Post by Danny on Aug 25, 2018 0:54:19 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-
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Tom Phillips is suddenly cut off by the General Manager of NXT comes walking out on the stage to boos. He calmly head down the ramp and Spud come running out from the back, opening up the ropes for him to get in. He then goes and grabs a mic for his boss and hands it over, leaving Ethan to speak.
EC3: It's been a month since I've settled back into becoming the full time GM of NXT. While I was out, a lot of people thought they could take advantage of that. They thought just because I wasn't here, I wouldn't know what was going on. One very vocal person in particular wanted my aunt Dixie to run the company forever. That man, was Tom Phillips.
Ethan looks at Tom who looks scared. Corey on the other hand has a huge smile on his face.
EC3: You don't think I heard you questioning my choices when I ran things? You don't think I heard you claim how much better things were with Dixie in charge? I should fire you right on the spot! But I won't. You signed a two year contract and I know how easy it is to get places shut down. So while I can't fire you, I can add someone else to the commentary booth. Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you, Mauro Ranallo!
There's a pop from the crowd as Mauro Ranallo makes his way down the ramp to the commentary booth. Tom looks a little flustered but shakes his hand nonetheless as does Graves. Ethan leaves the ring and let's the show get underway.
Corey Graves: Yes I am loving the revitalized NXT! Legendary announcer Mauro Ranallo is here on NXT! Let me be the first to welcome you.
Mauro Ranallo: Thank you Graves, it's good to be here on the best wrestling show on the planet.
Tom Phillips: And we've got a great show lined up tonigh-
Mauro Ranallo: Vampiro faces Spike Dudley in our main event, Champion vs Champion. It's going to be a brawl for the ages!
Corey Graves: Not to mention Kurt Angle faces Adam Cole in what's sure to be a hell of a fight.
Tom Phillips: Plus-
Mauro Ranallo: Plus we have four new comers all vying to become the next big thing in the landscape of NXT.
Corey Graves: And of course There's Jimmy Uso teaming up with Dalton Castle to face the Wet Bandits.
Mauro Ranallo: Much like the candles on my birthday cake, NXT tonight is going to be Lit!
Corey Graves: I like this guy already!
Out comes the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time, the Best In The World At What He Does: Chris Jericho, flanked by fireworks and wearing his favorite light-up jacket. He heads down the ring, not as pumped up as usual, but that's to be expected considering the result of his most recent match.
The entrance music calms down as does the crowd, anxious to hear what Y2J has to say.
Chris Jericho: Ladies and gentlemen..... it's back. Welcome to the new and improved Highlight Reel with Chris Jericho, featuring the JeriTron 6527!
I guess now is the time to address the elephant in the room. I, Chris Jericho, lost, at SummerSlam, my best scarf while riding a helicopter through downtown Atlanta. If anybody finds it, please return it. I really need that scarf. It's the one with the anchors and stuff on it.
Oh yeah. The Festival of Jericho is canceled too, or should I say "postponed".
In other breaking news, Hardcore Holly has literally destroyed 2K headquarters for his inclusion in the game without permission. The game is on an indefinite hiatus. Sorry, folks. No cover reveal now.
Alright. No more bullshit. I'm not going to sugarcoat it any longer. Kurt Angle beat me at SummerSlam. He did. He pinned my shoulders to the canvas for an entire 3-second span. That makes us tied at 1-1. Kurt, I know you've got a line of Contender's waiting for you, so how about you give me what I need. I deserve a rematch. I worked much harder than you for that opportunity. I was gassed after the high altitude trip in the helicopter. It sucked, but it made an awesome moment.
The point is, I want a rematch. Right here, right now. The War to Settle The Score. Put our rivalry to.bed once and for all. I want that rematch against the man who got a fluke win over me. I want a rematch against the man who capitalised on me being a cocky son of a bitch and not actuslly outwrestling me. This man beat me not long ago, and any other day would've ended in him seeing stars.
Come on out. I want one more match against you. You know who you are. I want you now, Ang-
"Jekyll & Hyde" by Five Finger Death Punch interrupts Chris Jericho mid sentence, as Adam Cole steps through the curtains with a microphone in his hand. The crowd is heated, as his music is cut quickly for him to speak.
Chris..Chris..Chris..Could you possibly be anymore naive? I mean look at you, whining & begging for a opportunity you already had spoon fed to you & turned right around & lost at Summerslam. I mean, let's face the facts here Chris it's no hidden secret; you don't possess a rematch clause, nor do you hold any special briefcase. The way I see you, it's time you got to where you've always belonged & that's the back of the line.
Adam Cole paces the stage
I mean hell, you managed to turn the summer's biggest party into the battle of two washed up has been, & you came out on the losing end of the spectrum. You see Jericho you're a loser & will always be a loser. Not just in my eyes no in the eyes of anyone who has to watch you gasp around this ring & pretend you're a professional wrestler. It's the same old shit with guys like you, but I proved on NXT when I beat you in the middle of this ring, 1.2.3 that you'll never hold a candle to me.
Adam Cole walks down the ramp, & slides into the ring
You're not in the same league as me, you're not even in the same universe as me. You're below me, you'll never be what I am no matter how many catch phrases you come up with or how many names you have to put on your moronic list, & that's the World's Greatest Professional Wrestler. Period. End of argument.
So Ill do you a solid tonight. I'll do what you couldn't do, what I was DESTINED to do, what I was ROBBED of doing the first time we met, & that's kill another legend of this business. A "Olympic Hero", in the middle of this ring when I come face to face with Kurt Angle live in front of the world one more time. We'll lock up move for move, submission for submission & kick for kick. I will beat him tonight, & then I will beat him once more for that championship he holds on his shoulder.
So if anyone is getting a world title opportunity Jericho, look no further. I wasn't pinned in my championship match at Summerslam. So if anyone deserves a world title opportunity one versus one, if anyone is OWED a world title opportunity it's ME.
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The General Manager of NXT steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd gives off a negative reaction. He already has a mic in hand and begins to speak.
EC3: Well look what we've got here. I was just in the back listening to your compelling arguments and I have to agree, you both could be given a title shot. The problem with that is I don't give things out around here. NXT is all about earning your keep and Jericho, you lost to Angle. You actually lost to Cole on the last NXT too. That gives Adam some pretty good leverage but I won't look past what the fans want either. You and Kurt had a hell of a match and a rubber one to settle the score is good business. Dolph Ziggler however is currently next in line for a title shot but here's what I'll do. NXT's next PPV is Genesis and with Kurt Angle vs Dolph Ziggler already headlining, why not add Adam Cole vs Chris Jericho. The winner of that match, will get a very special opportunity.
You can hear the murmuring through the crowd, people wondering what that could mean.
EC3: Don't worry, it'll be big. Good luck.
EC3 heads to the back while Cole and Jericho stare each other down as the scene fades out.
as NXT rolls on we see Renne Young in the backstage area
Renne:"Hello guys once again I'm Renne Young and I want to welcome my guest at this time Dalton Ca.."
Renne being cut off by Dalton's 2 boys who walk in front of him and fan him, Dalton eventually enters the camera frame and greets Renne with a hello.
"Hello Dalton, I wanted to ask you, do you really think you and Jimmy Uso can win against The Wet Bandits? them being an experienced tag team and you Jimmy first teaming up together.
Dalton takes time to think about his answer
"Well Renne I am kinda nervous but not because of those weirdos The Wet Bandits, but because a new animal is gonna join the peacock pack tonight and I wanna do a good first impression, how do I look?
Dalton starts to "fix" his perfect looking peacock suit and tells the boys to fix his beautiful hair
"Dalton! Dalton! you look great, and another thing you know this isn't the first time you meet Jimmy Uso right? I mean you wrestled him in SummerSlam and in your return match at NXT."
"Yeah I know that, but tonight's the first time I'll meet Jimmy Uso boy number 3, BOYS!!!!!! don't forget the Skirt, hand-held fan and the mask for Jimmy!!"
Dalton walks away as he yells about how easy it is to get good boys right now.
"Wait but if Boy 3 has a name why Boy 1 and 2 don't have a name? well, guys that was Dalton Castle, back to you Tom and Corey."
We come back from our advertisements, and we see both the ghastly Jimmy Havoc and towering Matt Morgan already in the ring. They throw some gestures to one another some competitive goading, as would be expected among competitors in the squared circle. Then, suddenly
Suddenly, WALTER's theme hits as he slowly makes his way out with both hands behind his back. With esteeming national character, the technical hulk of a German makes his way down to ringside.
Tony Chimel: And, from Vienna Austria, weighing in at 310 pounds, from Vienna, Austria: WALTER!
Walter makes his way up the steel staircase, and enters the ring. He eyes down the rest of the competitors, as the next man makes his entrance-
The memorable music hits, the crowd goes wild as they know, Tyler Bate, the Iron Master, is about the come out.
Tyler BURSTS out from the curtain to a massive pop from the audience.
Tyler twiddles his famous moustache (which is now accompanied by a beard) and walks down the ramp toward the ring.
Tony Chimel: And, introducing the final participant, weighing in at 175 Pounds, from Dudley, England: Tyler Bate!
Tyler looks to his left and sees a "Tyler Driver 97'!" sign and walks toward the owner of it. He poses in front of the man, who was holding a phone in his hand and takes a photograph with him.
Tyler slides onto the apron, he stands up and looks to the crowd to an ovation, then he climbs in through the middle rope. Bate then positions himself in front of the turnbuckle and hops up onto it; Tyler waves to the crowd.
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The two biggest men in the match Matt Morgan and Walter begin to stare each other down as if to assert their dominance as the most powerful force in this match. Meanwhile, Tyler Bate and Jimmy Jacobs lock up
Tom Phillips: The two largest men in this contest are staring each other down.
Mauro Ranallo: Meanwhile, Tyler Bate and Jimmy Jacobs meet with the lock-up.
Tyler manages to go behind Havoc and grab him in a waistlock, lifting him up and then down by tripping his legs to the canvas a textbook takedown. Tyler then spins around the body of Havoc as if to arouse some anger from the King of the Goths. Once Tyler returns from the spin, Tyler meets Havocs arms surprisingly with a double chickenwing, and flips him over to the side with the pinning predicament
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As soon as Havoc kicks out, Tyler returns to his feet with one of the arms still hooked, and rehooks one of the arms, and throws Havoc overhead with a double-underhook suplex!
Mauro Ranallo: What an astounding technical maneuver and throw from Tyler Bate!
As this is happening, Walter and Matt Morgan were continuing to stare each other down. Morgan eventually begins to physically push at the face of Walter, asking him to bring it, until Walter hooks one of the arms in use by Matt Morgan, and clobbers him to the canvas with the other arm with a massive lariat!
Tom Phillips: My god what a lariat from Walter!
Corey Graves: Tom, there is a half a foot height difference between Walter and Matt Morgan, and Walter just took him to the canvas without even going for the maneuver of shooting for the legs of the big man. That tells you how powerful he is.
Morgan rolls out of the ring to rethink his strategy, with the powerful Walter in pursuit of the giant. Matt Morgan eventually turns around and begins exchanging blows with Walter, with Walter getting the better of the seven-footer. Meanwhile, Tyler Bate again holds onto the butterfly like a seasoned veteran, and gets Havoc up to his feet whilst in the hold, but before throwing him, switches holds, and throws him overhead with an exploder suplex!
Mauro Ranallo: And another picture perfect throw from the prodigy of Dudley, England!
Tyler rolls Havoc over for the pin, again-
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All the while, Matt Morgan and Walter have been brawling on the outside. Morgans taken enough shots to the head, and leans against the guarding rail to briefly retreat. The ruthless man from Vienna gives the enemy no quarter, as he kicks Morgan in the gut, lifts him up from a powerbomb-position, and viciously powerbombs him down onto the guard railing! The audience gasp, as Morgan looks like he mightve been flattened.
Tom Phillips: POWERBOMB ONTO THE RINGSIDE RAILING!
All the while, Tyler Bate is still in the ring with Havoc as was to be expected, and hooks the arms of Havoc once again. Tyler has him in the Tyler-Driver 97 position, and throws him up before, bombing him back down with his signature finishing maneuver-
Mauro Ranallo: But, Tyler Bates in the ring and he just hit the Tyler Driver 97!
Bate holds the pinning predicament, as the official makes for the count-
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"And, your winner of this contest by pinfall "
"Tyler Bate!"
The official holds up the hand of Tyler Bate, as Tyler waves to the audience in signature fashion. With a victory under his belt, NXT rolls on
We go to a prerecorded message from a few hours ago inside an unknown part of the building. In a dark room of red and green lighting, the Face of Fear himself, Vampiro can be seen walking in sluggish, creature like way, carrying the Intercontinental Championship under his arm.
Vampiro: "Electricity, excitement, and a change of seasons. I've been on a winning streak since my NXT debut, and not even 3 of this brand's best to offer has derailed my invasion of darkness. SummerSlam was the final chance to stop me, and look at what happened, look at this title I hold. That tells the rest of the story just fine."
Vampiro makes his way to a large, black clothed object with a shake of his head, grinning from ear to ear. Vampiro stops at the object, pulling off the cloth to reveal a slick, black coffin. He glides his hands along the side, pressing his ear against the lid with apperciation, speaking once more.
Vampiro: "Tonight, we celebrate two things. The Birth of The Intercontinental Reign of Fear, as I call it... and the prelude to Aleister Black's demise. You and I have unfinished business, you're angry, you're disgusted that you weren't the one to be pinned. Hell, you were robbed in broad day light. If Ethan Carter the Third's a smart man, you'll get your match, the man thinks with his wallet after all. Soon enough, you'll find your way in here, just like the legacy you tried to build with this title and the constant reminder, that everything you did has been absorbed. Speaking of a "legacy"... "
Vampiro: "The self-proclaimed Underdog, Spike Dudley. I'll be one of many to congratulate you on your victory... you and I need to be the examples of what a real champion looks like Spike, because these are the real peaks of greatness here, not some fancy International Title. But like anything, it's never simple, we can't go and skip through the fields with locked arms, we need to beat one another to a bloody pulp. If that's what I've got to do to show to these people that this Intercontinental Championship reigns supreme above all other championships in the UWF, than it'd be my pleasure to rip off that arm of yours and start beating you with it."
Vampiro takes the cloth and covers the coffin up. He picks up the camera, staring the lens as his grin has seemed to only stick. He holds his Intercontinental Championship up to display to the camera in all it's glory.
Vampiro: "What better way to see which champion is more of deserving to be called Hardcore here in NXT than in the main event. I'm going to prove to you Spike, and to anyone that doubts the New Face of Fear, that I'm here to stay, that I'm not a one trick pony. Defeating me is the new goal everyone here in NXT needs to put as a priority, because I'm coming at all of you, it doesn't matter when, why, or how, but sooner or later I'll take you all out. This Intercontinental Title was just the first to be consumed by my influence in this brand, and adding Spike Dudley to the body count will just grow it tenfold. All doubts of me, all the thoughts that Vampiro is just another trend, will soon... well, to quote a dear, dear friend of mine... Fade to Black. "
Vampiro begins to cackle, giving a thumbs down in mockery of Aleister Black before performing his own signature thumb across the throat gesture. He slithers off frame as NXT rolls on...
Tony Chimel:The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Panama City, weighing in at 220 pounds, Adam Cole!
"Jekyll and Hyde" by Five Finger Death Punch blares through the arena, as Adam Cole makes his way onto the stage. He smirks as he bounces from side to side before making his way down the ramp & into the ring. He hits all four ropes throwing up a "too sweet" hand gesture, as fans throw ribbons of material up & over the ropes. Adam Cole waits for the match to begin.
Kurt Angles entrance begins to blare through the PA System and all of the fans immediately begin to raise up out of their seats. The fans scream all out creating an ear deafening ovation for the Olympic Gold Medal Winner as he begins to step out from the back. Kurt has a very serious look on his face as he steps out from behind the curtain with the International Championship strapped firmly around his waist.
He stops at the middle of the ramp for his signature pyro. The fans scream out You Rock on cue with the music that actually gets a little smile out of Kurt, a show of appreciation. Kurt walks by and shakes a few hands before stepping up the steel steps and entering the ring.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 225 lbs. hailing from Pittburgh, Pennsylvania, He is the International Champion: Kurt Angle!!!
Both men head to their corner and wait for the ref to call for the bell.
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Cole just leans back on the turnbuckle, not really caring to take Angle seriously despite him being the International Champion. Cole very nonchalantly walks to the middle of the ring and puts his hand up for a test of strength. Angle comes up and locks finger with him before Cole places his other hand up. Angle goes to reach for it but then Cole Too Sweet's him right in the eyes! Angle is temporarily blinded while Cole just laughs at him until Kurt suddenly grabs him and throws him overhead with a belly to belly suplex! Cole gets surprised by this and rolls out of the ring to compose himself.
Tom Phillips: You don't want to take the Olympic Gold Medalist for granted in a big match like this.
Corey Graves: Adam Cole just beat Chris Jericho on the last NXT the same way. Stuff like this gets into people's heads Phillips, not that you would know a single thing about wrestling.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Kurt Angle might not be done.
Angle rolls out of the ring to meet Cole but Adam knocks the wind out of him with a well placed knee to the midsection. He then grabs Angle by the head and throws him head first into the steel ring post! The crowd is all booing but a few smarks in the crowd throw up some Too Sweets. Cole goes to Too Sweet them but then pulls his hand back, faking out those fans but just like the smarks they are they cheer for it anyways. Cole picks up Angle and tosses him back into the ring before following in after. Angle is trying to get up but Cole comes running over and connects with a shining wizard! He hooks the leg for the pin.
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Angle kicks out! Cole brings Kurt back up to his feet and wants to finish this already. He tries to lift him up in the vertical suplex position but Angle hooks onto his leg to prevent it. Cole punches him a few times in the gut to weaken him before finally lifting him up into the air but Angle drops down behind him and has his waist. Cole tries reaching out for the ropes but it's too late as Angle throws him back with a german suplex! He keeps his arms locked together and rolls through for a second one! Cole's now dead weight but that doesn't stop Angle from hitting the third one, releasing and sending Cole flying! The crowd is pumped, even more so when Angle lowers the straps and yells out. Cole tries to crawl to the outside but Angle grabs his foot and pulls him back in right into an Ankle Lock! Cole doesn't even wait that long, tapping out immediately.
Tony Chimel:Here is your winner, the International Champion, Kurt Angle!
Mauro Ranallo: All it takes is one Ankle Lock for Angle for get the submission victory.
Corey Graves: Look I know you're new here Mauro but clearly Angle didn't beat him. Sometimes you have to know when it's best to pull back. He's got a big match coming up at Genesis and rather than risk having an injured ankle and jeopardizing his chances, he lives to fight another day.
Tom Phillips: He didn't even try to get out Corey.
Corey Graves: No one was talking to you Phillips!
Cole leaves to the back right away while Angle gets his hand raised and gets handed back his International Championship. He raises it high for all to see until the live feed goes elsewhere.
The live feed goes back down to ringside where Jimmy Uso is standing in the ring.
Tony Chimel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, Jimmy Uso!
Jimmy lifts his hand in the air, hyped to get his hands on the men who cost him his match at Summerslam.
as the famous guitar solo but now with added lyrics starts to play the crowd starts to cheer and cheer LOUD as they cant but love this charismatic milkshake who the song belongs to and as they cheer his 2 boys come out holding their 2 hand held fans up in the air waiting for Dalton to come through them and does exactly that as he screams a peacock scream starts to walk to the ring followed by his boys waving at him as he screams for some cheerful words about colorful world and a screaming that this is where he belongs as he comes to the ring the boys bypass and they go to the right side of the ring to be used as stairs for Dalton as he enters the ring he's grabbing the side of his colorful peacock style jacket and when the boys come along they kneel on both of his sides and he poses as a peacock
after the pose they start to take off his clothes as he run to the rope and to the other one starting to lower his back to almost a punishing way but in a second bam! he goes up and poses
Tony Chimel: And his partner, from Catalina Island, Dalton Castle!
than he order his boys to take the chair pose and he sits in the boys chair waiting for his opponent to make his entrance
One More Time!
Tony Chimel: And their opponents, Dan Lawrence and Markus Crane, the Wet Bandits!
The Wet Bandits make their way out from the back to mostly groans from the NXT faithful. Dan Lawrence is as hype as ever with Markus Crane acting is usual coked up self. They get into the ring and Markus looks like he's about to attack Jimmy and Dalton but Lawrence holds him back and tells him to head to the apron. Jimmy goes out as well and the ref calls for the bell.
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Dan Lawrence comes out of the corner, full of unearned confidence, sure that this will be a cake walk. Dalton just stands across the ring from him with his hands on his hips in the classic peacock pose. The Party Danimal tells Castle to come on and fight but Dalton keeps the pose locked in. Lawrence grabs Castle's arms and shoves them off of his hips but Castle just puts them right back on his hips. He tries once more but again, Castle keeps his pose locked in. Lawrence has finally had enough and he slaps Castle across the face! The crowd let's a big "OOHHH!" and Castle slowly turns his head Black to face Lawrence with a crazed look in his eye. Dirty DL backs up with his hands up in the air but then pokes Caslte right in the eyes!
Mauro Ranallo: Dan Lawrence up to his same old tricks but a newcomer like Castle may not be as well versed in his tactics Corey.
Corey Graves: He calls himself Dirty DL for a reason and contrary to popular belief, it's not because he looks like a pedophile.
Tom Phillips: Come on Corey, this is a family show.
Temporarily blinded, Castle staggers backwards and Jimmy tags himself in. He comes running in full steam and takes down Lawrence with a jumping clothesline. He pops back up swings wildly but Jimmy ducks it and picks him up onto his shoulders only to drop him back down with a Samoan drop! Lawrence rolls out of the ring to try and escape the barrage but Jimmy comes running over, jumping over the ropes and landing right on top of Lawrence! He grabs Dan's body and throws him back into the ring, scurrying over to make the pin.
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Markus comes in to break up the count! Jimmy trades a few word with him but goes back to business. He whips Lawrence over to his corner and then takes off, smashing him in the corner with the stinger splash. Jimmy then tags in Castle who is more than ready for some revenge. He brings Lawrence out of the corner and throws him back with an exploded suplex! The Party Danimal tries to crawl over to his corner but Castle catches up with him and grabs him from behind. He starts to deadlift him up but Dan throws a few elbows to the side of the head that stun Castle but it only last a few seconds as The Party Peacock snaps out of it and throws Lawrence back with a deadlift German suplex, bending his knees and keeping his hold in as the ref counts the pin.
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Crane breaks up the pin once again! This time he stays on the attack, stomping on the downed Castle until the ref has to forcibly push him back and tell him to exit the ring. Castle stands back up and has a few words with him and Crane tries to come back into the ring. The ref holds him off but behind his back, Dirty DL comes crawling up behind Castle and nails him with a low blow! Castle falls to the mat and Lawrence ends up crawling over to his corner and making the tag to Crane.
Markus comes in and immediately runs after Castle, nailing him with a falling club to the back of the head. He stays on him like a wildman just swinging away, not caring about his aim so much and he just hits him somewhere. The ref has seen enough and backs him away, Crane getting a hold of his composure as he places his hands in the air saying he'll back off. Then out of nowhere he charges at Jimmy and knocks him off the apron with a stiff clothesline. The fans are starting to boo the most they ever have so far in this match. Now that both men are down, Lawrence wants to come back in and yells for Crane to make the tag which he does. Castle is getting back to his feet so Lawrence comes running over and jumps onto his back in a crucifix position. The power of Castle prevents him from falling back in a pinning predicament but he doesn't notice Crane head up top and leap off with a Blockbuster into the crucifix pin combo known as the Passion of the Crane! The ref counts the pin!
Mauro Ranallo: Passion of the Crane Mama Mia!
Corey Graves: We might just witness the first ever tag team win from the Wet Bandits!
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Jimmy Uso breaks up the count just in time! Markus Crane comes running over at Jimmy but he ends up eating nothing but a straight superkick to the jaw! If that wasn't enough, Jimmy heads straight up to the top rope and comes off with a Samoan Splash! Jimmy pops back up and give the crowd the Uce yell but Lawrence comes running over from behind and tosses him over the ropes and onto his own tag team partner. Lawrence looks a little distraught having not noticed that Crane was lying on the floor outside. The Boys however are fanning Castle behind him, trying to get him back in the match. Lawrence turns around and walks over to the kneeling Castle but Dalton catches him off guard by picking him up and spinning him round and round for the Bang-A-Rang! He flips hik over for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Jimmy Uso and Dalton Castle!
Having had their revenge, Jimmy and Castle look at one another for awhile. Jimmy walks up to Dalton and extends his hand. Castle looks around as the crowd cheers but instead of shaking his hand, he instead offers his hand out as if he'd like Jimmy to kiss it. Jimmy just laughs and takes his hand but turns it into a hand shake. The crowd pops and Jimmy leaves to head up the ramp while Castle poses with his boys in the ring until the scene fades out.
As NXT rolls on, were taken backstage where we see the interviewer known as Cathy Kelley, backstage, and it looks as if shes about to present the audience with an interview, as she sits professional in a chair
Cathy Kelley: Hello, Everyone! Cathy Kelley here, and what a night its been thus far. As promised on UWF.com, an extremely rare interview with the mysterious Aleister Black has been scheduled. Ladies and Gentlemen, without further delay, I am here to present you with that interview. I give to you, the nefarious, the mysterious: Aleister Black"
Aleister Black sits in one of the interviewing chairs, cross-legged, as per his usual disposition. His head is hung low with a certain air of concentration; it was apparent that the man from Amsterdam was meditating. He only mumbles, as Kelley jollily proceeds with the questions
Cathy Kelley: Right, so, first things first, Aleister? How are you feeling? Whats going through your head right now?
Aleister nonchalantly and bluntly responds with his head still hung low-
Aleister Black: Many things.
Kelley shakes her head, Aleister remains quiet, so she inquires once more-
Cathy Kelley: Well, what are these things, Aleister? Are you feeling disappointed in yourself? Are you feeling you couldve done better? Whats going on beneath the surface
Aleister raises his index finger to the mouth of Kelley, ushering her to be quiet for a moment with an audible shh. Theres an eerie silence for a moment, as Aleister holds this posture. He eventually rises his head, speaking to her-
Aleister Black: Those things, Cathy Kelley, are things I shouldnt say on television. I know you think you want to know the truth the man thats behind the mask but the truth is far scarier than the façade that hes generous enough to present himself with in his physical form.
Aleister lowers his finger, speaking more matter of a fact
Aleister Black: I will say this, however. At Summerslam, Vampiro took something of mine. He didnt beat me. He didnt outlast me. He didnt annihilate me. He didnt prevail over me. He didnt do any of those things that we both consider a part of a well-fought victory. He just snatched that belt from under me like a pick pocket. Like a thief.
Cathy nervously picks her microphone back up, and returns to speaking and interviewing the Dutch Deestroyer
Cathy Kelley: And, it looks as if this is causing some issues for you, yes? What additional feelings are you harboring, Aleister?
Aleister Black: I harbor many feelings towards Vampiro, and all of them are diabolical. All of them are sinister. All of them involve me either psychologically or physically hurting him. He didnt just take away that Intercontinental Championship away from me, Cathy no he took away my favor. His favor that he gave to me.
Kelley appears confused
Cathy Kelley: What does that mean? What favor are you talking about?
Aleister methodically eyes off into the distance, before returning to speaking
Aleister Black: Understand this. When I lost that belt, I lost the favor with the demon The Undergod that I sold my soul to, by my own blood, in an unholy ritual. The G1, although a failure, was an acceptable loss, because there was always the contingency surrounding the Intercontinental Title. Cathy Kelley, the Intercontinental Championship is no longer in my hands, and as a result, I have lost the favor with the devil I worship.
Theres an eerie silence, Cathy Kelley awkwardly looks to the camera before responding haphazardly
Cathy Kelley: O-Oh. Okay. Uh, what does this mean for the future? What does this mean with Vampiro? What does this mean for the bigger picture?
Aleister methodically pauses once more, before returning to speaking
Aleister Black: It means Ive fell out of favor with the gods that lie beneath; it means, for the time being, that now I am the damned, Cathy Kelley. If I were to die before you, I would enter a realm of eternal torment without favor or sanctuary.
Theres another eerie silence, as Aleister stares a hole into Cathy Kelley-
Aleister Black: However. know this. I am a determined being. I do not give up. I do not falter in the face of adversity. This is only another test. This is only another trial. Before Summerslam this wasnt personal, this was a professional title defense. Cathy Kelley, Vampiro this is now personal. Vampiro, Im coming for you, and Im coming for the love of the devil.
Aleister stares a hole into the lens of the camera, as it soon fades to black; NXT rolls on.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a non-title champion versus champion match and it is scheduled for one fall!
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.
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.
Tony Chimel: Introducing first, from Dudleyville, weighing in at 145 pounds... he is the UWF Hardcore Champion... SPIKE DUDLEY!
He grabs his glasses without lens, chucks them outside of the ring whilst he backs himself into the corner, already to go.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The lights begin to flicker red and green as a ambient, sluggish assortment of electronic instruments begin to play. The sound becomes heavier and louder with each passing moment, building up until finally-
"FEAR SOMETHING AGAIN!"
The words and grunts following them come out full force with the rocking instruments playing along to one of Disturbed's best known tracks, appropriately named, Fear. Out slithers the Dark Angel, Vampiro in a hypnotic swerve, his Intercontinental Championship strapped around his waist. Sadistic and confident his grin is as he makes his way down the entrance ramp, slow but with a careless bounce to it.
Tony Chimel: "From Thunder Bay, Ontario, weighing in at 255 pounds, he is the Intercontinental Champion, The Dark Angel, Vampiro!"
Vampiro slides under the bottom rope into the ring, crawling to a slow slither to stand. He undoes the IC Belt around his waist, stares at the hard cam before kneeling down and performing his signature slit throat gesture, which on cue does away with the green and red lights. He slithers his way, laying up against the turnbuckle with his championship cradled in his arms as he mentally prepares himself.
DING DING DING
The bell rings for this champion versus champion contest and neither Vampiro nor Spike Dudley seems in any rush to close the gap and start wailing on one another. Spike stays to his corner with his dukes up while Vampiro paces back and forth in the corner opposite, then finally steps out, dropping into a brawlers' stance. Spike anticipates the movement and ties Vampiro up, but the Intercontinental Champion quickly powers to an advantage and drives Spike back to the ropes, keeping a firm grip on the smaller man's chin. The official counts to four and Vampiro breaks off, stepping away while Spike shakes out his wrists and squares back up. The pair tie up again, but this time Spike uses his agility to maneuver around to Vampiro's back. Spike tries to use the back hold to leverage himself into a better position, but Vampiro grabs his hands and breaks loose, then turns, crossing Spike's arms over each other. Vampiro then straight kicks Spike in the gut and drops an elbow on the newly doubled-over Dudley's spine, sending Spike to the canvas. The underdog Hardcore Champion rolls out of the ring and braces his spine as he steps away from the apron.
Mauro Ranallo: We are just moments into this match between two long-time veterans of the hardcore scene and thus far these two NXT champions seem easily matched.
Tom Phillips: You've got that right, Mauro.
Corey Graves: Oh God, is this the kind of circle jerk the fans are going to be subjected to every week?
Spike climbs back up onto the apron and moves to step in between the ropes but as Vampiro advances, Spike backs off. The official sees this and urges Vampiro to allow his opponent some separation to enter the ring and keep the match going. The Dark Angel smirks, then nods and steps away. Spike enters the ring and the pair tie up, but this time Vampiro directs a forearm smash right to Spike's face and sends the Dudley Boy reeling. Vampiro closes the gap quickly and pummels Spike with several more forearms before sending him off the ropes; on rebound, Spike runs right into a back body drop. Vampiro then falls on top of Spike and directs some closed fists right into the Hardcore Champion's forehead, bashing him repeatedly on the skull. The official counts for several seconds before Vampiro breaks it off and Spike is bleeding.
Corey Graves: Spike Dudley is already bleeding! This match is going to be awesome!
Mauro Ranallo: You say awesome, but some would say awful, Graves! That extent of blood has little place in a UWF wrestling contest.
Tom Phillips: You need to watch some of our back episodes on the network, Mauro. It's only $9.99.
Vampiro pulls Spike to his feet and leads him to the corner, then rears his head back before trying to shove it into a turnbuckle. Spike grabs the ropes on either side however and pushes back against the force, preventing the attempted assault. Vampiro tries again, and Spike resists again before throwing an elbow back into the Hardcore Champion's gut. Spike then pulls Vampiro into a Dudley Dog hold and starts to run up the turnbuckle but as he does, Vampiro spins away from the corner and drops him arse-first on a knee for a spinebreaker! Spike shoots up and then stumbles into the ropes; as he rebounds, Vampiro scoops him up and drops him on the knee again in a backbreaker. Vampiro shoves Spike off of his knee and then goes for the cover.
1...
...NO!
The perennial underdog kicks out.
Tom Phillips: Spike Dudley needs to find some momentum in this match-up.
Corey Graves: Thanks again, Captain Obvious. Vampiro is very clearly targeting Dudley's back he's looking to cripple the Hardcore Champion and prevent Spike from using those speedy maneuvers that would give him the edge against a more power-oriented guy like Vampiro.
Mauro Ranallo: That's right exactly, Corey.
Vampiro gets to his feet and lines Spike up so when the littlest Dudley sits up, he can charge in and punt him right in the spine. Spike does, indeed, sit up, but as Vampiro comes in for the punt Spike flops to the side and the Intercontinental Champion whiffs the kick! Spike then takes advantage of the unbalanced bigger man and sweeps out his leg, then mounts for some ground-and-pound! The Hardcore Champion rains hard fists down on his Intercontinental counterpart and even as Vampiro tries to get his arms up to block, Spike's assault is unrelenting until the official tells him to break it off. Dudley does so at that point, then gets to his feet and heads for the apron and to the top rope! Vampiro is writhing as Spike gets up top and then leaps off for a frogsplash! Just as Spike goes airborn, however, he realizes his mistake as Vampiro lifts the knees up and the littlest Dudley damn near loses his lunch as he lands gut-first on those knees, every little bit of wind knocked straight out of him as he rolls off and flops onto his back, clutching his ribs. Vampiro then gets to one knee and throws his hair back before pushing up to his vertical base and moving over to pick Spike up.
Mauro Ranallo: After crashing and burning on that frogsplash, the underdog might be about to be put down.
Tom Phillips: Spike Dudley has come back from a lot worse!
Corey Graves: Never against an opponent as sadistic and methodical as Vampiro, though.
Vampiro pulls Spike to his feet, but the littlest Dudley taps into a reservoir of fight and goes for a snap lariat! Vampiro ducks it, however, hooking Spike's arm in the process and spinning him into an abdominal stretch! Spike cries out as Vampiro really torques the hold, stretching out those damaged ribs and that tortured spine before bringing a free hand up to club Spike in the exposed rib area! The official watches as the energy drains out of Spike under the brutal assault and after several moments, finally, Vampiro releases the hold and shoves Spike to the canvas. Vampiro then hits the ropes and comes back with a falling knee to Spike's rib area before shoving him over for another cover.
1...
2...
...NO!
Once more Spike Dudley kicks out and the fans pop for his resilience!
Corey Graves: I've never understood where Spike Dudley found his toughness, but the man has it in spades.
Mauro Ranallo: He grew up on the mean streets, Corey. He's straight outta Dudleyville!
Graves audibly groans as Vampiro pushes up onto his two feet, knowing what he needs to do to put this contest away. Vampiro then turns toward the crowd and borrows one from 'Taker and Benoit, making the throat-slit gesture before turning and grabbing Spike by the throat, pulling him to his feet! The Intercontinental Champion's fans pop, Spike's fans boo and the result is a very mixed reaction as Vampiro prepares to execute his Bite, but Spike finds another unspent reservoir of fight and lashes out with a flurry of kidney shots, landing more than a dozen as Vampiro left himself open! The Intercontinental Champion is driven back by the blows to the ropes and Spike surges forward, hitting a clothesline that sends both men crashing to the outside and gets the crowd roaring as this brawl goes wild! Spike scrambles back to his feet to find Vampiro already doubled over, so the littlest Dudley uses the environment to his advantage and charges to forward dropkick Vampiro right on the ass, sending him skull-first into the steel barricade! Spike then charges and uses the barricade for leverage to get some air on a huge stomp to Vampiro's exposed ribs before pulling the Dark Angel to his feet and sending him into the steel ring steps! Finally, Spike pulls Vampiro up and rolls him into the ring before climbing up onto the apron and slingshotting over into a legdrop! Spike goes for the cover!
Tom Phillips: He's going for the win!
Mauro Ranallo: Every dog has his day!
1...
2...
...NO!
At the last possible fraction of a second, Vampiro gets a foot on the ropes and the official calls for the break. Spike smacks the canvas, then gets to his feet and pulls Vampiro to his own. Spike tucks Vampiro in for the Dudley Dog and runs up the ropes, then drops the Intercontinental Champion on the canvas! Spike's fans pop huge as he goes for another cover!
1...
2...
...NO!
Corey Graves: Vampiro showing he's just as resilient as Spike Dudley here and this has suddenly evolved into one hell of a match!
Mauro Ranallo: These two combatants proving that in spite of all of their differences, they are well matched in this ring.
Spike pulls Vampiro to his feet and sends him into the ropes, then goes for a dropkick but Vampiro swats it away! Spike scrambles to his feet but his back is turned to Vampiro and as soon as he gets vertical the Dark Angel grabs him and tosses him overhead with a massive German suplex! Spike lands with a crash in the corner and falls into a slumped seating position as Vampiro turns around, charges and boots Spike right in the face, further exacerbating that bleeding wound on Spike's skull as he busts the Hardcore Champion wide open. The blood is gushing from the open wound as the official checks in on Spike, but the scrappy little Dudley pushes to his feet and insists he's good to fight. Spike comes out of the corner practically blinded by his own blood and takes a wild swing at Vampiro, but Vampiro sidesteps it. Spike swings again and Vampiro weaves out of the way, then knees him in the gut, lifts him up and slams him down with the Nail in the Coffin! Vampiro hooks the leg.
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, the UWF
Intercontinental Champion:
VAMPIRO!
Tom Phillips: Spike Dudley put up one hell of a fight but in the end, Vampiro just had too much power to fight through.
Corey Graves: I told you. I told you both that sooner or later Vampiro was going to catch the little man and boy did he ever.
Mauro Ranallo: But of course the Hardcore Champion fought well and, though he is licking his wounds after this bruiser of a battle, he will live to scrap another day.
Vampiro heads out of the ring, retrieving his Intercontinental Title before marching up the ramp and to the back. Spike is using his shirt to wipe the blood from his face while standing in the ring when suddenly...
Tom Phillips: Look out!
Out of nowhere, Finn Balor leaps a barricade and rushes the ring and with Spike still wiping blood from his eyes he doesn't see the assault coming as the Irishman starts wailing on him with clubbing blows before downing him with a HUGE step-up enzuigiri that just lays Spike flat out. Spike is totally comatose as Balor heads to the top rope and, to add insult to injury, he leaps off with the Coup de Grace double foot stomp! The crowd erupts in heat over Balor's assault as Finn heads out of the ring and grabs the hardcore title, then re-enters to loom over Spike, staring at the belt and then holding it overhead as the booing continues and the feed moves on.
We see a highlight reels of Blackman's in ring career with this brand, starting from his Mania Debut in 2014 to all the way to now. Then it shifted to when he won and lost his International Championship to Angle, to even losing his contender ship to Ziggler at SS. After the reel had finished, we see Blackman in his home sitting inside his office, wearing a "Headcheese" shirt and shorts. See speaks to the audiences.
Blackman: You thought I was going to make it to the show? I had second thought of being with you fans in the arena, but I opted not to show my face after Summerslam. Ziggler had earned his right to reclaim what was stolen from him months previous, so I hope he can do it. Angle, he's another one but he an afterthought at this point in my life right now.
I will keep it short and to the point... as of right now, I am taking some time off from NXT.
To some of you who care, don't be wearying about it... to others who don't give a fuck... well thank you, fuck you, bye.
As I, Blackman won't be wrestling as much anymore due to the lack of appeal and less of whats in the tank for me. I have been grinding as hard as I can in this company, I even had thoughts of quitting the company all together, but something told me from within to stay in the company.
I like to give a shout out to Snow, he's the one who helped me stay fresh and relevant in the company. We had infamous moments and bouts that can stay on record books.
Also, the Hardcore Division is what I defiantly want to send a shout out too. It helped me stay on top of my game here, and to whomever his holding that strap, make sure you make it worth something to keep, because you may never know you can become a multi time champion with it. I have fond memories of it, from facing Rhino to even Owen freaking Hart.
Overall, it's not that I got the Dean Douglas treatment out of the International Title for holding longer than fifteen minutes is what causing me to take a break, it more along the lines of letting the new breed of NXT comers take center stage. Let an old timer like me not hog their shine.
So to all the rookies and future vets of the NXT Brand... keep on working hard to make this brand look strong. Make these fans witness why they should turn to NXT day before Warzone airs on TV. Make sure, to always stay humble as possible and do what you can in order get ahead in NXT.
This...is... my finial goodbye to you all.
Scene shifts to mixed jeers of the audiences trying to consider Blackman's last words ring true, as the next segment comes on.
Kurt Angles entrance begins to blare through the PA System and all of the fans immediately begin to raise up out of their seats. The fans scream all out creating an ear deafening ovation for the Olympic Gold Medal Winner as he begins to step out from the back. Kurt has a very serious look on his face as he steps out from behind the curtain with the International Championship strapped firmly around his waist.
He stops at the middle of the ramp for his signature pyro. The fans scream out You Rock on cue with the music that actually gets a little smile out of Kurt, a show of appreciation. Kurt walks by and shakes a few hands before stepping up the steel steps and entering the ring.
Kurt Angle: Thank you for the standing ovation ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the latest edition of the Winners Circle. Its been a while since I had an episode and I think its about damn time for another edition dont you think? It makes even more sense too once you think about the fact that I just beat the man who owns this large titan Tron that Im using! So Im sure he wont mind.
Time after time, and day after day, I set a goal and I achieve it. A hurdle may appear but it doesnt matter I always leap it. It doesnt matter who steps in front of my way or who lines up to fight me, I always come out on top, whether it takes two tries or not. At Summer Slam Chris Jericho saw it firsthand. It doesnt matter who steps up, and it damn sure wont matter the time or the place.
Chris Jericho suffered his first set back since hes returned. If he keeps knocking on this door hes only going to get hit with rejection over and over. You may have won the tournament buddy, but like I said its only a curse. Lasting that long and going through that difficult tournament only to have to fight the World champion two weeks later is no daunting task. So Chris, all that I ask of you is that you dont fall off the face of the earth, dont fall off the map either. Try not to take a hiatus, and dont start doing drugs. I know its hard to pull yourself together after having your heart and your insides shattered. But I want to stay positive and get ready for our eventual and inevitable round three. Of course, before then, youre going to have to do something to impress me and the world that warrant giving you another shot. But as long as you dont fade off into the wind, I dont see that being a problem. But now, if you continue to follow in the footsteps of your predecessor, then its only a matter of time before you wither away.
Kurt then pauses briefly and takes a stroll around the ring before continuing.
Speaking of hitting someone in the face with a door, metaphorically speaking of course, theres a certain man whos already earned a shot at my championship already. The only thing is that he hasnt realized that its just going to be a big waste of time for him. To my number one contender, you dont stand a chance at getting this belt off my waist and I can guarandamntee that. You may have won our last encounter, but you cheated. Youre always bending the rules and cutting corners but you still have yet to realize that it never gets you any further than anyone else in the race. Your slimy and sleazy methods are just going to come up short once again. Sooner or later youre going to understand that you just cant cheat the grind. You see the new number one contender to my belt is nothing but a -----
The oh-so-familiar, driving riff of Queens of the Stone Age's classic "Sick, Sick, Sick" begin to play over the arena soundsystem, interrupting the International Champion's speech. From the back walks a suited Number One Contender, Dolph Ziggler, a familiar glint in his eye as he measures Angle the entire way down the ramp, up the steps and into the ring.
As the fans continue to boo, Dolph paces the ring for a few moments and then catches a microphone tossed in to him. Ziggy turns the mic on and, staring directly at Angle, begins to speak.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
Do you have any idea how pathetic you sound when you try to talk about your achievements and your success, Kurt? Because I'd be happy to clue you in, buddy. You sound like a functionally retarded "special" kid talking about how he successfully shat in a toilet instead of his pants. You would have to be functionally retarded to be standing here today as anything less than International Champion. It's really that simple.
Ziggler smirks as the fans erupt in further heat, but then he raises his hand and continues.
You talk about the fact that you are holding that belt as though it is some monumental achievement but it isn't, Kurt. That title is meaningless, and so is your reign with it. See, unlike me, you won that belt when it no longer mattered. You beat a man already beaten down by me to claim it. And you defended if against a washed-up joke. All of this, every ounce of it was by design, Kurt. My design.
More booing. Ziggler walks to the edge of the ring and shouts off-mic that the fans should shut up and let him finish. He then heads back over to Angle and continues.
See, NXT has been my playground for a good, long time and in that time I have studied every other person here and I have learned all of their quirks, all of their victories and all of their failures. And in all of my time here there has been only three men not named Dolph Ziggler who were worth giving a damn about. Kevin Steen was one. Chris Jericho was another. And you, Kurt, are the third.
There is actually a bit of cheering as Ziggler lists off his names. He continues.
Collectively, we are the four men who have carried this brand, who have represented its past, present and future. We are the men whose faces they have used to push the product. But some of us are more deserving than others. Kevin is the longest-reigning world champion in UWF history. His dominance has no comparison, so he obviously deserves to be there. Jericho has been in and out of this company to varying degrees of success, but he is a former world champion in his own right.
I have done virtually everything there is to do, won every title that matters, survived a Survivor Series match, won a Royal Rumble, been the first man to pin Steen twice, beaten anyone who is anyone in the history of this show and dominated some of the legends of this sport.
Meanwhile, you? Pfft. You cakewalked your way to a Money in the Bank briefcase against Jericho and four men who aren't even a factor in this company anymore, and then you cashed that briefcase in to pick up my scraps and pin Steve Blackman for the belt. Those are the actions of a truly pathetic man.
The fans start booing again so Dolph shouts for them to shut the Hell up and keeps rolling.
It's also pathetic that while proclaiming your greatness on a foundation I built, you also spend so much time trying to remind people of those meaningless victories you won over me just a short while into your return here on NXT. Congratulations, Kurt. You beat me -- what -- a year ago? Wait, isn't it far more telling that in recent months, very time we have met in this ring I have come away the better for it? Or are we just going to play the revisionist game and forget that all happened?
Ziggler smirks as the fans boo him, but many in the stands can't deny that he has a point. He continues.
And you have the nerve to accuse me of cheating. Well, guess what, Kurt? I am a student as well as a master of this sport, and I learn from every match I compete in and one lesson I learned when Bobby Roode's arm was lifted at the end of the Royal Rumble that I won was that, at the end of the day, how you get the 'W' doesn't matter as long as you get that 'W.' Dirty tricks and cheap tactics are all a part of this business and the only reason you are angry is that you fell for some of them. Well, tough luck, bud. That is just another of the myriad reasons I am better than you will ever be.
Ziggler shrugs as the crowd gets so loud they might be going nuclear. He glares icily at Angle and starts to wrap things up.
And while all these inbreds in the stands and you, yourself doubt that, I don't care. Because I am the architect of your title reign. I am the reason you are standing here today as champion and he that gives, can take it away. I don't give a damn about that meaningless title anymore, but if I can take it from someone who so obviously does, then you bet your ass I am going to fight tooth and nail to Do. Just. That.
Ziggler pokes Angle in the chest on those last three words. Angle turns away, trying not to let Ziggler provoke him. He turns his head back to face Ziggler but Dolph slaps him right across the face!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like business is going to pick up gentlemen!
Angle stays looking in the direction that the slap forced his head to. He rubs his face before turning to strike Ziggler but Dolph moves out of the way and Angle punches the Jeritron with such force that he burst through it, sparks and glass shards flying everywhere! He grabs his hand, blood starting to trickle out from the glass but Dolph grabs his hand and arm screws him down to the mat. Dolph stands back up and places his foot on Kurt's arm who is lying on his back. He uses his other foot to just stomp down repeatedly on the bloody hand of Angle's, the mat getting smeared with blood. Referees come out from the back and Ziggler walks out of the ring.
Tom Phillips: This is just sickening. Dolph Ziggler should have his title match revoked.
Corey Graves:I wouldn't dare try to tell EC3 how to run NXT, you're already on thin ice Phillips. Besides you heard him, he's willing to do whatever it takes to get the W.
Ziggler ends up walking over the the announcers desk and suddenly grabs a steel chair. The referees are telling him not to come in but he slides in anyways. He acts like he;s going to attack the ref's and so they bail leaving Angle all alone to Dolph's mercy. Ziggler walks over to Angle and hits him on the back with the steel chair multiple times. He then pulls Angle's arm out from under him and places it in between the steel chair folds. He looks out to the crowd, all of them booing before he jumps up and stomps on the chair with both feet! Angle let's out cries of pain while Ziggler just smiles at him. He walks over and grabs the International Championship. He raises it up high and it's the last image we see as the show fades out.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Promos - Respective TTers
4 way - Soup
Vampiro vs Spike - Crann
Everything else - Danny