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The crowd go wild for the launch of the yellow brand of UWF. NXT. Pyro blasts out from the stage in every direction imaginable, lighting up the stage in a sea of yellow. As the pyro dies down the camera does a pan of the arena to show all of the excited fans in Denver, Colorado's Pepsi Center. The theme music of NXT continues to play until...
Darkness falls over the arena, inspiring the fans in attendance to respond with a mixed reaction, as among them are people that are still fans of Sting, but there are also people that feel betrayed by the former "Icon". After a moment of being able to see nothing and only hear the sound of the crowd's reaction, suddenly a familiar voice, the voice that recited the former poem, begins to speak over the PA system
The age of the old vision, has passed away.
The birth of a new way, has occurred.
This. Is. Sting.
Following the reciting of the new, much shorter poem there is silence, when a new theme begins to play.
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The song is "No Reflection" by Marilyn Manson as the lights come up and the crowd comes alive with the same reaction they had earlier, but more energetic and more audible. The music plays for a moment on its own before Sting walks out from behind the curtain, wearing a long leather trenchcoat and the red and black face paint, making his way down the ramp quickly. As Sting ascends the stairs, moves along the apron, and steps into the ring, he removes a microphone from his trenchcoat pocket and raises it to his mouth, waiting on his music to die out entirely before he begins speaking.
Is the hindrance on your vision a discomfort? Does the silence unnerve you? I don't sympathize. I am in control of the situation and as long as that's the case, you will see what I want you to behold and hear what I want you to listen to. As I peer out into this landscape of darkness, I see the helplessness in your eyes. I see the sweat on your brows, the quivering of your lips, the overall shuddering of your bodies. I can see this because I view the world through a heightened means of vision, a psychological locale. I see things with my "mind's eye", if you will. And what registers in your feeble brains as the aforementioned silence rings in my head like a series of alarms going off. The blood curdling screams that you're all suppressing, I can hear them. The words of doubt you whisper to your neighbor reach me as though it were my ears you were softly speaking into.
The most beautiful thing about that doubt is that you are aware of how fabricated it is, you don't need me to affirm that what has come to pass and continuing to unfold is reality. That's why I witness this helplessness, it's the reason I smell this wind of fear, it has sunk in that my warnings played out like prophecy and there is nothing you can do but watch and voice your disapproval when the moment arises that the overwhelming paralysis that my fear has instilled passes by long enough for you to do so. You can hold out hope that your hero Steve Borden isn't truly deceased and is simply in waiting to show up in the final act and defeat me, sure, but it's a foolish basket to place all of your eggs within, because there is no conceivable way that can or will occur. I ask you this, wayward dreamers, who will save you now?
"No Reflection" begins playing again as Sting drops his microphone to the mat and at the point of impact, when suddenly the music of the Nxtreme champion begins to play.
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“THE TRUTH… SHALL SET YOU FREE!†are the words heard throughout the arena, as the fans erupt in boos! R-Truth makes his way out on the stage, with his nXtreme Championship hanging down from his shoulder. R-Truth has an angry expression across his face as he begins to talk to himself – walking down the entrance ramp. R-Truth stops mid-way, before raising the nXtreme Championship up in the air. The fans respond with boos, as R-Truth shakes his head, before slowly walking over to the ring. R-Truth walks over to the steel steps, before entering the ring. R-Truth grabs a microphone from the announcer, as he brushes Sting, before speaking.
R-Truth: I’m sorry y’all – I know y’all are wantin’ to see this match start so y’all can find out The Truth’s challenga’ for the nXtreme Championship but the fact o’ the matta’ is – it don’t matta’! It could be the big Jar of Mayo here, Shea’Moo or it could be The Stinga’ himself – no one’s gon’ take away my nXtreme Championship! Y’see, Randy Orton might be the NXT World Heavyweight Champion but The Truth’s the top DAWG around here y’all! Y’all should be talkin’ about me! Everythin’ should be about me and after Vengeance, whoever is the number one contenda’ – is gon’ get GOT! And that’s the truth, the whole truth, and nothin’ but the truth! An’ the TRUTH… shall set you free!
R-Truth bent his head back, finishing off his catchphrase as the audience exploded in boos! R-Truth raised the nXtreme Championship in the air, for Sheamus and Sting to stare at. R-Truth stares at Sheamus, scoffing before staring at Sting with a grin across his face. R-Truth exits the ring as he walks over to the commentary table, getting ready.
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All of sudden, an Irish rhytms starts to play throughout the arena. "Written In My Face" by Flatfoot 56 starts to play through the speakers placed all around the arena, fans stand up and hold up their signs, because it's time for their favourite superstar, The Great White, Sheamus. Sheamus emerges from the back after a while and he stands under the titantron, where he makes a crucifix pose, hits his chest with one hand and screams. Sheamus then continues his way down to the ring, over the steel steps, over the second rope.
Joey Styles: Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night NXT where we are kicking things off with a Number one contenders match for the Nxtreme Championship and alongside myself and Tazz we are joined by none other than the Truth!
R-Truth: Happy to be here for this match Joey. And thanks for saving a seat for Little Jimmy. He appreciates it.
Tazz: We've got a great show planned tonight and what better way to kick it off then the Icon and the Irish Curse!
Vs
Ding Ding Ding
The bell rings and Sheamus wastes no time getting things started as the Great White lunges out at Sting looking for the Brogue Kick, but Sting has it well scouted and as the Great White turns around Sting is there nailing him with a knife edge chop. The Icon in his brand new Red face paint nails Sheamus with another, and a third before sending the man from Ireland off the ropes. Sheamus comes back in a flash as the Icon lifts Sheamus up into the air and Sheamus comes down back first onto the mat. The Icon is feeling it tonight as waits for Sheamus to get to his feet and nails him with a big right hand. Sting isn’t done as he sends the Irish Curse off the ropes only for Sheamus to come running back and Sting sends him to the mat with a hip toss. The crowd cheer the Icon who smiles a dark grin.
Styles: It looks like weeks of pent up frustration have indeed come to the foreground for the Icon who is just taking it to the big Irishman here tonight.
R-Truth: Sting can try and impress the Truth all he wants but we all know that Sting ain’t going to.
Sting waits for Sheamus to take refuge in the corner before rushing him and leaping up into the air coming down on the Irishman with a stinger splash. The crowd is hot tonight as the Stinger watches Sheamus sit on the mat. Sting backs up long enough for Sheamus to begin fighting back to his feet, but before Sheamus can even get there Sting brings him to the center of the ring and nails him with an inverted atomic drop before landing a dropkick that just shouldn’t be done at a man’s age. Sheamus is clearly taken back by the unrelenting power of the Icon and quickly gets out of the ring.
R-Truth: That’s smart by Sheamus get out of the ring collect yourself. Now that is a guy I can get behind.
Tazz: Man Sheamus v. you for the Nxtreme Championship, that would be quite a fight.
Sting just begins walking around the ring, perhaps toying with Sheamus who looks unhappy with himself outside the ring. Sheamus grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself up on the apron, Sting a little too eager goes to head him off but Sheamus drives a shoulder into Sting’s midsection, Sting is dazed and has his head leaning out over the rope, Sheamus takes the opportunity to kick Sting right in the side of the head, sending the Icon back into the ring. Sheamus hurries into the ring and makes the first cover of the match up.
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Sting kicks out.
Sheamus doesn’t look too pleased as he lets Sting get back up to his knees before bringing down a clubbing blow onto the back of Sting. Sheamus brings Sting to his feet and with as much force as he can muster throws Sting headfirst into the steel turnbuckle. Sheamus doesn’t stop there kicking Sting in the ribcage and another clubbing blow to the back of the Icon’s head before sending the Icon off of the middle of the ropes. Sting comes back right into an elbow of Sheamus who screams with the effort clearly showing the NXT crowd his strength. Sting looks stunned underneath the facepaint which is exactly what Sheamus wants as throws Sting’s back onto the mat and makes the cover.
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Sting again kicks out!
R-Truth: Look at how aggressive Sheamus is now that he’s in control!
Styles: Does Sheamus’ overbearing aggressive offense scare you Truth?
R-Truth: Ain’t nothing Truth can’t beat Jimmy.
Sheamus brings Sting to his feet and lands a forearm into the side of his head that sends the former Tag Champion into the corner. Sheamus just begins unloading big right hand after big right hand right into the sternum of the Icon. The official steps in and forces Sheamus to back off. Sheamus gives the official a dirty look and the official backs off cleanly allowing Sheamus to head back to the Icon. Sheamus prepares to unload another shot but Sting comes rushing out by grabbing Sheamus and throwing him into the corner. The Icon uses all his strength to nail Sheamus with a big knife edge chop and then a second, but Sheamus responds with another clubbing blow to the back of the head. Sheamus throws Sting back into the corner where Sheamus is quick to throw Sting into the opposite corner, but Sting stops himself and moves out of the way just in time for Sheamus to catch himself on the ropes. Sheamus comes out fuming and looks to deliver a nasty clothesline but the veteran Sting ducks it and comes back nailing the Icon with a big right hand. The impact sends Sheamus into the corner and Sting just goes nuts on him unleashing big clubbing blows one after another to Sheamus as pay back for how he was treated by Sheamus earlier.
Styles: And now the Stinger giving Sheamus perhaps a taste of his own medicine wouldn’t you say partner.
Tazz: This new Sting isn’t only dangerous Joey, he’s down right nuts!
Sting backs off at the officials request long enough to get the official off his back. In no time the Stinger is back at it as Sheamus now is back on his feet looking weary. The Icon launches himself once again looking for a Stinger splash but this time Sheamus moves out of the way. Sting hits the turnbuckle hard and comes back out clearly hurting and Sheamus grabs the Icon and brings him down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The crowd are impressed by Sheamus who goes for the cover.
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3. NO!
The Icon kicks out!
Styles: Another showing of strength from the Irish Man and Truth who would you rather face out of these two men, Sheamus or Sting?
R-Truth: Honestly Jimmy, I don’t care. Neither man is up to my level. If I had to pick one though I think I’d pick Sting. He seems to be in need of some Truth if you get what I’m saying. Little Jimmy knows.
Tazz: I doubt anyone gets what you are saying Champ.
Sheamus is done toying around now as he stands up and begins slapping his leg, he wants to end this now while he has the Icon on the ropes. The Great White paces in the far corner away from Sting who slowly gets to his feet via using the ropes. Sting is hurting and Sheamus is not called a shark for nothing as smelling blood he rushes out ready to strike. Sting using his veteran presence of mind ducks out of the way and Sheamus’ kick has him caught in the ropes. Unable to unattach himself, the Icon comes up from behind him and with ease strikes. Dropping the Great White to the mat with a Scorpion Death Drop. The crowd cheer a little as Sting pulls Sheamus back into the center of the ring and makes the cover.
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Here is your Winner and Number One Contender to NXTreme Championship: The Icon Sting!
Styles: Well there you have it Champ. That is your opponent in only 6 days at Vengeance.
Tazz: Looks like you got what you wanted isn’t it Truth?
But Truth isn’t listening anymore. He’s taken off his headset and stands now on the announce table holding his belt in the air. Sting turns and looks at Truth and his bravado. The Icon mock claps before pointing at him. Suddenly the lights in the arena go out and everyone goes nuts. Just as suddenly they come back on and the Icon is gone! Truth begins looking around and can’t seem to find him.
Styles: Well R-Truth tried to send a message to Sting saying if you want it come get it, but it looks like to me that Sting won this round without any words.
Tazz: Sting is saying he’ll wait for Vengeance and you have to wonder with the mental stability of someone like our NXTreme champion if Sting is already in his head.
R-Truth indeed appears to be confused as he is searching around the ring side area for Sting as NXT continues.
We head backstage as Kaitlyn is standing around as Johnny Curtis comes slowly creeping his way up to her from behind.
Johnny Curtis
Hey, what's up. I haven't really seen you around here. You new here? Need anyone to show you the ropes or somethin'?
Kaitlyn
Uhh no that's okay. I know how to wrestle.
Johnny Curtis
Oh who said anything about wrestling? But we can wrestle if you'd like.
Kaitlyn
Eww.
Kaitlyn walks away with a disgusted look on her face.
Johnny Curtis
Alright catch you later babe. Good talk.
Curtis sits atop a box and watches Kaitlyn walk away as Maxine walks up from behind Curtis
Maxine
Uhh who was that?
Johnny Curtis
Oh nobody you need to worry about sweet pea. Why what's up? You wanna get out of here?
Maxine
No! Look I had a talk with Derrick and It's going to be hard for me to get through to him. Can you talk to him and let him know that we need him to win his matches by using any tactics necessary. We're new here and easily expendable and we can't afford to be losing to people let alone idiots like Zack Ryder.
Johnny Curtis
Yeah? Alright cool I'll have a talk with him. But what do I get out of all this? I mean i want a match but so far all you've done is get Derrick booked for two straight weeks. What about Curtis?
Maxine
Well if he keeps winning, it gives us more air time and more air time means people will become more invested in you and then you'll start having matches. It's as simple as that.
Johnny Curtis
Alright cool.....Cool but I feel you can sweeten the pot a bit.
Maxine
Okay if Derrick wins his match tonight, I'll let you buy me a drink sometime.
Johnny Curtis
Deal.
Johnny Curtis lustfully stares at Maxine as she walks off and we head back to the arena
The crowd instantly boo’s as Jonathan Coachmen makes his way from the entrance area after his music played. Since their arrival in NXT, both Coachmen and his client Rhino have been despised by the wrestling fans. Coachmen simply smiles as he makes his way down to the ring in his suit. As he enters the ring, he waves, a gesture the crowd is not too fond of. Once finished antagonizing the crowd, Coachmen demands a microphone. Upon receiving one, he quickly gets to talking.
Jonathan Coachmen:Ah, what a surprise, yet another week of my client not being booked, and why? It would appear that our little speech if you will last week may have instilled some fear into the General Manager. It seems as though he is afraid Rhino would actually do some damage. He will do all sorts of damage, but now out of anger. You have angered a beast that could easily be a dangerous enemy Mister Layfield. You have hit one of the few remain nails into your coffin. It’s only a matter of time before you have to book my client as he did sign on the dotted line. Or do I have to take legal action? You and I both know that being taken to court wouldn’t bode so well for you and the owners of UWF. Eventually they’ll see the poor job you have been doing here and appoint someone more level headed. Take this as a warning Mister Layfield that my client is rather upset. And when he’s upset, it eventually turns into rage, and we all know how well that can turn out.*
I don’t fully understand why you insist on not booking my client. Last week he basically told you he was ready for anything. How can you pass up the opportunity to utilize such talent? It’s almost a travesty if you ask me. Rhino has all the makings of a true champion, and you fear what he can do. Is it because he wrestled in ECW? Is it because he’s ruthless? I could honestly go on for hours folks in explaining why your esteemed General Manager will not book my client. The fact of the matter is, he is truly deserving of much more than what he is being given right now. It’s a real shame that you don’t see him for what he could be, which is your top star. Instead, you treat him with little respect and try to keep him off television. You cannot silence both of us. And that just an understatement, for you see Rhino is here tonight, as you may have already with my arrival to the ring. Seeing as how I speak on his behalf when he doesn’t feel like coming out and talking to all of these people out here.*
Much like last week, we aren’t getting the type of respect we both deserve from these so called fans. Instead you all mumble either your appreciation or distaste in our words. I don’t mind though, I know I’m not the main reason you folks spend your money on tickets. No, we all know you came here to see the rising star of UWF Rhino. I honestly don’t blame you; he’s been on fire lately in ROH, and looks to continue his good fortune here in UWF. Much like in any company he has worked for, he won’t be playing nice. In fact, it wasn’t his intention to be friendly at all. Unlike myself, my client truly enjoys hurting people. Mind you, I am just like every other normal man who likes his violence. I could never bring such punishment on a human being. But I have no reason not to let my client loose on any superstar that dares defy him. Speaking of my client, I do believe he’s ready to finally speak for himself now. So, again, without any further delay, I give you the MANBEAST RHINO!
The fans all join together in a chorus of boos as they have finally had enough of Rhino it would seem. As Rhino charges out of the entrance tarp he looks around, nearly seething. He walks with a determined stride down the ramp, ignoring all the booing fans as he slides under the bottom rope into the ring and quickly takes the microphone from the proffered hand of his manager Jonathan Coachmen.*
Rhino:Shutup! All of you! I am already sick of the disrespect I am getting. It’s not the fact that you are booing; it’s simply the fact that you all believe your opinion matters. Last time I checked, none of you signed my cheque. You’re lucky I even came out here tonight; I could have easily stayed at home and watched some Football or anything really. It would have been a lot more entertaining than listening to all of you punks shoot your mouths!
Before he could continue speaking, the fans erupt in yet another chorus of boos. Rhino allows it to continue for an extended period of time before he continues.*
So, again you think this type of reaction hurts me? I wish you fools would see how foolish you are being. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have much more important things to talk about. First of all, John Bradshaw Layfield, just who do you think you are? You dare not book me again, and why? Why is it that I find myself without a victim yet? And yes, I did just say victim. You see, I have all this pent up rage that is just begging to be unleashed upon some poor fool who is dumb enough to step in the ring with me. Layfield, you’ve really pissed off the wrong guy this time. And I want to chat with you. Be it next week or whenever you grow the balls to face me. I don’t care, until there is a change in booking, I will continue to come out here and disrupt your show how I see fit. I’m not going to be pushed around like you do to every other piss ant on this show.
Last week I didn’t mind so much, as really the show is just starting up, and it would be a shame to lose some of your talent right now. But now that I have made my presence known, I demand to be recognized! If my demand isn’t met soon, expect some carnage; expect some real damage to be done. And if it comes to it, I know my manager here can do some talking and get me exactly what I want. I am getting tired of being shadowed by people like Orton or Lesnar. Both men have no business being ahead of me, and I will prove when given the chance. Until then, I hope you take my words seriously. I meant every single one of them. I will not be ignored.
With the last statement, Rhino dropped the microphone and headed out of the ring. He paid little attention to the crowd as the made his way up the ramp. Coachmen was behind him, slapping him on the shoulder and cheering him on. Both men slipped through the tarp with the loud booing of the crowd behind them.
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Derrick Bateman theme hits and Bateman comes running out from the back full on energy, clearly still excited from his big win last week. Out behind him come Johnny Curtis and Maxine who both seem to be forgotten as Bateman runs right down the ramp and slides into the ring. He runs the ropes for a bit until Curtis and Maxine take their place at ring side.Christy Hemme: The following contest is scheduled for one fall introducing first being accompanied to the ring by Maxine and Johnny Curtis, Derrick Bateman.
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The crowd comes unglued as the “Long Island Iced Z†Zack Ryder makes his way out from the back. He seems to be in a great mood as he looks out to some girls in the crowd and yells “Call me!â€. He then walks down the ramp towards the ring.
Zack then gets to the ring and hops onto the apron and scales the top rope and throws up the LI hand signal.
Zack climbs into the ring as the fans in attendance are going crazy.
Christy Hemme: And his opponent from Long Island, New York, Zack Ryder!
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Ding Ding Ding
The bell rings and the crowd is firmly behind Long Island Iced Z, who gets the crowd behind him by starting his fist pump. Ryder thanks the crowd who pump back to him before turning towards Bateman and both men take a moment to circle each other inside the squared circle. Bateman and Ryder move closer towards each other as Bateman throws his hand up in the air calling for a test of strength. Ryder looks up at it and contemplates a moment too long for as he is thinking Bateman leaps into action catching Ryder square in the chest with a dropkick. The crowd is impressed by the move as it is clear Ryder never saw it coming. Bateman wastes no time going after his opponent and sends him shooting off the ropes, but Ryder is able to reverse it and Bateman comes back with that crazy hair of his and the crowd is surprised when Ryder grabs him and lifts him up into the air before bringing him down with a spinning sitout spinebuster! The crowd is impressed by Ryder who stays in position and looks for a cover right off the bat.
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3. NO!
Batman gets the shoulder up!
Ryder gets off Bateman and brings him to his feet, the native of Long Island is not fooling around tonight as he immediately sets Ryder down to the mat with a hangman’s neckbreaker. Ryder again goes for the second cover in just a matter of moments.
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Bateman kicks out again!
Styles: And for the second time Derrick Bateman kicks out much to the chagrin of Zack Ryder.
Tazz: Very impressive stuff from Mr. Bateman but big props to Ryder who is looking to keep Bateman off of his feet.
Ryder again grabs Bateman looking to be in full control of the match up and throws him into the corner, Bateman falls right into it as Ryder comes to capitalize but Bateman gets a boot up and hits Ryder in the chin. Bateman uses the moment to nail Ryder in the back of the head with a forearm that dazes him but doesn’t knock him down. This gives Bateman an opening and he grabs Ryder and tosses him into the same corner Bateman was in not moments ago. Bateman doesn’t waste a split second as he immediately rushes up to Ryder and nails him with a corner dropkick. Bateman stands up as Ryder collapses to the mat and pounds his chest trying to get the crowd behind him. Curtis stands on the outside trying to help but the crowd hates him so the reaction is mixed. Ryder uses the moment to try and pull himself out of the ring but he is only able to manage to get himself halfway out. Bateman, being shown what is going on by Maxine, quickly heads out onto the apron. He shakes his head at Ryder for epically failing to get out of the ring and leaps up into the air coming down on top of Ryder with a leg drop.
Styles: As we just saw there, Ryder is going to have to deal with Bateman’s, I guess you could call them friends, in this match up.
Tazz: Overcoming the odds is something that isn’t done easily, especially after what we heard early, Curtis is probably just waiting for an opportunity to help Bateman win this match.
Bateman gets back into the ring quickly enough to make the cover.
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Ryder kicks out!
Curtis can be heard arguing with the official as Bateman picks up Ryder and looks to do more damage. He nails Ryder with a forearm, before sling shooting Ryder off the ropes, but again Ryder counters this time it is good enough to send Bateman hard into the turnbuckle. Bateman hits the turnbuckle hard and comes back with his back turned towards Ryder, Long Island Iced Z grabs Bateman and connects with an inverted suplex. The crowd cheers as Ryder turns Bateman over and goes for the cover. 1
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3.. NO!
Bateman kicks out!
Curtis breathes a sigh of relief as Ryder fixes his hair. Ryder sits up trying to figure out what to do next as Bateman begins rolling over to the ropes. Ryder turns and sees Bateman getting to his feet. Ryder goes and grabs him looking to hit him with a DDT, but Bateman shoves Ryder away and Ryder goes sailing into the referee. The official goes down and Ryder comes back towards Bateman only to be dropped with the Mantastic! The crowd give off a mixed reaction as Bateman goes for the cover but the official is down.
Styles: Bateman hitting the move he likes to call the Mantastic! Unfortunately there is no referee!
Tazz: That does tend to be a problem every now and again Joey!
Bateman tries to stir the official but he is having no luck. On the outside the crowd begins to boo as Curtis throws Hemme off of her chair and folds it before yelling at Bateman. Bateman turns and Curtis begins telling Bateman to use the chair much to the anger of the NXT crowd. Bateman however not willing to go against his principles tells Curtis no. Curtis tries to put it in Bateman’s hands but Bateman throws up his hands in disgust at what Curtis is implying.
Styles: You have to approve of Derrick Bateman, he wants nothing to do with that steel chair or cheating, he wants to win this match the old fashioned way.
Tazz: Curtis wants some tail Joey. Give him a break he wants to impress Maxine, I don’t really blame him, but he should be listening to what his partner wants!
Bateman turns his back on Curtis and begins to head back to Ryder. Curtis slides into the ring and spins Bateman back towards him. “Fine if you don’t have the balls to do it, I will!†Curtis than turns towards Ryder who is now on his knees and looks ready to hit him with the chair, but as Curtis brings the chair back, Bateman grabs the chair out of his hands to the delight of the crowd. Curtis turns around and sees Bateman toss the chair outside of the ring. Curtis is clearly angry with Bateman who tells Curtis to get out of the ring. Curtis tries to explain he is only trying to help them get noticed before looking at Maxine. Maxine shrugs her shoulders as if to say let Bateman do what he wants. Curtis shakes his head looking at Bateman as if to say “You are crazy!†before stepping out of the ring to the delight of the crowd. Bateman nods his head to Maxine thanking her for backing him up and he turns back to Ryder. Ryder has taken refuge on the ropes and now bounces off them as Bateman is turning. Bateman turns around just in time for Zach to launch up into the air and nail Bateman with the Rough Ryder! Curtis can’t believe it on the outside. Ryder makes the cover as the official comes too and begins making the count.
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Tazz: Maybe Bateman should have let Curtis help him out Joey!
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Styles: You live by the sword you die by it Tazz. And Bateman may have lost this match, but he’ll have the respect of this crowd!
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Here is your winner of the match: Zach Ryder!
Ryder gets up off his opponent and throws his fist into the air and the crowd love it. Ryder has picked up a big victory here as Curtis tries talking Maxine into getting a drink with him but she just walks away disgusted with both men at the moment. Curtis is unhappy as he looks at Bateman holding his head in the ring as Ryder celebrates. NXT heads elsewhere.
While the UWF Universe are all wedged in their seats, digesting all that has occurred on NXT thus far, the titantron suddenly lights up. Slowly people become aware of this and inform the person alongside them, who informs the person alongside them and so forth. Soon people begin to get to their feet, anticipating and preparing themselves for this unusual circumstance. Before anybody can even utter a word, a figure calmly edges their way into the camera's view, but all we are given is the side of their face. Soon enough the individual turns and looks down the barrel of the camera. It's a man who has never been seen in the Ultimate Wrestling Federation until now, who goes by the name Michael McGillicutty. The crowd is dead silent as McGillicutty begins to speak.
Michael McGillicutty: UWF Universe. For those of you who're looking up at the titantron... praying... wishing... hoping for something more, fingers crossed for something that'll get you out of your seats, but also just for something that'll make you cheer... don't hold your breath.
There's little reaction from the crowd as they're a little confused.
Michael McGillicutty: My name is Michael McGillicutty and I am a third generation superstar. To put it simply, this business is in my blood, it has coursed through my veins since the moment I was first brought into the world. I am the grandson of Larry "The Axe" Hennig and the son of Curt Hennig, aka Mr Perfect, which means I grew up in these halls and in these locker rooms. I went on the road with my father and learnt the ropes from a young age, but only now have I finally begun to carve a professional wrestling career of my own. It has taken me far too long to be given an opportunity to prove to the world that I can become greatness, just like my grandfather and father once were, and it's all thanks to that same damn thing that has held me back from ever showcasing the talent I obviously possess. That one thing... is that I'm a Hennig. I'm a Hennig and I'm damn proud to be one, don't let that fact get lost in all of this, but it's being a Hennig that has stunned the growth of my career for far too long. It's the reason why I adopted the less-than-favourable name I carry today, but this name, combined with that blood coursing through my veins, will carry me to the top of the mountain!
This time there's an improved reaction, but it's a negative one as some members of the crowd have already sensed McGillicutty's arrogance.
Michael McGillicutty: As a Hennig, I deserve to be shown respect and not be thrown to the wolves to fend for myself, yet that's exactly what's happened to me throughout my entire career... and I'm sick of it! I'm here to make a name for myself, by myself, with no leg-up from my lineage or any bargaining to the higher ups. I'm here to restore my self-respect and accomplish what I'm destined to accomplish, but also to make my father proud. I know he'll be looking down on me from up high in the clouds, but I can't promise him that he'll like what he sees. What I mean by that is what I said at the top of this, that you people, the UWF Universe, shouldn't expect a new face to cheer for, a new superstar to wave your pen and paper at and request an autograph from. No, that's not happening, that's not the way Michael McGillicutty does business. I'm in for myself and only myself, to become the best I know I can be, and the only way I can become that is by reaching the top of NXT. I've been on an NXT before where I dominated, only to be screwed out of the top prize. Let me assure you that this time... this time I'm reaching the top and taking what's mine, and soon what will be mine will be that NXT Championship.
McGillicutty grins and begins to get excited at that prospect, rubbing his hands together.
Michael McGillicutty: We're in the 21st century, and what NXT requires as it's champion is none other than the Personification of Perfection in the 21st Century.
McGillicutty holds his arms out and begins to chuckle, eyes becoming wide as his chuckle increases in volume. The man looks very determined but also a little twisted, only for the titantron to suddenly go black and that image becoming locked in the minds of the UWF Universe. You'd be hard pressed to find anybody in the crowd who enjoyed what they heard, but nonetheless the show moves on as we're taken ringside.
As the show is still on, we take a look to the backstage where a reporter found Daffney. He has been looking for her the entire night.
Reporter: Daffney!
Daffney turns around.
Daffney: What do you want from me? Can't you see I am busy right now you useless worm?
The reporter is left speechless
Daffney: What? Why are you staring at me? Are you pervert? Huh? What?! Talk to me! At least try to do your job!
Daffney turns around and screams. The camera angle is on Daffney who smiles.
Daffney: Turn around.
The reporter slowly begins to turn around. When he finally turns around, someone grabs him by his neck and and throws him into the wall. It's The Monster, Abyss. The reporter is uncoscious. The cameraman is about to run away but Daffney doesn't let him go.
Daffney: Do not go anywhere. Film this or you will be just another victim.
The camera angle is shaking as the cameraman is afraid. For a moment, Abyss disappeared but now he is back and he has a lighter and a can of gasoline. He pours the gasoline all over the reporter. He then lights up the lighter and sets the reporter on fire. He begins to scream and run around the back. When people in the back see him, they try to extinquish him. They are successful but it's too late. Reporter's back is all burned. Staff member pick him up and run away from Abyss and Daffney. The cameraman runs away as well. Everybody in the arena is shocked as they just saw a man get burned. People don't get a lot of time to think about what happened.
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Abyss's theme song starts to play through the arena speakers. It plays for a while when the entrance ramp gets covered in flames. It creates a flame-trail. Red lights cover the whole arena. Abyss and Daffney come out of the back. Daffney smiles from ear to ear but Abyss is very serious. Abyss enters the ring and Daffney goes for a microphone. She then enters the ring as well and hands the microphone over to Abyss.
"The Monster", Abyss:
You all just saw what happened when The Monster gets angry. When The Monster gets angry...it wants to hurt people. NXT Management knew I am angry. That is why they did not allow me to fight tonight...They know somebody would get hurt...badly hurt. And here I am. Showing everybody I do not need a match to let the anger go out of my head. I can always find myself somebody I can take out my anger on...just like tonight. That sily reporter wanted to talk to Daffney...NOBODY TALKS TO DAFFNEY! NOBODY! You cannot interrupt me, Daffney or any of us when he do not want to talk to you. What happenes if you do so? Hahaha, you already saw that. You will get hurt...you will get burned. Now, please do not think that when I attacked that reporter anger came out of me. Anger is something that lives with me since I was a child. My anger is endless. I learned how to live with it and now, I will teach you how to live with it. Anger is something that everybody carries. Men who wake up in the morning, dress up, eat their breakfast, leave for work, work the entire day and seem to be great husbands, great fathers carry anger. They sit in their boring jobs entire day...that makes them angry. I am not going to talk about everything that makes them angry. It is simple...everything makes them angry. They live with it...they live with the anger boiling inside of them but they do nothing about it. And then...one day they anger will boil over and those men who you see as good fathers and husbands will kill their families. I ask you...is covering your anger worth it? No, clearly it is not. I already told you...I am on a mission. I am here to show you the true side of the world. I began tonight....
Now...I want to talk about what happened last week...Last week ment nothing. People make fun of me because I lost the scramble match. YOU DID NOT UNDERSTAND ME...now did you? I already told you...I am not here to win titles. I am not here to win matches. I do not care about all of that. I could care less about that. Although I do not care...I got angry. Do not get me wrong...I did not get angry because I lost. I got angry because something that should have been mine already, was stolen from me by that ignoramus afro-american lunatic R-Truth. Deep...deep inside of his head he knew he was going to lose so he took the coward way out...and I do not like when people act like cowards. R-Truth...I told you you are getting burned but you did not listen to me. You had the hot potato in your hands but no, you did not drop it...you have set it on fire. And now, you do not have enough time to drop it. You are getting burne...soon...very soon...sooner, than you could ever imagine.
Abyss passes the microphone to Daffney.
"The Queen of Darkness", Daffney:
Abyss might not care about titles, fame and glory...but I do. Every single woman on earth does care about those things. I don't care about them because I am selfish...I care about them because I want the best and the best only for Abyss. Although he says different...titles do matter. Yes, Abyss...they really do matter. Maybe not to you but whether you like it or not you have to become a champion. You have to wear a meaningless piece of gold around your waist. Why? PAY ATTENTION! Do you remember why we are here? To change the world of wrestling...forever. And of course to expose this dirty, fake side of the world but with a title around your waist...everything will be easier. These ugly, mind-blocked people will have to listen to their champion. The entire UWF will have to listen to you. When you will become a champion...you will earn their attention.
Daffney points her finger in the crowd.
You, people don't know what is good for you. You don't! You boo when I and Abyss come down to this ring because you are too stupid to get in your own head and admit that everything we say has a meaning and it is true. You can join us and stay free but no, you are too stupid to do it. Instead of being free, you are letting the government and media take your hopes and dreams. Yes, yes...go ahead say I'm not right but after this show ends you will get in your car and you will realise that I am right but then...it will be too late. It will be too late for you to become real...When the show is over...everybody will leave the arena but I know...I see it......ture believers will remain. They will remain and they will finally have a taste at the real world. They will finally feel everything they cannot feel because they are not allowed to! All the sweat, blood and joy you will gave while transforming into something better will be worth it...trust me...it really will. You can't deny us...you can't deny the keepers of the faith.
Daffney begins to smile and all of a sudden, lights in the arena go off and when they light up, the only thing in the ring is a microphone.
Commercial Break
Commercial Break
Christy Hemme: The following contest is set for one fall...
IF YOU SMELL
WHAT THE ROCK
IS COOKIN'
The Rock walks out onto the stage leaving the crowd to go completely unglued. The Rock flashes his smile and begins to rub his arms, wiping away the goosebumps from his arms. He pounds his chest once and says "I love this" and begins walking down to the ring in signature Rock fashion. Once The Rock reachs the bottom of the isle then rounds the corner and climbs up the steps to the apron. He walks on the apron over to the far corner, climbing to the second rope then throwing his arm, making the fans go completely apeshit again.
Christy Hemme: Introducing first, from Miami, Florida. Weighing in at 262 pounds, he is 'The Peoples Champion', The Rock!.
The former NWA Champion comes out to heat as he just smiles as he fixes his hair that is all the way down to his shoulder. Roode looks smug as he begins walking down to the ring. He doesn't look worried or afraid at all in fact he looks like he has a devious plan. He heads up the steel steps and onto the apron where he wipes his boots on it, before getting into the ring and preparing for his match.
Christy Hemme: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 236 pounds, he is 'The IT Factor', Robert Roode!.
Vs
Robert Roode and The Rock have a war of words. They walk towards the centre of the ring where both men continue to mouth off at each other, quite simply, they don't like one another. Roode slaps the taste right out of The Rock's mouth. The Rock looks down at the mat, anger comes over his face and he suddenly springs to life with a serious of right hands to the head of Robert Roode. The Rock hits Roode right out of the ring. Rocky wastes no time in pursuing his opponent on the outside. He grabs him by the head and goes to smash it off of the ring steps, but Roode gets his boot up and blocks it, instead driving The Rock's face down onto the top of the Steel Steps. Roode throws The Rock onto the ring before climbing in himself. Roode stomps down on the back of The Rock as he rolls over onto all fours to get to his feet. Roode grabs him by the head and lifts him up before twisting him around into a Neckbreaker. Roode rolls The Rock over for the cover.
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The Rock rolls the shoulder out at the count of two. Roode looks angered at the refs holding up two fingers as if to question his counting ability.
Styles: Robert Roode looking strong in the early goings Tazz.
Tazz: Yeah, he's looking good, and he should be, he's the Number One Contender.
Roode grabs The Rock by the head and lifts him to his feet before dropping him back down with a Snapmare. Roode then runs the ropes and goes for the low Dropkick, however The Rock rolls out of the way and suddenly both men are on their feet. The Rock quickly wraps his arm around Roode looking for a quick Rock Bottom, but Roode reverses with elbows to the head and a Jumping Armbreaker. The Rock grimaces as he holds his arm in pain. He rolls right out of the ring to just in front of the announce tables. Roode waits for The Rock to get up as he stands on the outside ring apron and when The Rock stands up, Roode goes for the Double Axe Handle, however The Rock side steps and sends Roode down jaw first onto the Announce Table. The Rock then spins Roode around, kicks him in the gut and hits him with a Suplex into the rim of the ring on the outside. An unusual move for The Rock to pull off, however it is a very effective manuevre as The Rock rolls back into the ring and back out again to break up the referee's count at the count of seven. The Rock lays into Roode with stomps when the number one contender to the NXT Championship is grounded.
Tazz: Unorthodox Suplex there from The Rock, but it's certainly effective, he could have winded the Number One Contender right there.
Styles: People underestimate just how much being winded can hinder you in a wrestling match, if you can't breath you can't compete at 100 percent and to compete here on NXT, you need to give it your absolute all.
The Rock lifts Roode up and goes for an Irish Whip, however Roode reverses, brings The Rock in, lifts him up and drops him with the Double R Spinebuster on the outside and now both men lay on the ring mats. Roode gets up rather slowly but grabs The Rock as he gets up. He hits Rocky's head off the ring post before rolling him into the ring. Roode then heads up to the top rope. He's looking, possibly, for his signature Diving Knee Drop. However The Rock is already up to his feet and falls backwards into the corner caushing Roode to crotch himself on the top rope. The Rock then ascends to the the middle rope where he wraps his arm around the head and neck of his opponent. The Rock then gets himself up onto the top rope before lifting Roode into the air and falling back with an impactful Superplex!. Both men immediately begin to writhe in pain on the mat. Particularly The Rock who goes back to holding the arm which Roode had previously hit with the Jumping Armbreaker. The Rock struggles to cover Roode up with his arm (his bad arm).
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Roode kicks out and somehow manages to roll himself into a submission attempt with a Rear Armbar, forcing his elbow down into the back of The Rock's shoulder and pulling up in the lower arm in an excrutiating hold.
Styles: And Roode has slapped on an Armbar submission, he's already broken our champions arm, do you think he'll try and do the same to 'The People's Champion'?.
Tazz: I think Robert Roode will do anything he can to win this match, Joey.
Writhing in sheer agony, The Rock somehow manages to get his other free arm onto the bottom rope and at the referees count of four Robert Roode releases. Roode then proceeds to wrap The Rock's bad arm (the right arm) around the ring rope and pulls on it. The referee again gives Roode the count of four before Roode releases. The referee tells Roode to step off as The Rock struggles back to his feet. Roode moves in for the kill as The Rock stabalizes himself in the corner, however from the corner comes The Rock throwing right hands. He eventually lays Roode out with his signature People's Punch which sends Roode over the top rope. Roode hangs on however as The Rock turns his back. When The Rock turns around Roode slingshots himself over the top rope... only to be kicked in the mid-section and hit with a signature DDT at the hands of 'The Great One'. The Rock then proceeds to get himself up onto his feet with a kip-up which sends the crowd into raptures. The Rock then steadies himself, looking for the Rock Bottom.
Styles: Is it time Tazz?, is it time for the Rock Bottom?!.
The Rock crouches in the corner, stalking Robert Roode as he gets to his feet in the corner, as he gets up he pulls off the top turnbuckle. The referee does not see this. Roode stands in the corner refusing to move. The Rock goes over to try and turn him around but Roode just drops The Rock face first onto the exposed steel turnbuckle. The crowd are booing wildly as The Rock remains leaning on that turnbuckle. He appears to be knocked out. Robert Roode goes behind him now and rolls him up with a School Boy. Roode places his feet on the middle rope as the referee faces away and misses it.
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Winnner: Robert Roode.
Styles: God dammit, that bastard stole it!.
Tazz: A wins a win Joey, that's the nature of this business, sometimes you've got to play dirty to come out clean and Roode can now focus on coming out peachy clean at Vengeance where he will face Randy Orton for the NXT Championship.
NXT comes back from Commercial break and we are immediately taken backstage.
Matt Striker: Ladies and Gentlemen my guest at this time he is the UWF NXT Champion and tonight will be competing wounded. Ladies and Gentlemen, Randy Orton!
Orton stands the usual smile on his face gone. The NXT Championship on his shoulder.
Matt Striker: Randy tonight you are going against a man who loves to hurt people and a former UFC World Champion, Brock Lesnar. Randy with only one arm how do you expect to win?
Orton looks at Striker as if he has asked a dumb question. Orton shakes his head before answering.
Randy Orton: Everyone loves to look at this left arm and forget to look on my right shoulder where hangs the UWF NXT World Championship. I am a champion Striker, I have worked for years to be called Champion and a little injury is not going to stop me from doing what I love to do. What I love to do is fight, and be known as the best, both of which I will do tonight when I meet Brock Lesnar. For you see Brock Lesnar might be have been UFC Champion, but this is the UWF. This is my show, my ring, my world. I was brought up in this business and I’ll be damned if I am going to lose tonight to a guy who has as much respect for this business as he does for anything but himself.
Orton rubs his chin with his good hand clearly upset by whatever he is thinking.
Randy Orton: Last week Brock Lesnar wanted to make a statement at my expense. Tonight I’m going to send a message to this entire roster at his expense. Tonight I take a monster, injured and all, I’m going to look him in the eye, and I am going to show him why the UWF is not the UFC. Tonight Brock learns that he was safer in a cage than he is in a ring with me. Tonight Randy Orton shows everyone why this Championship is around my shoulder, my waist, and no one elses. Tonight I show the world Brock Lesnar is nothing more than a man who bark is worse than his bite. I am going to be Champion for a very VERY long time. As Tazz said last week I am NXT. I am greatness. Tonight Lesnar is going to learn why, and if he’s lucky he’ll still have a head!
Matt Striker: Randy what about Robert Roode and your thoughts on him?
Randy Orton: Roode is the reason I’m wearing this cast Matthew. I haven’t forgotten about old Bobby. It is appropriate that the Pay Per View is titled Vengeance, because that is exactly what I am going to have when I retain and finally put the final nail in Roode’s pathetic career here. He might have taken my arm, but tonight after I defeat Brock Lesnar, Roode know that there is only one thing I will look forward to doing after that. Taking my Vengeance, by taking off your head!
Orton’s smile is not evident as it has been in recent weeks as he looks determined and focused more than ever. The NXT World Champion walks out of frame leaving Matt Striker and the rest of the UWF crowd convinced he is going to be victorious tonight.
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The theme song starts as the most dominant force in UWF is coming to arena. The crowd boo "The Beast" Brock Lesnar but he don't cares, because the look in his eyes tells everything... He came to show Orton who is the best on this show and in this business! He walks down the ramp, then he stops looks at one man from crowd, smiles at him and after this he jumps goes to ring.
Christy Hemme: The following contest is our Main Event of the evening. Introducing first from Minneapolis Minnesota, Brock Lesnar!
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The Titantron begins playing the music of the Viper Randy Orton, titled Ripper, and the crowd goes nuts. Orton comes out of the back to a nice ovation as the NXT World Heavyweight Champion, title on his good shoulder, comes out to the ring. He puts a smile on his face which is really creepy as everyone notices Orton's left arm is in a cast and dead at his side,.. Orton takes the title off his shoulder and begins carrying it at his side as he begins to walk down to the ring. As Orton gets to the bottom of the ramp his demeanor changes and the poisonous look of the Viper takes center stage as he hops into the ring. Orton clearly showing signs of pain uses his good arm to head over to the turnbuckle and lift the World Tilte into the air with his right hand. The crowd pop loudly as Orton smiles. Orton hops down off the turnbuckle.
Christy Hemme: And his opponent, from St. Louis Missouri, he is the current NXT World Heavyweight Champion. Randy Orton!
Vs
Ding Ding Ding
The bell rings and immediately the wild Lesnar rushes up to grab Orton’s left arm, the NXT World Champion realizing he is danger immediately lashes out with his right hand trying to fend Lesnar off, but Lesnar kicks Orton in the gut before throwing Orton left shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle. Orton grabs his left arm in pain as he is clearly in trouble already in the first few moments of the match. Lesnar rushes over to Orton and goes low on the champion driving his massive shoulders repeatedly into the Champion’s midsection. Orton staggered now grabs Orton’s casted arm and brings his elbow down on it which brings out an inhuman scream from Orton. Orton drops to his knees and Lesnar twists Orton’s arm hard, Orton shoots to his feet trying to stop the pressure, but Brock manages to wrap Orton’s broken arm around Orton’s head and behind his back. Orton screams in pain as he grabs the nearby rope, getting referee Chad Patton to break up the hold.
Joey Styles: I know Orton asked for this match Tazz, but this is like a lamb heading into the slaughter.
Tazz: I wouldn’t count out our World Champion just yet, that cast does give Orton some protection as it was specifically made to allow him to wrestle.
Lesnar attempts to go right back to the arm but Orton uses his right hand to jab at Lesnar’s face. Once, twice, three times, before delivering an European uppercut. The crowd gets louder with each attack hoping to see Orton fight back. Orton takes his casted arm and lunges out with it, clotheslining Lesnar to the ground. The impact however appears to injure Orton a lot more than it does Brock, as Orton screams out in agony. Orton tries to shake off the rust as Lesnar begins getting to his feet and Orton kicks him in the gut before attempting to send the Big man off the ropes. With only one good arm however, Lesnar is easily able to counter it and sends Orton off of the ropes Orton comes back and as Lesnar bends over, Orton kicks him right in the chest. This move injures the wounded Lesnar and Orton doing the only thing he can, dropkicks Lesnar down to the mat. The crowd are behind the champion as he goes for the cover.
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Lesnar kicks out.
Styles: That might have been a good chance as any Orton is going to get in this match up as you can see, Orton’s arm might not be as healthy as he led us all to believe.
Tazz: You got to give Orton credit though Joey, what guts! Using that arm must be the most painful thing Orton’s ever experienced but he’s done it anyway.
Orton tries to latch his good arm around Lesnar’s neck in a sleeper but he can’t get the pressure locked in quickly enough as Lesnar shoots to his feet and with the strength of ten men drives Orton back first into the turnbuckle. Orton is stunned by the move and it allows Lesnar enough time to grab the World Champion and with ease toss him over his head in an overhead belly to belly suplex. Orton lands funny on his bad arm and you can see the veins in Orton spaz out. Lesnar just has a look of apathy, he doesn’t care he is breaking the world champion here tonight. Orton holds his arm in pain as Lesnar just steps on Orton’s head as if he stepped on a rock. Lesnar than grabs Orton’s casted arm and pulls it out and down onto the mat. With only the cast protecting it, Lesnar stomps with both feet onto the broken arm of Orton! Orton screams in agony as the monster known as Brock Lesnar just smiles forcing the crowd to boo loudly. Lesnar isn’t done however as he grabs Orton’s arm again and begins tearing away at the cast, trying to get it off and possibly lock in the Kimura Lock. Orton realizing the danger begins to fight Lesnar off with right hands as best he can. But Lesnar won’t be stopped as he merely slams Orton’s left arm onto the mat hard forcing Orton to retreat in pain. Lesnar stands up and throws his arms up in the air asking for respect. The crowd gives him none.
Tazz: It appears Lesnar is going to try and get that cast off of Orton, all in order to lock in that Kimura Lock of his.
Styles: I wouldn’t put it behind Lesnar to be secretly wishing to tear the arm off completely of the NXT World Heavyweight Champion.
Lesnar brings the NXT Champion to his feet and brings Orton’s arm out once again, and begins ripping away at the cast. It slides off a little bit but Orton is able to kick Lesnar in the back of his leg, while Brock is stunned Orton grabs Lesnar with his good right arm around the neck and performs an inverted headlock backbreaker. Orton, however under stress cannot make the cover and both men stay down for a moment or two. After several long seconds Orton begins getting himself up to his feet trying to shake the cobwebs and turns to see Lesnar on all fours. The crowd pop as they see what Orton is thinking, Orton takes a moment to collect himself before attempting to Punt Lesnar’s head off, unfortunately for the champ, Lesnar springs to life and connects with a bone jarring clothesline that knocks the Champion loopy. Lesnar screams in rage having some close to having his skull punted in and immediately grabs Orton’s cast and begins pulling and tearing on it after a few moments Lesnar succeeds and the cast comes flying off.
Styles: Oh no! Oh no! The protective cast, the only thing keeping Orton’s arm attached at the moment has now been ripped off by the monster that is Brock Lesnar.
Tazz: This is bad Joey, very bad. We may not have a champion must longer if Brock has his way!
Lesnar holds the cast up for everyone to see clearly excited at accomplishment here in this match. Lesnar doesn’t notice the Champion stirring behind him, Orton reaches up with his right hand and Brock down into a roll up. The crowd can’t believe it as the official makes the count.
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Here is your winner: The NXT World Heavyweight Champion Randy Orton!
No one can believe it as Randy Orton slides out of the ring and out of harms way as Lesnar shoots up unable to believe what just happened.
Styles: The Champion does it again, from out of nowhere, with one arm, he finds a way to win!
Tazz: I told you there was a reason Orton was our World Champion Joey, he might not have beaten Lesnar the way he wanted to, but he did manage to do it!
Orton is holding his left arm as he is in serious pain as he heads up the entrance ramp clutching his championship in his good arm. A smirk crosses the Viper’s lips knowing he got away with yet another victory. His moment of happiness however is short lived as a figure comes running out from the back and nails him with a forearm. Orton drops to the ground and the figure is revealed to be Robert Roode who has come to again attack Orton from behind. Roode picks up the NXT Championship and drives it into the head of Orton. Orton is out like a light.
Styles: What a disgusting, absolutely distasteful attack by the Number One contender!
Tazz: I got to admit Robert Roode just might be able to shock the World this Sunday. After all he is willing to stoop to the lowest levels to get what he wants.
Roode is not done however as he looks at a still raging Lesnar and grabs the unconscious Orton and tosses him into the ring. The crazed Lesnar literally dead lifts Orton up onto his shoulders where Lesnar connects with the F-5 to the champion for the second week in a row. Lesnar prepares to lock on the Kimura the crowd’s heat at an all time high tonight, but Roode calls Lesnar off. “I need him to show up this Sunday!†Roode tells Lesnar. “Don’t worry when I win you get the first shot as agreed.†Roode tells Lesnar who nods his head before spitting on Orton and leaving the ring.
Styles: This is disgusting Brock Lesnar doing the dirty work and now Robert Roode gets to stand tall.
Tazz: I guess it does Pay to be Roode, Joey. Especially when you can do that and not get your hands dirty.
Roode has the NXT Championship in around his waist as he stands over Orton as NXT closes out.
End of Show
Credits:
Promo’s respective TTer’s.
Roode/Rock, booking the winners: Sam
Everything else: SBS
Confirmed for Vengeance
NXT World Heavyweight Championship:
Robert Roode v. Randy Orton
Nxtreme Championship
Sting v. R-Truth
