burden that not even the great AJ Styles could ever imagine being able to live up to. You can call yourself the "face that runs the place", it's a pretty good catch phrase I'll give you that. It'll look nice on a t-shirt & maybe a collectors mug. It's nothing more then a gimmick AJ Styles, the exact thing you've built your entire legacy on from one company to the next.
Being the world's greatest professional wrestler isn't a catch phrase, it's not a gimmick no it's a lifestyle. One that I have to carry on my shoulders every single day I open my eyes to start a new day. It places a target clearly on my back & I accept the challenges that it brings, the new contenders that try to dethrone me from my resting place.
Hmph. So AJ if you think for a second that I'll let you take me from my throne, then you're clearly mistaken. I didn't come to this company to be second best, or to be down the card opening a show or to be some filler in between stick to fill time. I came to this company to prove against the best it has to offer that I am exactly everything I say I am. I speak & everyone listens, & they have chosen you to be led to the slaughter.
*He chuckles*
A lot of legends, a lot of people, have come before me. But this is my time. So step aside AJ, cause Adam Cole is coming through Bay Bay! ...or prepare to die.
Our scene fades to black
Blackman was wondering around the building , then somehow he managed to show up on the entrance way to speak to the fans. He gets a mic from the back, and he taps on it to speak.
Blackman: Alright fans, I am going to keep it simple. I am not booked this evening, and I am okay with that. It gives me some time to reflect how far I have come in this NXT brand. You how much I am appreciative of my time in here, is that I managed to reunite with my old partner in crime, Snow.
Fans start cheering on Headcheese.
Blackman: He is not here with me tonight since we couldn't be keep on running the Tag Division any more. So I am on my own, it sucks, but at this point I do not give two thoughts about it now. Now, I am on to do bigger things against my own wishes. If you had seen the last few shows, Dixie had me by the balls and enforced me to go after the International Championship.
He then walks around the entrance way for a bit.
Blackman: I was not going to risk Snow getting in the crossfire so I took it. Now, I am honestly glad I did that, and now I am in line to take on Ziggler who holds that International Championship. As you may know, he was my partner last NXT and he and I did hell of a good job in that ring. BUT, rumor has it that now he wants to call me out this week. Well Ziggy Star Dolph, I am here any day of the week so we can meet face to face. I won't hurt you, I will wait until the next event to beat the living crap out of you and take that title off your waist. But for now, wherever you lets talk like gentleman.
Blackman then heads for the back, next segment continues.
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first... weighing in at 210 pounds... from Panama City, Florida... Adam Cole!
The fans are not so keen on the returning Cole, who has done little to endear himself to them since his redebut was announced. But does The One care? Heck no. He's got the confident, knowing smile on his face as he walks down the ramp, and all the boos in the world couldn't put a dent in it.
Graves: Adam Cole has shown flashes of brilliance in his few UWF stints over the years, they just didn't pan out. But he's been a constant force to be reckoned with on the indies and I honestly believe that for the first time, we're going to see the REAL Adam Cole in a UWF ring. These people should be more respectful. They must not understand that they're in the presence of greatness.
Phillips: Or maybe they just can't stomach his arrogance. Cole has made it perfectly clear that he thinks he's the best man on the roster already and he means to prove that tonight by defeating a multiple time former world champion in AJ Styles.
Cole climbs into the ring and prepares for the match to being.
Chimel: And his opponent... weighing in at 218 pounds... from Gainesville, Georgia.... AJ Styles!
The haunting organ blares through the PA, stirring the fans into a frenzy. The people are on their feet and cheering like crazy as The Phenomenal One comes out on to the ramp. He flips his hood off and stretches his arms out, posing for the people and somehow getting them eve more excited for the bout to come.
Phillips: AJ Styles is one of the most beloved and decorated superstars in UWF history. He has come back to NXT to prove he's still one of the best in the world, too.
Graves: All due respect to AJ, but I think that mission might get cut short tonight. Adam Cole calls himself "The One" and AJ has always been "The Phenomenal One" - this town ain't big enough for two One's. Something's gotta give.
Styles jumps the ropes to enter the ring. As Tony Chimel clears out, the Official makes sure both men are ready to go. Cole is laying down some serious jaw-jacking as they wait for the bell, and Styles just gives him A LOOK~! Before the match can start though, a third song hits the PA unexpectedly...
Styles and Cole look up the ramp as none other than "Mr. Money in the Bank" Kurt Angle walks out. The fans are thrilled to see the Olympian, who's dressed to impress in his formal wear. Angle heads towards the commentary area at ringside.
Phillips: What's Angle doing out here? Is he joining us for commentary?
Graves: Apparently not. Looks like he just wants a front row seat for this match.
Angle grabs a chair from the timekeeper's area and sets up next to Graves and Phillips, but doesn't join them for the broadcast. Styles looks down at Angle, puzzled as to why he's there, while Cole couldn't care less. The Official, not really sure what to make of any of it, double checks to make sure the guys are ready for calling for the bell.
DING DING DING
Adam Cole just keeps on smiling that dick-ish smile. He throws up his hands, but not to engage, just to pose. "ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!" he shouts, or, at least, nearly shouts. Before the words can escape him mouth, Styles shoots in quicker than a hick-up and gets him in a side headlock. The Georgian (American Georgia, of course) squeezes like he's trying to bust open a coconut (a fruit indigenous to neither Georgia). Cole groans in pain as he tries to pry Styles off, but ol 'AJ keeps his grip firm and tight, planting his foot back a few inches to add some extra balance and support.
Getting desperate, Cole, who can't seem to slip out, starts marching forward. Step by step, he slowly manages to back AJ into the ropes. The Phenomenal One finally lets go once the Ref steps in, insisting on a clean break. Styles puts his hands up, keen to play by the rules. Cole puts his hands as well, surprisingly taking the high road. But his intentions aren't noble, he's just an egomaniac. Cole creates some space before shooting his hands right back up and yelling right in AJ's face...
"ADAM COLE BAY-BAY!"
Graves: Hahaha! I love it! Everyone needs a catchphrase!
Phillips: I better it will never get old....
AJ shakes his head, maybe disgusted? Yeah, disgusted what he might articulate to be "the dumbness" of it. Cole takes another few steps back and AJ comes of the ropes, circling around with a hand outstretched, hoping to engage in some sort of lock-up. "The One" nods and puts his hand to meet Styles'. AJ takes it and moves it, but before any collar-and-elbow kind of thing can happen, Cole boots his adversary right in the stomach. Styles doubles over and Adam hooks his head before dropping him with a Snap DDT!
Eating a face-full of canvas, AJ goes down hard. Cole rolls him over after delivering the move and hooks both legs for a heavy cover, obviously in hopes of securing an early victory...
1...
2...
AJ powers out at two! The fans are relieved and also chomping at the friggin bit to see their boy get back in the fight.
Graves: A sold DDT by Cole for a two-count there. He's game alright.
Phillips: I don't think AJ is foolish enough to underestimate anyone, but Cole might have some surprises for him yet.
Adam grabs AJ by the hair to pull him back up to his feet. The Ref warns him about that illegal shit, but the Panama City Playboy could give a fuck. He goes for a short-arm lariat, but AJ ducks it, wraps his arm around Cole's head on the way by and ends up with him in a reverse front facelock. Styles drops, at first it looks like he's going for an inverted DDT, but he actually just slams Adam's back down on to his shin as he kneels behind him. Still holding his head, AJ stands back up and flips forward to hit a standing Eclipse of sorts, or maybe a reverse Shiranui?
Phillips: Some innovative offense from Styles there.
Graves: Call it what you wanna call it, it works. Styles lands it flush. Cole, effectively stunner'd, has his head snapped back and all of sudden he's having a real hard time staying on his feet. His struggle to stay vertical is made all the more difficult when AJ, tenacious guy that he is, pops up, runs for the ropes, bounces back and levels homie on the rebound with a lariat. Adam gets knocked goofy before landing flat on his back. Styles shoots the half and the Official makes his count.
1...
2...
Uhhhhhhhhhh nope! Nobody shy of 250 pounds is getting a pin off of a lariat. Except Kojima, maybe, and he's so gosh darn close to making the cut anyway.
Styles climbs off of Cole, who is still loopy, and walks over to the ropes. He points down at Angle and shouts something at him - whatever it is inaudible under the sound of the crowd. But Kurt hears him, and he just shakes his head and points back to the ring, as if to say "GET YO HEAD IN THE GAME." Better advice there isn't, because just then, Cole sneaks up from behind and rolls up Styles for a quick pin attempt.
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Phillips: Roll up by Cole! Can he take it?
2...
Graves: Styles let himself get distracted!
No! Styles kicks out just in time!
AJ tries to scramble back to his feet, but Cole catches him on his way with a headlock. Styles frantically struggles to break free while Adam attempts to transfer his grip to make it a Sleeper hold. Some well placed elbows from AJ land right into Cole's solar plexus. The grasp loosens, almost enough for The Phenomenal One to escape. Before he can, though, Cole pulls him down hard and fast, slamming him down into mat.
From there, Cole runs to the ropes and bounces back, looking to knock of his opponent's head with a Penalty Kick when he does. AJ ducks underneath the boot before it can take his head off! Adam's momentum takes him a few steps too far before he can stop himself, which leaves him open to a roll up attempt from AJ! Oh, how the tables have turned! The Ref counts it...
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2...
Cole kicks out! The fans are disappointed.
Graves: Its gonna take more than a quick roll-up to keep Cole down on his big night.
Phillips: Yes, but every kick-out takes a little bit more of you, right? These men are chipping away at each other at a fast pace, and sooner or later one of them is going to make a mistake or just give out.
Adam rolls away from AJ until he's at the ropes, where he pulls himself up. Styles offers no quarter, springing to his feet as he rushes at his adversary. Cole catches him coming in with a knee lift to the stomach. He puts a cherry on top of that by slamming him face-first into the turnbuckle. AJ is dazed as all heck, affording Cole a moment to gloat.
Turning towards Angle, who is still sitting calmly at ringside, Cole throws up his hands again and shouts...
"ADAM COLE BAY-BAY"
Cole is grinning like a fiend but Kurt couldn't be less impressed. Adam looks to change that, or at least send a message, when he scoops up AJ on to his shoulders before dropping him with an Angle Slam! Shocking! Angle scowls up at him as he goes for the cover...
1...
No! Cole breaks his own pin, standing up and walking back to the ropes. He looks down at Angle tells him that his finisher is boring and that it sucks before spitting at his feet. Angle stands up, looking furious, but he doesn't do anything more than that.
Phillips: Blatant disrespect by Cole towards the Olympic hero!
Graves: He's just sending a clear message to the entire locker room. I can respect that.
Cole laughs and goes back to work, pulling Styles up to his feet once more. It looks like he might be going to hit the Last Shot when he hooks Styles' head, but The Phenomenal One suddenly comes back to life, pushing Cole off before landing two punches, a kick to midsection and then a lariat!
Adam gets dropped but shoots right back up, just in time to take a Pele Kick to the dome! It hits right on the mark, and Cole walks a few steps forward, totally stunned before collapsing like some kind of Flair Flop. AJ might could just go for the pin, but instead, he decides to pick his foe up and hit one more move.
Tucking Cole's head between his legs, AJ simultaneously puts the other man in serious danger while also garnering some serious love from the fans who just can't wait to see him hit a Styles Clash!
Phillips: If he can hit the Styles Clash, its all over!
Graves: That would certainly spoil Cole's night.
Styles goes to lift Cole up so he can execute the move, but just as he tries to do so, Cole shoves him off. AJ can't help but stagger back a few paces, and in doing so, he knocks the Ref over! REF BUMP~! OH NO!
Turning around and surveying the terrible accident, Styles leaves himself open to Cole sneaking up from behind. "The One" hits him with a lowblow so hard that Styles actually drops to the mat. The fans are booing at the top of their lungs, but once again, all Cole does is smile as he shouts...
"ADAM COLE BAY-BAY!"
Cole then backs up a few steps, lining up AJ to finish him off.
Phillips: NO! Cole with the cheap shot and the Referee didn't even see it!
Graves: If he didn't see it, how could it be against the rules?
It's looking grim for AJ, but things somehow get even worse, and not in the way you'd expect. With no music to announce him, Baron Corbin of all people charges down the ramp, slides into the ring, picks up AJ and drops him with an End of Days before anyone can even tell what's going on!
Corbin gets up and stands tall over Styles, scowling down at him. Cole watches, shocked, but then walks over and shoves Corbin, telling him to get out of his ring. The Lone Wolf pushes him right back, and just when they're about to start trading blows...
Kurt Angle slides in the ring! Mr. Money in the Bank runs up and shoves Cole out of the way before laying into Corbin with a furious combination of strikes!
Phillips: What the hell is going on out here?!?!?
Graves: Baron Corbin has made it perfectly clear that he's tired of being overlooked. He's here to make a statement.
Phillips: First Corbin, now Angle... everyone's got a bone to pick with each other, but this match is still going on... isn't it?
Fair question, Tom. The Official is still down, but Cole is up again! Not to keen on getting pushed aside, he blindsides Angle from behind, saving Corbin from the assault. Cole starts to lay into Kurt, but before you know it, AJ is back on his feet again too!
The crowd goes wild as AJ pulls Adam off of Angle, takes him by the hair and trunks and tosses him over the ropes to the outside! Across the ring, Corbin charges at Angle but Kurt ducks and pulls the ropes down just in time to send Baron tumbling awkwardly to the floor below. Cole and Corbin are left down on either side of the ring, glaring up at AJ and Kurt who are standing tall. Styles and Angle look at each other, at first with a hint that they might just start fighting too, but cooler heads prevail.
The Official finally wakes up, surveys the scene and immediately calls for the bell...
DING DING DING
THIS MATCH HAS BEEN DECLARED A NO-CONTEST
Styles is pissed, turning to the Ref and trying to explain the series of events that led to that point, but he's not hearing any of it. Cole is more angry still, having had his first match on NXT ruined. He turns and storms up the ramp, no at all impressed. Corbin, meanwhile, is confronted by two security guards, but he shoves them away with ease before hopping the barricade and disappearing into the crowd, a trail of displaced chairs and fans following in his wake. Angle slowly exits the ring, his eyes still on AJ as he collects his briefcase from ringside.
Phillips: I'm... still not sure what happened there. All I know is there's some bad blood and some unfinished business on NXT tonight.
Graves: So what else is new?
It's that question that caps off the scene as NXT continues elsewhere.
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. He has bruises all over his face, with a bandage over where he was cut open at No Mercy. Spike still looks a little beat down.
Spike: Dude, do you have some kind of Spikey sense that tingles anytime I'm taping myself up and getting ready? I mean bloody hell, that's twice in two weeks. Can't an Uncle get ready for his match in peace?
Spike quizzes the camera man, the camera moving up and then down, meaning the camera man just shrugged his shoulders. Spike shakes his head and goes back to what he was doing when a knock on the door can be heard in the distance.
Spike: Yo, it's open.
The camera swings around, focusing on Dudley's locker room door as it swings open. The camera shows none other then the NXT Owner, Dixie Carter making her way through the door being followed by a member of the NXT Medical team. Dixie makes her way into the room, taking a seat on the couch in front of Spike as the doctor remains standing as Spike hasn't looked up yet as he continues to get himself ready.
Dixie: Evening darling, how you feeling tonight?
Spike finally looks up, seemingly surprised at Dixie being there. He takes a look over to the doctor as well as he smirks at Dixie.
Spike: I'm great boss, just dandy. I'm actually really looking forward to getting a win back tonight and getting my name on the board in this G1 Climax tournament. Last week was just a blip on the radar.
Dixie: That's great to hear, I'm happy when one of my top talents has confidence in himself and ready to make me money by putting on a show. However, you did bring up last week. I watched your match last week and I have to say, it didn't feel like I was watching the Spike Dudley that defeated Kevin Steen at the Royal Rumble to win the International Championship. I didn't feel like I was watching the Spike Dudley that was a survivor in the Traditional Survivor Series match that my nephew set up when he decided to take a vacation. I personally think Spike that you might be carrying an injury so tonight, I've brought the doctor with me to give you a little bit of a check up and tell me if it's safe for you to compete tonight.
Spike's mood changes instantly. He goes from smiling to seeming pissed off. He pulls the tape off, reefing it out as he stands up towards Dixie. She is unmoved as Spike stands over her.
Spike: You have got to be kidding me right? Is this some kind of joke Dixie? Look, if you came to me last week with that option, I would have gladly sat down here and had the doctor look me over because last week I was spent. That was before the match. You can't take anything away from Chris Jericho last week, he got everything I had. I throw everything I had left to give and he took it and now this week, when I'm already behind the ball game, you just walk into my locker room and want to check if I'm alright? I might not have been the same Spike Dudley that won the important matches in the past but I'm still the Uncle Spike Dudley that's ready to fight. Where was all this last week, a week after I fell from the top of the Cell?
Dixie: Listen, calm down darling. There is no need to get upset. Last week I was a bit busy with my nephew making his return to NXT so I was a bit distracted, plus, I wanted to give you a workout to see if you could handle it. I saw signs last week that showed me you may need to take a rest. That's all Spike. Look at it from my point of view. In the space of a month, NXT has lost the longest running woman on NXT in your girlfriend, Stacy Keibler, that was followed by the longest reigning Tag Team Champions in UWF history when your brothers were put on the shelf by the Authors of Pain and at No Mercy, I found out my nephew had traded the longest reigning International Champion and pretty much the face of NXT for the past two years in Kevin Steen to Warzone only strengthening them. I don't need another one of my top stars injured and on the shelf for a long period of time Sp.......
Spike: So that's what this is all about? You only see me as an Employee and you are trying to save your show.
Dixie: Not at all. If you had let me finished, you would have heard that I am also worried about your personal safety. You looked hurt last week and I don't want Pete Dunne to do any more damage to you. I know you have so much more to give to us and I don't want that to come to a premature end. Think about your brothers, think about Stacy. If you aren't fit, you could take some time off and worry about getting her back 100%, spend some time with her and your brothers.
Spike goes to respond but it seems he allows this thought to kick in. He grabs his chin, rubbing it before he lowers himself back down into the seated position. He looks down at his feet, seeming to think it through as Dixie awaits an answer. Spike continues to look down at his feet but he mumbles something the cameras can pick up.
Spike: You want the doc to check me over, that ain't going to happen but I will allow myself to ask the doc a question to see if I'm ready.
Dixie: Okay, go ahead.
Spike: Doc, all I want to know is am I still breathing?
The doctor looks confused by his question. He looks towards Dixie as she just shrugs her shoulders, also confused by the question.
Doctor: Excuse me Spike?
Spike lifts his head now, looking focused and looking in the mood, ready for a fight with the fire burning in his eyes.
Spike: I said AM I STILL BREATHING DOC?
The doctor nearly shits himself, jumping back from Spike as he yells in his face.
Doctor: Y-y-y-yes you are still breathing.
Spike: Good, then that's all I need to compete tonight Dixie.
Dixie: But Spi....
Spike: Listen to me Dixie, I appreciate your concern and I realize where you are coming from but the fact of the matter is, I'm doing you a favor. You have advertised me for the main event all week, how would that look on you if you have to cancel it because the doctor doesn't think I can go. I know my body Dixie, trust me when I tell you this that I am ready and I am willing to go out there and put on a show that only Uncle Spike Dudley can provide and give all his Nephews what they paid for. I'm wrestling against Pete Dunne and there is nothing you can say or do to change that.
Spike stares a hole through Dixie as Dixie doesn't back down one bit. After a long and intense stare down, Dixie just throws her hands up and begins to speak.
Dixie: Fine, I can see I won't be changing your mind. I know when to give up so all I can say is, I hope you are right darling as you would be a massive loss to NXT if something were to happen. Good luck in your match.
With that Dixie gets to her feet, looking a little defeated as she makes her way through the door, being followed closely by the doctor as Spike goes back to tapping himself up. He places his fist in his other open hand as the camera flashes to black.
We're in the backstage area where we see Pete Dunne walking around before his match tonight with his Hardcore title on his shoulder. An interviewer approaches him to ask him a few questions about his match tonight.
The Interviewer: Pete, you're in the middle of what could even be called the biggest wrestling event you have ever been a part of - the G1 Climax Tournament. Moreover, you're facing the former International Champion, Spike Dudley and the two of you have had a heated conversation earlier this week, therefore my question is: How do you feel about your match tonight and what are you going to do should you lose tonight?
Pete smiles sarcastically and shoots straight away.
Pete Dunne: Before I even answer your question, let me just ask you. If you were to be fired from this company, would it matter at all? Would actually anyone apart from your family which would drown in poverty, care about that? Does anyone even care about your existence? The world would keep turning and NXT would still run every Wednesday, live from various cities of the world. See, that is an option. You could just be fired any day of your career and you have to worry about the quality of your interviews because your biggest accomplishment is holding a microphone so someone else could speak. You're not even in the camera angle. That's how irrelevant you are.
Pete pauses for a second.
But I, I matter here. The spotlight of the world points at my existence every single day and every single minute and second of this show. The people in this arena; they despise my guts and honestly I could not care less, but that speaks about something. Every time I appear underneath that big screen that plays the songs which herald one's upcoming appearance, I get showered with hatred, but that's an emotion. Something I don't really apply in my life and in my wrestling career because it's a simple distraction and a possible setback on my path to unending and endless victory against the entire wrestling industry. But it's an emotion nevertheless. They know that I will appear and that I will demolish, destroy and desecrate any single given person that I have to face in that ring. And they know that even though every word I tell them contains a reminder of how successful I am and how inferior is everyone else compared to me, they do know that every word of those is filled with nothing but the truth. That's exactly why they hate me. While if you would appear on that entrance ramp, they just wouldn't even notice and you're compensating your failed childhood dream where you desperately wished to be a wrestler like Hulk Hogan, Steve Austin, Macho Man, The Rock, but you just couldn't make it and you never put enough effort to see that come to reality. And so here you are, standing behind a camera, sweating in a suit, a man who is probably immensely popular with his friends because he works for such a conglomerate, while you're in reality and on the screen, just a floating extended hand, holding a microphone. Isn't that just so ironic that even despite all these facts you still ask me a question which includes a possibility of me failing? A human failure like yourself asks ME if there's a possibility to lose against someone who is possibly an even bigger glitch in humanity than you are? I think I've answered your question just perfectly, goodbye.
Pete turns around and leaves.
The Interviewer: There you have it, Pete Dunne and his confidence and I possibly have no words in response to what we have just heard. Back to you, NXT.
The segment ends as we actually return to NXT.
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. A massive cheer 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.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a G1 Climax tournament match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Spike Dudley!
The fans lean over the rails, asking for high fives with Spike listening, granting the fans some slaps before he begins to run and slides into the ring. The fans are still cheering for the smallest of the Dudleyz as he climbs the turnbuckle. He once again slams his chest with his clenched fists.
He grabs his glasses without lens, chucks them outside of the ring whilst he backs himself into the corner, already to go.
The drumbeat hits the sound system of the arena as Pete confidently marches from the backstage area with the championship title in his hand as he shouts something and lifts the belt up in the air.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, he is the Hardcore Champion, Pete Dunne!
Pete heads straight to the ring and climbs up the steps, ready for a fight.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Spike and Dunne circle each other. Spike seems to be stepping a little gingerly, still showing wear and tear from the past few weeks of war that he has put his body through. Dunne ties him up in a collar-and-elbow grapple, then transitions into a simple armlock before grounding Spike and pulling the wrist up, torquing that joint while using a free hand to push Spike's face into the canvas. The official starts a count and Dunne breaks it off before three, getting to his feet and shouting "Come on, you muppets!" to the crowd, drawing a wave of hatred from the crowd. Spike also gets to his feet with a look of anger as he rushes Dunne, pushing the Brit back into the ropes, before unloading with a flurry of quick blows. After three or four the official comes between the two men and orders some separation, turning his back to Dunne who then thumbs Spike in the eye over the shoulder! Spike stumbles away and the official, unaware of what just transpired, assumes his bid to split the two men has worked as the fans erupt in heat for the unsportsmanlike maneuver. Dunne follows through by coming in behind Spike and pulling him into a side headlock, twisting the neck several times before tossing Spike over the hip to the ground below and delivering a few clubbing blows to the forehead and skull. Dunne then breaks it off and rolls back up to his feet.
Tom Phillips: Pete Dunne is showing his chops here tonight in this battle of youngblood versus veteran, Corey.
Corey Graves: Dunne has been one of the more promising prospects to show up on NXT in recent months. He's probably viewing this match as a very big opportunity and I would expect him to make the most of that.
As Spike slowly gets back to his feet, Dunne moves right back in and clutches him from behind in the German position. Spike, however, rolls out to the side and around Dunne, then stomps on the backside of his calf, causing Dunne to stumble forward. Spike runs for the ropes in front of Dunne as he does, leaping into the air and connecting with a huge running forearm! Dunne falls to the canvas and Spike is quick to his feet, moving right back in and putting the boots to the Brit in a flurry of nasty stomps before Dunne rolls out of the ring to find some separation. Pete steps away from the ring and leans on the barricade for a moment as he gives his head a shake, but as he turns back around he does so to find Spike flying over the top rope in a suicide plancha that takes both men to the floor below! The fans pop in a big way for the aerial assault and Spike gets right back up as Dunne drags himself to lean against the barricade. The Dudley man grabs at his ribs for a moment, catching a breath, then comes in and rains hard rights down on Dunne's head. The crowd counts and hits ten before Spike breaks it off to step away, shaking out his fist. He then comes back, grabs Dunne by his mussy hair, and leads him to the ring before rolling him in. Spike slides in and hooks the leg.
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...NO!
Corey Graves: I can't believe a veteran like Spike Dudley would even waste time going for a cover there, Tom.
Tom Phillips: Stranger victories have occurred in this sport of professional wrestling.
Corey Graves: Not against men as talented as Pete Dunne.
Spike gets to his feet, then pulls Dunne to his own before shoving him back into a corner. Spike unloads with a huge shop to Dunne's chest, the CRACK! from which can be heard in the cheap seats. Dunne curses as he braces his chest, but Spike pushes his hand away and then chops him hard again, and again, and again, and again, seven times in all as he roars ferociously, seemingly letting out weeks of frustration. Dunne progressively loses his wind with each blow, his posture becoming more and more slouched, his weight leaning more and more heavily on the ropes he is hung up on. Finally Spike takes a few steps back, then charges forward looking for a corner lariat but as he does, Dunne lifts a boot that catches Spike on the jaw! Spike stumbles away and as he does Dunne charges so that when Spike turns around, he gets caught to the side of the head with a running enzuigiri! Dunne hooks the leg.
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...NO!
Tom Phillips: Echoes of moments ago as Pete Dunne goes for a cover and comes up short.
Corey Graves: At least he has the benefit of the argument that Spike was not 100 percent coming into this match, and that much has been obvious since the beginning.
Dunne gets to his feet, then steps over to Spike who has already rolled onto all fours and punts him square on those tender ribs. Spike flops over onto his back, thrashing around in pain as he clutches at his side, but Dunne stomps on his hand and Spike cries out as he claws at the air in agony. Dunne then drops an elbow on the ribs, causing Spike to grab for his face, at which point the Brit swaps his probing hands away and then facewashes Spike with the palm of his hand as he pushes back to his feet. Dunne then makes a fist and mimes punching his own jaw as the fans boo at the show of disrespect before heading back over to Spike, who is back on all fours. Dunne bends down and grabs Spike in the German clutch, then deadlifts him up and over with a German suplex! Spike hits the canvas but immediately rolls out onto the apron as the fans continue to boo his opponent, who gets to his feet and brushes his hair back with a free hand before hitting the ropes opposite and coming back at Spike with a baseball slide to those ribs! Spike flops to the floor outside the ring, coughing and clutching his side, as Dunne gets back to his vertical base and straight mean-mugs the nearest camera lens.
Corey Graves: He's a fearsome force, Pete Dunne is.
Tom Phillips: He'd be a lot more fearsome if he'd focus on his opponent and not the cameras or the crowd.
Dunne then drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring around the corner from Spike, rounding it to find the Dudley man using the barricade to get to his feet. Dunne will have none of that as he heads over and knees Spike in the ribs, causing the Dudley man to stand straight up and shout out a cry of pain. Dunne then European uppercuts him, causing Spike to lurch toward the ring apron. Pete follows close behind and as Spike turns back around, Dunne kicks him in the gut and grabs him in a suplex clutch, then lifts him up with a rolling release suplex right onto the apron! Spike crashes back-first onto the ring apron and writhes in agony, but Dunne grabs his arm and tangles it up in the ropes, then using them as leverage as he applies a strange and improvised wristlock! Dunne torques the joint in what is by definition not a submission hold as Spike would have an instant rope break. The official isn't sure how to call the unorthodox offence, so he starts a count on it like any good official would and Dunne finally releases at four, stepping away as he wipes his hands together as though he were wiping crumbs off of them. The fans boo, but Dunne slides back into the ring, then grabs Spike by the leg to drag him to the middle of it, presumably to cover. As he gets there however, Spike uses his leg to pull Dunne into a small package!
Tom Phillips: Cover by Spike!
1...
2...
...NO!
At two and a half, Dunne kicks out! He immediately gets to his feet as Spike scrambles for the corner and grabs the littlest Dudley by the ankle just as Spike grabs the bottom ropes. Dunne, improvising, pulls Spike away and stretches him out, suspending him above the canvas, then kicks between his legs with a blatant low blow! The fans erupt in heat and the official, having seen that one, separates the two men and chastises Dunne loudly, threatening to disqualify him. Dunne apologizes, insisting he was aiming for the gut and merely missed. After a stern rebuke from the official, it seems Pete's going to get away with it as Dudley uses the ropes to get to his feet, but he's walking even more gingerly after the low blow. Dunne charges him, but Spike throws out a back elbow that catches Dunne in the jaw and causes him to stumble away. The force of the impact, however, leaves Spike clutching his ribs and crying out. Still, he manages to get over to the Bruiserweight and knees him before Dunne can react, doubling him over. Spike then clutches him in a side headlock as he runs for the corner, stepping up each of the turnbuckles for the Dudley Dog! At the last possible moment, however, Dunne just throws Spike right off and the Dudley man flies through the air over the top rope to crash ribs-first into the barricade outside the ring! Spike nearly loses his lunch as the barricade shudders with the impact and he rolls off of it, landing with a thud on the floor below. Dunne heads out immediately, grabs him by the hair and shoves him into the ring, then rolls in and goes for the cover.
Corey Graves: If Spike is smart, this is where he lets this match end. After that ugly crash and burn counter from Pete Dunne, he doesn't stand a chance.
Tom Phillips: Spike has to worry about his long-term health after this third brutal match-up in a row.
1...
2...
...NO!
Two and three quarters as Spike gets the shoulder up. Dunne gets to his feet and shakes his head in disbelief as the fans cheer wildly for their favourite, the former International Champion. Dunne heads to the apron, then climbs up to the top rope, making a cut-throat gesture before leaping off with a double foot stomp to Spike's ribs! Spike roars in agony as Dunne rolls through and right back up to his feet, then heads over and pulls Spike back onto his back to go for the cover once again.
Tom Phillips: That has to be the end.
1...
2...
...NO!
Corey Graves: Two and six eighths. Spike refuses to go down here Tom!
Tom Phillips: If he has nothing else, Spike Dudley has a wealth of heart.
Dunne again pushes to one knee, seemingly just pissed off now as Spike drags himself over and grabs Dunne's leg. Spike then uses Dunne to get up to both knees, holding onto the Bruiserweight's waist as he does. Spike seems out of it, but he's still moving. Dunne smirks even the fiercest of competitors would feel pity for a man who refuses to stay down. Pete clubs Spike on the top of the skull, and Spike reels, but keeps a hold on his waist to stay on his knees. Dunne repeats the blow, and again, Spike reels but stays up. Spike then drags himself up to a vertical base and feebly places a hand on Dunne's jaw before throwing the slowest, weakest punch imaginable. Dunne swats it aside as the fans go dead silent, not sure what to make of the desperate display. Dunne then knees Spike in the gut, puts him in the pumphandle clutch, and lifts him up and over for the Bitter End before going for the cover.
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, the Bruiserweight
PETE DUNNE!
Corey Graves: I'm so happy that Spike Dudley opted to stay down that time. That display was getting beyond pathetic.
Tom Phillips: Some men call it pathetic, others call it heroic. Spike Dudley showed no end of heart as he has all along here on NXT, but at the end of the day Pete Dunne was just the better man.
Corey Graves: The better and the less banged-up, Tom.
Dunne seems chipper as he is handed his title, and he holds the Hardcore belt in the air to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Spike is completely out of it on his back on the canvas, and Pete looks down at him with disdain, shaking his head before tossing his hair back, putting the title on his shoulder and making his exit from the ring. Medical staff rush down past the Hardcore Champion as he makes his exit, heading to check on the former International Champion as the feed moves along.
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As the opening notes of the UWF International Champion's theme begin to play, the fans immediately erupt in a wave of heat so loud it could scorch the sun. Ziggy, however? Well, he just trots right out there into it, the title worn around his waist, looking smart af in a tailored suit. He foregoes the usual theatrics, a mic already in hand, as he heads down the ramp with confident steps, climbs the ring steps, and enters between the ropes. Dolph then unfastens his title, slowly raising it with one hand into the air, showing it to every booing fan with a smirk on his face before resting it snugly on his shoulder and turning toward the stage to speak.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
I know what you're all thinking. I've always known it. "This guy, again? Why is he back out here? What could he possibly have to say to us that he hasn't already said? Why is he so much sexier than I will ever be? Why does my girlfriend stop breathing when he's around? Did my wife really just pass out at the very sight of him?" And the answer to all of those questions is so simple you should have it memorized by now, but you're all just big, inbred, bucktoothed idiots who couldn't read a nursery rhyme, so let me paint the picture for you: Yes. I am here. And I am worlds ahead of any of you. Your gene pools may be too shallow to comprehend what's happening here, but I am the next link in the evolutionary chain and all of you? You're about to be rendered obsolete and soon to be extinct. Which brings me to the actual reason I came out here tonight...
Ziggler smirks as the fans boo, and he pauses for a moment to allow for the hatred. Then, with a raised hand, he continues.
Steve Blackman. The Lethal Weapon. Or, at least, that's what he likes to call himself. What he actually is, is a filthy little coward and a con artist. He's over the hill, poorly groomed, a pathetic excuse for a wrestler and what's more... as inbred as all the rest of you trailer park trash here in the stands and watching from home. He's the lowest, basest form of human existence, the kind of thing that can barely work out how which hole to breath out of and last week... somehow, inexplicably, he got the upper hand on me, through cheap shots and shenanigans.
Much hate from the crowd, but Dolph just shrugs it off and resumes his speech.
Oh, shut up! Shut up! Don't boo me. You all saw what happened last week, you all saw me try to de-escalate the situation by pushing Steve away and you all saw him come back at me and kick my perfect face. And I get it. I really do, Steve. You're just jealous. You're jealous of my success, you're jealous of my looks and you're jealous of the fact that every time you have a date on your arm, you have to deal with her head turning a full 180 degrees to check me out while I walk past, and the knowledge that when you finally get her into bed the only thing she's thinking about is me. You're just like every other man here, and that's why they all cheer you and boo me. They can relate to you. But me? I've never given half a shit about relating to anyone. I set my own standard, I am my own law and tonight, I'm laying that law down and calling you out. Right here, right now. Steve Blackman, get your inbred, pathetic, underhanded ass out here so I can kick it halfway to Alaska.
Dolph lowers his microphone as he awaits his opponent's arrival. He doesn't wait long, but Blackman comes from a place he doesn't expect: behind him. The fans pop as Blackman hops a barricade with a kendo stick in hand and slides into the ring behind Dolph, and it's not until he is practically on him that Ziggler spots him. Blackman swings with his kendo stick but Dolph sidesteps it and gets the hell outta dodge, rolling out of the ring with title in hand!
Tom Phillips: Dolph Ziggler showing his cowardice by bailing out of the ring here.
Corey Graves: Your bias is disgusting.
The fans boo the hell out of Ziggy as he starts to run his mouth from outside the ring, goading Blackman to follow him out. Blackman runs toward him and Dolph beats a hasty retreat, Blackman following him straight up the ramp to the stage. Dolph then runs backstage and Blackman pursues -- or tries to, before a massive body bursts out from the back and damn near decapitates Blackman with a HUGE lariat!
Tom Phillips: Oh what the Hell!
Corey Graves: Here comes the cavalry!
Akam grabs Blackman off the steel stage and pulls him to his feet as Rezar and Ellering emerge from the back. Paul glares at the dazed Blackman as Akam sets Blackman up in Russian Legsweep position but Al Snow comes out of nowhere and attacks Akam from behind with Head! Together, Headcheese start to brawl with the Authors of Pain. Blackman grabs the kendo stick and Headcheese start to go to town on the AOP, that is until Dolph Ziggler comes out from the back and superkicks Blackman! Al Snow goes to attack Dolph but the Authors of Pain double team him. Rezar now goes back to Blackman and starts punching away at the number one contender. Ziggler tells Paul to tell them to finish them. Ellering instructs the AOP and they lift up both Blackman and Snow in a powerbomb. They run towards each other and smack Headcheese against one another, then planting them on the steel with the Super Collider! Dolph just laughs, his plan working. He raises up the International title high as the crowd boos the four men who stand over Headcheese as the show fades out.
END OF SHOW
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Uso vs Jericho - SBS
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