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NXT [EPISODE #471] ‣ TUESDAY 24 AUGUST, 2021 REVIEW:

- Good intro with the voiceover recapping High Stakes which really was an awesome show. Everything changed indeed, and I can’t wait to see the fall out on this show.

- I liked the use of Bate & Trent for the opening segment to give Dunne a real moment and it makes the win at High Stakes feel like such a big deal. The use of the “Ace” is great as well because it gives the match importance.

I loved the promo from Dunne, very on brand for him. The first showdown with Bronson was nice as well - excited to see what’s to come.

- Great promo from LA Knight (YEEAAAAHH!) and I’m not sure if it’s been mentioned before but LA Inc? Interesting! Also some seeds being planted in the relation of Knight & Cal. The use of Tony at High Stakes was perfect - so nice to see that continued here.

- Good opening match with Swerve picking up the win! Seems like a cross-roads for Roddy Strong after the defeat despite another good performance.

- I LOVED that segment with Kyle, Roddy & Bobby Fish. Your character work for Bobby has been the highlight of this BTB for me and again this was a really cool moment with three men who all have such history but seemingly on their own paths. Good stuff.

- Nice segment with Persia & Indi to continue the story with Indi being led to be something she isn’t and the interaction with some of the female tag teams.

- Light work for the returning Ember Moon as it should be picking up the win

- I can appreciate what you’re doing with the Brand, and trying to make something out of nothing from the IRL group that didn’t really do anything or even get the chance but so far hasn’t really intrigued me. I think you got the Franky Monet character down though, I think it’s just the other two feel beneath her in the sense that they’re kinda average, which wasn’t how I felt seeing Mandy Rose with Jayce & Gigi for example when toxic attraction became a thing.

- Pete Dunne giving zero fucks Haha! Poor Lorcan - This was another good segment and I’m already enjoying Dunne as the ‘Ace’ and this seemingly I’m untouchable now attitude he’s carrying around - Really suits him

- Good win for Mercedes as expected and the promo afterwards was good too!

- Killian Dain vs Finn Balor? Ooo, that could be fun!

- Lucha House Party coming to NXT - Okay, cool. Let's see what you have planned. Nice job with the little voiceover as well - small details that really add to the show.

- Small details again but I love them - so I enjoyed the little voiceover and package for the next TakeOver and how returning to Brooklyn feels like such a big deal. The GFX is nice as well man as always from you.

- Reed & KUSHIDA? What a mix that is Haha! I liked the reasoning though and after losing the NXT Cruiserweight Championship it still keeps KUSHIDA feeling important being in the Main Event to come and teaming with the Champ, Champ.

- I’m really enjoying LA Knight and how the relationship with Cal is developing. Dominant win from Lannister and an early message sent to Tony D.

- Private? Nooo! I want to know what the news is from Tegan Knox Haha! Dammit.

- Love the vignette from Legado and El Gran Jefe! Been enjoying this and along with the Bobby Fish character, it’s probably been my favorite two things of the BTB until now. We also get the name reveal of Don Reyes. Interesting. I think I might have been inclined not to name him and kept him cloaked in mystery as Gran Jefe.

- Good Main Event here! Right winner but again a nice rub for KUSHIDA who is rewarded with an NXT Championship match. It’s obvious he’s not going to win but it’s cool how despite losing the NXT Cruiserweight Championship he’s almost now become elevated.

I really enjoyed the show as I always seem to. It’s never easy coming off a PPV especially once as big as High Stakes where so much happened and now you’ve got to set the table again with some new stories etc - but you did a really good job. The show was loaded but I think the only miss was maybe not having Ciampa appear on the show as the new NXT Cruiserweight Championship - especially as so much importance went to KUSHIDA who lost the match that maybe some of them could have gone on the new Champion. That said, so much talent, and so little time - so I’m sure he will get his moment.

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NXT EVOLVE [EPISODE #08] ‣ THURSDAY 26 AUGUST, 2021 REVIEW:

- What a better way to get the show up and running then a promo from the Virtuoso of Violence! Great stuff as always with the Infamous one; Bobby Fish.

- Fish picks up the win, and I enjoyed the way he won the match with the submission and the holding it longer than he needed to after the match had ended - just given that impression that he likes hurting people and finds solace in the violence.

- Kudos on creating some intrigue using Blade, Enofe & Ruff alongside Carmelo. Interesting approach from Ruff seemingly unhappy being a bit-part player and an extra in the story - not sure there’s ever going to be a time where he will be the main role but we will see

- La Visión picked up the win and again it’s the right choice for me. I like the feel of this trio, it just seems like a really nice fit for all of them. Badly need some female tag teams in this division so the ‘Main Roster’ thanks you for your contributions Haha!


- Not really feeling the Ever-Rise/Bivens stuff and this was a miss for me if I’m being honest but a show should always have a variety and never going to enjoy everything in most scenarios so all good

- Really cool vignette for the Untouchables! I enjoyed that. Very creative and again I feel like I say it every review but you’re so good at using people who are not the obvious and trying to give them a purpose like you’re doing with these two.

- Good match next and the result surprised me, not going to lie. Nice win for Sterling & Baxter though!

- Enjoyed the vignette from Tian Sha - intrigued to see what’s going to come next.

- Also enjoyed the promo and exchange between Jacy, Gigi & Dakota. Having Jacy & Gigi starting together on Evolve is great to see.

- Fun exchange with Ruas & Roddy Strong with the Diamond Mine overarching story.

- Who doesn’t love a bit of backstage drama? Enjoyed this as well with all the different characters and stories intertwining together - Gigi to leave Cora and side with Jacy? I could see the attraction..

- Nice little hype package for Bronson vs KUSHIDA - I fancy some shenanigans to ruin the match but we will see.

- Needed win for Tony D and it’s been a good introduction for him on NXT and now Evolve. Don of developmental got a giggle out of me Haha!

Enjoyed this show as well mate. I like the balance you have with many new faces but also sprinkled with a few known and some who need the reps so to speak. I like how you putting teams together across both shows with the Women’s tag division which is badly needed within our Universe > Good stuff man!

 

[Looking Glass]

NXT [EPISODE #472] ‣ TUESDAY 31 AUGUST, 2021
CAPITOL PERFORMANCE CENTER ‣ ORLANDO, FLORIDA
"THE PRICE OF GREATNESS"

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A slow, rhythmic beat builds under a recap of last week’s closing moments.

Bronson Reed and Kushida stand tall after their win over Moustache Mountain, exhausted but united in mutual respect. The handshake is shown in close-up as the sound of the crowd swells.

VIC JOSEPH (V.O.)
"Last week, respect wasn’t spoken. It was earned."

The picture fades to black before transitioning into quiet, stylised shots of Reed and Kushida preparing for tonight’s NXT Championship match.

Reed laces his boots in the locker room, both titles resting beside him.

Kushida stretches calmly, his movements deliberate and precise.

BRONSON REED (V.O.)
"When you carry gold, you carry responsibility. Every challenger, every target, every expectation. That’s what the NXT Championship means to me."

Cut to "The Time Splitter" Kushida, taping his wrists, eyes focused. His words appear subtitled along the bottom of the screen in white and gold.

KUSHIDA
"I don’t fight Bronson Reed because I am angry.
I fight him because I respect him.
To grow, I must face the best."

The sound of the crowd returns as the music intensifies.

A brief sequence shows Reed driving through opponents with his Colossal Slam and Kushida twisting into the Hoverboard Lock.
Pete Dunne is shown backstage, seated in shadow, idly turning the Ace of Spades card between his fingers.

VIC JOSEPH (V.O.)
"For one man, it’s about proving he can bear the weight of greatness. For the other, it’s about reclaiming what was lost through perseverance and pride."

The NXT Championship graphic fills the screen with the words:

Tonight – Bronson Reed vs Kushida – A Battle of Respect.

The music fades into the ambient sound of the live crowd. The camera pans across the Capitol Wrestling Center, packed with a vocal, socially distanced audience behind plexiglass.

VIC JOSEPH
"We are live inside the Capitol Wrestling Center, and the energy is electric. Tonight, a true test of champions as Bronson Reed defends the NXT Championship against Kushida in our main event."

WADE BARRETT
"Two competitors built on respect, Vic. Reed’s been the cornerstone of NXT since he ended Karrion Kross’s reign at End of the Line, and Kushida’s the kind of fighter who never stops moving forward."

As Barrett speaks, the camera slowly pans backstage to a monitor feed showing the Reed vs Kushida match graphic. Pete Dunne sits watching, the Ace of Spades card resting between his fingers.

VIC JOSEPH
"And you can see it there, Wade. The Ace of Spades himself, Pete Dunne, keeping a close eye on tonight’s title bout. He’s got the power to challenge whoever leaves with that championship."

WADE BARRETT
"You know Dunne, Vic. He’ll wait for the right moment and strike when it suits him best. Whoever wins tonight already has a target on their back."

Cut back to live, Bronson Reed steps through the arena corridor, both championships gleaming under the light. A few crew members offer quiet nods as he passes. Moments later, Kushida arrives through the opposite tunnel, taping his wrists, his focus unbroken.

VIC JOSEPH
"The champion and challenger have arrived, and later tonight, they’ll meet in a match built on pride and respect."

WADE BARRETT
"It’s the kind of contest that defines NXT, but first, the Tag Team Champions are set for action."

The crowd erupts as MSK’s entrance lights fill the arena, signalling the start of the night’s opening contest.

The opening shot lingers on the crowd as the energy builds. Chants of “NXT! NXT!” echo around the Capitol Wrestling Center as the commentary team recap the state of the tag team division.

VIC JOSEPH
“We’re kicking things off with tag team action, and what a division it’s become in recent weeks. MSK continue to carry the flag as champions, but after the return of Legado del Fantasma - now under the direction of Don Reyes - competition has never been tougher.”

WADE BARRETT
“You’re right, Vic. Reyes has completely recalibrated Legado del Fantasma’s approach. With Santos Escobar leading from the shadows, Wilde and Mendoza look more dangerous than ever. Add in Breezango, Ever-Rise, Hit Row, The Way, this is as deep as the tag division’s ever been.”

VIC JOSEPH
“And speaking of pride, tonight’s opening match is about exactly that. Breezango stepped up last week, reminding the champions that they’ve held this gold before. For Fandango and Tyler Breeze, this is about proving they can still hang with the best.”

WADE BARRETT
“And for MSK, it’s about reminding everyone why they’re the standard-bearers. They’ve been fast, fearless, and frustratingly good since the moment they arrived.”

The lights drop. A pulse of green and gold fills the arena.

♪ SWARM ♪

ALICIA TAYLOR
“The following non-title contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the NXT Tag Team Champions… Wes Lee and Nash Carter… M–S–K!”

MSK make their entrance through fog and strobe lights, greeted by the NXT faithful. Wes Lee sprints onto the stage first, animated and smiling, while Nash Carter follows with a nod of confidence. Both men slap hands with fans through the plexiglass before sliding into the ring, holding their titles aloft as the lights swirl.

VIC JOSEPH
“The tag team champions have made a habit of turning every match into an exhibition of speed and creativity. They’ve brought new life to this division.”

The atmosphere shifts as the music changes.

♪ #MMMGorgeous ♪

ALICIA TAYLOR
“And their opponents, the team of Tyler Breeze and Fandango… BREEZANGO!"

Tyler Breeze and Fandango emerge in coordinated Fashion Police jackets, mirrored aviators gleaming under the lights. They strut halfway down the ramp, pausing to look at the crowd before shedding their props. Their expressions are serious - gone are the winks and smiles of old.

WADE BARRETT
“There’s a chip on Breezango’s shoulders tonight, Vic. They’ve been watching the new generation take over and I think they’re tired of feeling like the punchline. This is a chance to remind everyone they still belong in the conversation.”

The energy inside the Capitol Wrestling Center is electric as both teams stand in the centre of the ring. MSK set their titles down on the apron and extend their hands toward Breezango as a show of respect.

Wes Lee offers his first. Tyler Breeze steps forward and accepts, nodding firmly. Fandango hesitates, glances at the crowd, and then reluctantly joins in. As the handshake breaks, he wipes his hand on his chest and smirks, muttering something under his breath that only Breeze seems to hear.

VIC JOSEPH
“MSK setting the tone early with a gesture of respect, but I don’t think Fandango’s buying into it.”

WADE BARRETT
“You can sense the tension, Vic. Breezango aren’t here to play nice. There’s pride on the line, and Fandango’s not handling that too well.”

Referee, Eddie Orengo, checks both corners and motions for the bell to start this non-title bout.

The Bell Rings.

The Capitol Wrestling Center comes alive as the bell rings.

Wes Lee and Fandango start for their teams. The crowd claps in rhythm as they circle. Collar-and-elbow tie-up. Fandango uses his height and leverage to drive Wes into the corner. Eddie calls for a break at four; Fandango lifts his hands, then gives a sly jab to the ribs as he steps back.

The crowd boos softly. Wes nods, absorbing it. They lock up again. This time Wes ducks under, hits the ropes, and connects with a sharp headscissors takedown. He springs up into a dropkick that sends Fandango tumbling through the ropes. The fans applaud the burst of speed.

VIC JOSEPH
“Wes Lee wasting no time showing that quickness. You can’t let MSK get rolling early.”

Fandango slaps the barricade in frustration before tagging in Tyler Breeze, who enters composed and focused.

WADE BARRETT
“Breeze has always been the calm half of the equation, Vic. He’ll want to dictate the pace before this becomes a track meet.”

Breeze and Nash Carter tie up. They exchange holds, rolling through each other’s counters in smooth rhythm. Breeze transitions to a wristlock; Carter floats out into an arm drag. Both kip up. The crowd applauds the technical exchange.

Breeze smirks, nodding at the younger man - then backs into his corner to tag in Fandango, who insists he can handle it.

Fandango enters with more urgency, grabbing Carter in a side headlock, then flooring him with a shoulder tackle. He struts briefly, drawing cheers and jeers in equal measure, then turns his back to preen for the camera.

Carter kips up behind him. Dropkick square to the chest. The crowd roars.

Carter drags Fandango into MSK’s corner and tags Wes. They whip him into the ropes and hit a running double dropkick. Wes covers.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Fandango powers out and rolls to the floor to regroup. Breeze leans over the ropes to give advice, telling him to breathe.

VIC JOSEPH
“Breeze trying to settle his partner down. This is where their experience usually comes through.”

Fandango climbs back in, catches Wes with a knee to the midsection, and plants him with a suplex. He floats over.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Fandango immediately tags Breeze. The two deliver a double back elbow, then a leg sweep and quick elbow drop combo for another near fall.

WADE BARRETT
“That’s vintage Breezango right there. When they’re in sync, it’s poetry in motion.”

Breeze keeps control, grounding Wes with a chinlock. The champions start a slow clap from the corner, the crowd joining in rhythm. Wes pushes to his feet, backs Breeze into the ropes, and escapes with an elbow.

Breeze regains momentum with a dropkick. He covers again.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Tag to Fandango, who storms in with a flurry of right hands. He whips Wes hard into the turnbuckles, follows with a running knee, then steps onto the second rope to pose again. Breeze shouts from the apron, “Stay on him!”

Fandango hops down, catches Wes in a spinning tilt-a-whirl slam, and covers.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

The frustration starts to show. Fandango drags Wes up by the hair. Wes counters with a jawbreaker and dives toward the corner. Tag made.

Carter bursts in, lighting up both opponents with sharp strikes. He hits a standing moonsault on Breeze for a near fall, then springboards into a spinning heel kick on Fandango. The pace quickens.

Carter tags Wes. The champions hit stereo kicks and send Breeze rolling outside. They follow immediately -

Carter with a suicide dive through the ropes...

Wes with a tope con hilo over the top.

The crowd erupts.

VIC JOSEPH
“MSK can hit you from every angle! That’s the difference-maker in this division.”

Both champions roll Breeze back in. Wes heads up top, but Fandango grabs his foot from the apron. Carter charges and knocks Fandango off the apron with a running forearm. Breeze capitalises, spinning with a Supermodel Kick that catches Wes flush.

He falls into the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Carter dives in to break it at the last moment. The crowd gasps.

Breeze slaps the mat, regrouping, then glances at Fandango, who’s still trying to shake off the blow outside. He tags him in to finish it.

Fandango climbs to the top rope and calls for the Last Dance, but Wes rolls away at the last second. The veteran crashes to the mat.

Both men crawl. Tag to Carter.

Carter hits the ropes, nails Breeze off the apron with a kick, then turns back to Fandango. Wes re-joins him, and the crowd knows what’s coming.

VIC JOSEPH
“The champions are lining it up!”

Carter lifts Fandango slightly as Wes rebounds, vaulting forward into a standing moonsault. Carter shoves him mid-rotation for extra force...

HOT FIRE FLAME CONNECTS!

Carter hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Spoiler: MATCH RESULT

Winners: MSK (Nash Carter and Wes Lee) via pinfall in 10:25

The bell rings as MSK’s music hits. The crowd erupts. Eddie Orengo raises the champions’ hands while Breezango regroup in the corner.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“Here are your winners - M–S–K!”

Breeze looks disappointed but calm. Fandango kicks the bottom rope in frustration and storms out of the ring.

VIC JOSEPH
“What a way to start the night. MSK remain the gold standard, but something’s coming undone between Breeze and Fandango.”

WADE BARRETT
“Breeze wants to win the right way. Fandango’s just desperate to win at any cost. That kind of friction doesn’t stay buried for long.”

Wes offers a handshake. Breeze accepts respectfully before following his partner up the ramp, calling after him. The camera lingers on the curtain as they disappear backstage, the tension unresolved.

Cut to a backstage monitor. Legado del Fantasma stand watching the finish - Joaquin Wilde, Raul Mendoza, Santos Escobar, and Don Reyes, all in tailored suits. Reyes adjusts his cufflinks, smiling faintly.

VIC JOSEPH
“And there’s the new power in the tag team division. "El Gran Jefe" Don Reyes and Legado del Fantasma, keeping a very close eye on the champions.”

WADE BARRETT
“When those men watch, it isn’t as spectators. It’s as predators.”

The shot fades from Legado’s silent stare back to MSK in the ring, celebrating with the crowd chanting “M-S-K! M-S-K!” which plays us into the commercial break.

The camera finds Pete Dunne backstage, texting on his phone, the Ace of Spades card sitting neatly on a nearby crate.
James Drake and Zack Gibson step into frame, both smirking.

ZACK GIBSON
“Pete, mate, we were watchin’ that main event last week. I know you and Moustache Mountain go way back, but really? Them? You had us right here.”

JAMES DRAKE
“If we’d been by your side, Bronson and Kushida wouldn’t even be cleared tonight. You’d have had a clear path to cash in that card.”

Dunne doesn’t look up.

PETE DUNNE
“If last week taught me anything… it’s that I can’t trust anyone but myself.”

He keeps typing away on his phone. Gibson steps closer, tone softening but sharp.

ZACK GIBSON
“Come on, mate. You don’t need to do this alone. You’ve got the Ace of Spades in your pocket and two lads who can make sure you play it right.”

Dunne finally meets Gibson’s eye.

PETE DUNNE
“You mean two lads who’d take the credit when I win. Not happening.”

Before Gibson can reply, Oney Lorcan storms in.

ONEY LORCAN
“You talk about trust, Pete -what about loyalty? I was there when no one else was. You left me to rot the second it suited you. And last week? That was the final straw.”

Gibson chuckles quietly.

ZACK GIBSON
“Easy, lad. You’ll pop a vein.”

Lorcan steps right up to him, unblinking.

ONEY LORCAN
“I’m not here for you, Zack. I’m here for him.”

He nods toward Dunne, who tucks his phone away and slowly stands, nose-to-nose with Lorcan.

PETE DUNNE
"Maybe you should have taken the hint.”

Dunne slaps him hard across the face. Lorcan reels, swinging back, but GYV grab him by the arms, holding him long enough for Dunne to drive a forearm into his jaw. Lorcan hits the wall and slides down, dazed.

ZACK GIBSON (grinning)
“Still the Bruiserweight. Same as ever.”

Dunne cracks his neck, eyes cold.

PETE DUNNE
“Exactly. My way.”

He grabs the Ace of Spades card, tucks it into his jacket pocket, and walks off.

GYV glance down at Lorcan, impressed but uneasy, before following Dunne out of frame. The camera lingers on Lorcan, clutching his jaw and glaring after them.

VIC JOSEPH
“Pete Dunne reminding everyone why he’s called the Bruiserweight - but he’s running out of friends fast.”

WADE BARRETT
“Dunne doesn’t need friends, Vic. He’s got that Ace of Spades - and when he plays it, it could change the whole landscape of NXT.”

Backstage. Gorilla Position.

The camera shows Raquel González walking with Dakota Kai toward the entrance area.

Raquel carries the NXT Women’s Championship confidently over her shoulder, while Dakota stays close beside her, still wearing her tinted glasses, guided lightly by Raquel’s hand on her arm.

Raquel pauses at the curtain, nods to Dakota, and rolls her shoulders, ready to compete.

VIC JOSEPH
“Up next is our second match of the night featuring one of NXT’s reigning champions - the NXT Women’s Champion, Raquel González, who is set for non-title action against the debuting Jacy Jayne.”

WADE BARRETT
“Jayne’s been making plenty of noise on NXT Evolve, Vic. She’s brash, she’s loud, and tonight, she’s stepping straight into the deep end against Big Mami Cool.”

VIC JOSEPH
“And with Dakota Kai still in recovery, Raquel’s keeping one eye on her best friend and the other on a locker room full of contenders.”

The camera cuts to the ring, where Jacy Jayne stands with a microphone in hand, pacing back and forth as the crowd buzzes curiously.

JACY JAYNE
“So this is NXT? Big lights, big crowd - and apparently, a big champion who thinks she runs the place.”

The audience boos lightly. Jacy smirks and flips her hair, unbothered.

JACY JAYNE
"Raquel, you may think that you're untouchable after TakeOver, but everybody knows that it was your Springer Show antics with Dakota and Mercedes that won you the match against Toni Storm."

That draws a louder reaction. Jacy laughs nervously, thinking the crowd’s with her.

JACY JAYNE
Hey, I’m not saying you’re not strong. You’re tall, you’re tough - you even scare the locker room. But I’ve got something you don’t.

She pauses dramatically, trying to bait the audience.

JACY JAYNE
“Charisma. Personality. The kind of spark that gets you noticed. And tonight, I’m about to go viral when I drop the NXT Women’s Champion flat on her back in my first match.”

The crowd jeers as Jacy smirks into the camera.

JACY JAYNE
“So come on out, Raquel. Let’s see if ‘Big Mami Cool’ can handle a little heat from the future face of this division.”

She tosses the mic aside and leans against the ropes, feigning confidence before she's interrupted.

♪ TRAP QUEEN ♪

The lights dim before the champion's new theme echoes through the Capitol Wrestling Center. Raquel González steps onto the stage, the NXT Women’s Championship over her shoulder, with Dakota Kai walking a half-step behind her.

The camera lingers on Dakota’s tinted glasses, then back to Raquel’s focused expression.

VIC JOSEPH
“The NXT Women’s Champion looks less than impressed, and frankly, who can blame her?”

WADE BARRETT
“Confidence is one thing, Vic, but Jacy Jayne just poked the hornet’s nest. Raquel’s got enough people chasing her - Franky Monet, Mercedes Martinez, and now an upstart trying to make a name off her.”

Raquel walks with purpose, Dakota trailing at ringside as the champion steps between the ropes, eyes locked on Jacy. The newcomer bounces on her heels, mouthing “Let’s go!” as the referee steps forward.

Aja Smith is the assigned official.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring — JACY JAYNE! And her opponent - she is the NXT Women’s Champion, RAQUEL GONZÁLEZ!”

Raquel raises the title high, expression unreadable.

VIC JOSEPH
“'Big Mami Cool' is back in action for the first time since High Stakes, and with both Mercedes Martinez and Franky Monet watching closely, the champion can’t afford any slip-ups tonight.”

Jacy rushes out of her corner, shouting as she swings wildly with a discus forearm she calls The Roaring Encore, but Raquel ducks under it.

The crowd reacts immediately as Raquel hits the ropes and blasts Jacy with a big boot that drops her flat. Raquel pulls her up by the arm, driving a knee into her midsection before launching her across the ring with a fallaway slam.

VIC JOSEPH
“Raquel González showing exactly why she’s the NXT Women’s Champion - total control from the outset.”

WADE BARRETT
“This is week's worth of frustration and aggression being unleashed on Jacy Jayne right here."

Jacy scrambles to her feet, trying to throw frantic forearms, but Raquel barely budges. She hooks Jacy, lifts her high, and plants her with a spinning powerslam for a near fall.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Jacy kicks out weakly. Raquel nods, almost amused, then hauls her up again.

WADE BARRETT
“Jacy Jayne might be regretting that little speech earlier, Vic. There’s confidence, and then there’s calling out Raquel González.”

Raquel lifts Jacy for the Chingona Bomb, holding her in the air for a moment before driving her down hard in the centre of the ring. She folds her up for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Spoiler: MATCH RESULT

Winner: Raquel González via pinfall in 02:06

ALICIA TAYLOR
“Here is your winner... the NXT Women’s Champion, RAQUEL GONZÁLEZ!”

Raquel gets to her feet, taking her title from Aja Smith. She raises it proudly as Dakota Kai applauds at ringside.

VIC JOSEPH
"A commanding performance from Raquel González, sending a clear message to the entire division."

WADE BARRETT
"Franky Monet, Mercedes Martinez, every challenger in the back, they all saw that. Raquel’s at the top of her game."

The cheers fade as the crowd begins to react to something at ringside. Aliyah appears on the ramp, wearing a rhinestone neck brace, clearly still hurt from last week's match with Mercedes Martinez. She smirks and walks down toward the ring.

VIC JOSEPH
"Aliyah shouldn’t even be out here, look at her! She’s still recovering from last week’s beating at the hands of Mercedes Martinez."

Aliyah circles the ring, moving toward Dakota Kai on the outside. She stops behind her, raising her hands as if to strike. Dakota turns and freezes, unsure whether to move.

Inside the ring, Raquel spots the threat and steps toward the ropes, but Franky Monet and Jessi Kamea slide in from behind. They club Raquel across the back and drive her to the canvas with repeated stomps.

Raquel tries to fight them off, hitting a forearm to Monet and a back elbow to Kamea, but Aliyah climbs into the ring and joins the attack, neck brace and all. The three women stomp Raquel into the mat as Dakota watches from the outside, disoriented.

VIC JOSEPH
"The Brand are ambushing the champion, and Dakota Kai’s in no position to help her!"

WADE BARRETT
"Franky Monet’s just making a statement, Vic. The Brand are showing the champion what competition looks like!"

Raquel powers back to her feet, sending Kamea tumbling with a clothesline and shoving Aliyah away. Monet grabs the NXT Women’s Championship and swings it at Raquel, connecting across the back. The boos echo through the Capitol Wrestling Center.

Franky stands tall, holding the belt over Raquel’s body as Aliyah claps proudly beside her. Monet mouths to the camera, "My division now."

The crowd erupts as Mercedes Martinez storms down the ramp. She slides into the ring and immediately drops Kamea with a right hand. Monet turns but gets rocked with a forearm that sends her spilling through the ropes. Aliyah scurries out after her, clutching her neck brace.

Mercedes checks on Raquel, helping her to her feet. The two women lock eyes for a tense moment, neither backing down. Mercedes nods once, pointing to the title belt before turning to leave.

VIC JOSEPH
"Mercedes Martinez just saved Raquel González from a three-on-one assault, but there’s no love lost there. Mercedes still wants that championship."

WADE BARRETT
"Let’s be honest. Franky Monet and The Brand were sending a message, but Mercedes sent one louder. She may have stepped in tonight, but she’s not Raquel’s friend - she’s her next challenger."

Raquel watches Mercedes walk up the ramp, clutching her championship close. Dakota leans against the apron, shaken but upright, as The Brand regroup near the stage.

VIC JOSEPH
"Chaos once again surrounding the NXT Women’s Champion. Franky Monet is coming for her and Mercedes Martinez is coming to collect what she believes she's owed."

WADE BARRETT
"Everyone’s gunning for Raquel, and with Dakota Kai still not 100 percent, the champion might be more vulnerable than she thinks."

Raquel raises her title one last time as Mercedes pauses on the stage and looks back, the tension between them thick enough to cut.

Back from commercial, the camera cuts to Finn Bálor and Kyle O’Reilly talking in a hallway near the locker room. Both look tense, deep in discussion.

In the background, Killian Dain can be seen down the corridor, listening in silently.

KYLE O’REILLY
"I’m still deciding which title I’m coming for. I mean, Ciampa’s intense, but Bronson’s the guy to beat right now. He’s on fire, but he’s also juggling everything, and I’m not about to take the North American Title off him just because he’s having an off day."

FINN BÁLOR
"Whatever you decide, just know I’ll be keeping a close eye. Once I’m done dealing with that maniac Killian Dain, that is."

Kyle smirks, nodding.

Before he can reply, Austin Theory strolls up, arms folded and full of attitude.

AUSTIN THEORY
"Oh, here we go, the two guys who treat me like a kid. You think you’re the only ones who can hang at the top? Whatever title Kyle goes for, I’ll be first in line to challenge for it."

Bálor lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

FINN BÁLOR
"Kid, the line starts somewhere behind me."

A voice cuts in from off-camera.

BOBBY FISH
"Correction. It starts behind me."

"The Infamous" Bobby Fish steps into frame, dressed sharply, scarf draped over his shoulders.

BOBBY FISH
"But that’s if I even want to work with Kyle again. He can be a bit of a… how do I say… bitter co-star to work with. Bobby Fish doesn’t do ensemble pieces anymore."

Kyle raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

KYLE O’REILLY
"Good to know, Shakespeare."

Fish smirks, adjusting his scarf like a stage actor bowing after a line.

The tension builds until Johnny Gargano and Dexter Lumis walk in, both amused.

JOHNNY GARGANO
"Okay, okay, this is getting pretty dramatic back here, even for NXT. I’m nothing if not a leader, so how about this? Next week, we settle it. Trios match. The Way versus whoever’s feeling brave enough to test themselves."

Fish laughs softly to himself.

BOBBY FISH
"Bobby Fish doesn’t do small parts… and he most certainly doesn’t do tag matches with Kyle O’Reilly. I’ve paid my dues. Find somebody else to carry you."

Fish turns to leave, muttering something about “creative miscasting.”

At the end of the hall, Roderick Strong steps into view.

RODERICK STRONG
"Then I will."

The room falls silent. Bálor looks sceptical; Kyle nods once. Gargano and Theory exchange a knowing smirk.

RODERICK STRONG
"I know my head hasn't been in it lately, but trust me, I've got this."

O'Reilly nods reassuringly to Bálor, vouching for his former stablemate.

FINN BÁLOR
"Then I guess we’ve got ourselves a fight next week."

Everyone begins to walk off in different directions. In the background, the camera catches that Killian Dain has vanished from his spot - unnoticed by anyone.

The shot lingers on Johnny Gargano, who pauses mid-step. He glances over his shoulder and spots Tommaso Ciampa standing a few feet away, leaning against a production crate with the NXT Cruiserweight Championship resting on his shoulder.

The two share a silent, heavy look - not hostility, but history. Ciampa adjusts the title, pushes off the crate, and walks past Gargano toward the curtain. Gargano exhales, watching him go.

A replay rolls clips from NXT TakeOver: High Stakes:
​

Kushida wrenching the Hoverboard Lock tight. Ciampa clawing toward the ropes. The brutal rope-assisted knee strike. Then Willow’s Bell on the apron, followed by the three-count.

VIC JOSEPH (ARCHIVE)
"Ciampa has done it! Tommaso Ciampa is the new NXT Cruiserweight Champion!"

The footage freezes on Ciampa kneeling over the title. The color drains to black and white, and the crowd noise distorts into a low hum as the lights inside the Capitol Wrestling Center flicker back on.​

♪ No One Will Survive ♪

Back live, a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Tommaso Ciampa steps through the curtain, trench coat over his gear, the Cruiserweight Championship draped over his shoulder.

His expression is unreadable - colder, sharper. The crowd’s reaction is mixed: admiration tinged with unease.

ALICIA TAYLOR
"Please welcome, the new NXT Cruiserweight Champion… Tommaso Ciampa!"

Ciampa walks to the ring without breaking stride. Once inside, he stops in the center, lowers the microphone to his side, and waits until the noise dies down.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
"You ever notice how people only love redemption when it isn’t theirs? They cheer when you fall, they cry when you break, and they clap when you crawl back up. But they never ask what happens when you stop crawling."

He looks down at the title, brushing his thumb along the faceplate.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
"They call this the heart of NXT. Said it was for the fast, the fearless, the future. And yet… it took me to give it a pulse."

He lets that sink in before continuing.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
"I beat Kushida for this championship - and now, he’s off chasing the NXT Title. Meanwhile, everyone acts like I’m the one standing still. But I’ve held every championship this brand has ever had, except one. And still, they question my legacy.."

He raises the Cruiserweight Championship toward the hard camera.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
"I didn’t win this to relive the past, or play hero for the next generation. I won it to hold a mirror up to this place. To test who’s real. To see who still bleeds for it."

He sets the belt on the top rope, pacing slowly.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
"You want to call me the Devil? The Blackheart? Fine. I’m the Devil who tells the truth. And the truth is, nobody works harder, nobody fights dirtier, and nobody deserves this more than me."

Ciampa taps the title with his fingertips, voice low but steady.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
"I am the standard. The line between savior and sinner. And every soul who walks through that curtain thinking they belong here…"
(He taps the title again.)
"…will have to come through me first."

He lets the silence stretch before lifting the title high one final time. Then he sets it gently in the center of the ring and steps through the ropes.

VIC JOSEPH
"Tommaso Ciampa making his intentions clear. No apologies, no humility - just dominance. The Blackheart has returned with a mission."

WADE BARRETT
"Kushida might be chasing the NXT Championship, but Ciampa’s determined to make the world look his way again. He’s redefining what it means to hold that Cruiserweight Title, Vic. The question now is… who dares step up?"

The camera lingers on Ciampa halfway up the ramp, the gold reflecting the light, before fading to a wide shot of the Capitol Wrestling Center.

VIC JOSEPH
"Tommaso Ciampa sending a message to the entire NXT roster. He isn’t just defending a championship, he’s trying to reshape what it means."

WADE BARRETT
"And I believe him, Vic. Ciampa’s done nearly everything there is to do in NXT, and now he’s promising to make the Cruiserweight Championship the title the world’s watching."

VIC JOSEPH
"Well, from one outspoken champion to another, coming up tonight we’ll hear from LA Knight as his 'Million Dollar Dream Match' returns. But don’t go anywhere, because after the break, Raw’s Lucha House Party bring their high-flying energy to NXT tag team action."

We cut to commercial.

VIC JOSEPH
“Welcome back to NXT! Before the break, we heard strong words from the new Cruiserweight Champion, Tommaso Ciampa, and right now, we turn our attention to the tag division, where two familiar faces from Monday Night Raw are set to compete.”

WADE BARRETT
“Gran Metalik and Lince Dorado have been around the world, Vic. They’re lightning in human form - and they’re here tonight to show this tag division why they’ve lasted this long.”

♪ LUCHA LUCHA ♪

The crowd buzzes as Raw’s Lucha House Party make their entrance. Gran Metalik and Lince Dorado leap through gold and purple light, full of energy and showmanship.

ALICIA TAYLOR
"The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing Monday Night Raw , weighing in at a combined 366 pounds... Lucha House Party!"

They strike matching poses on opposite turnbuckles before backflipping to the mat, leading the crowd in rhythmic “Lu-cha! Lu-cha!” chants.

The music shifts to a minimalist pulse as Ru Feng and Dante Chen step out from the curtain. Calm and focused, they bow slightly before entering the ring.

VIC JOSEPH
"Last week, Lucha House Party told us this wasn’t a return, it was a takeover of tradition. But tonight, they’ll be tested by two young upstarts, Ru Feng and Dante Chen."

WADE BARRETT
"And they’ll need that experience, Vic. These two young men have shown promise in NXT Evolve, and you can tell from their composure they’re not intimidated in the slightest."

Metalik starts opposite Chen. They circle and lock up. Chen takes the early advantage with a waistlock and smooth takedown, holding tight until Metalik kips free, rebounding off the ropes into a springboard arm drag. Chen lands on his feet, nodding.

They reset. Chen pushes Metalik into the corner, breaks clean, and gestures for another lock-up. Metalik obliges, but this time springs to the top rope, walks across the entire top strand, and dives with a flying arm drag that sends Chen sprawling.

VIC JOSEPH
"The Master of the Ropes showing off his signature precision and balance!"

Metalik tags Dorado, who lands a running dropkick and a standing moonsault.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Chen kicks out and brings Dorado toward the corner to tag Feng.

Feng lands a spinning heel kick, then traps Dorado in a grounded headlock. Dorado fights free, flipping over with a jawbreaker to create space. Both men crawl for tags.

Double tag. Metalik and Chen collide mid-ring - Chen surprises everyone with a sharp knee strike, then hoists Metalik into a butterfly suplex for a near fall.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Dorado breaks it up.

Feng rushes in, but Dorado catches him with a tilt-a-whirl DDT. Metalik climbs the top rope, walking the length of it before dropping a rope-walk dropkick to Chen’s chest. Dorado follows with a diving splash.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Spoiler: MATCH RESULT

Winners: Lucha House Party (Gran Metalik and Lince Dorado) via pinfall in 06:47

ALICIA TAYLOR
"Here are your winners...Lucha House Party!"

The crowd cheers as Metalik and Dorado celebrate their win, rallying the Capitol Wrestling Center with chants of “Lu-cha! Lu-cha!”

But the atmosphere suddenly changes. The lights dim to a deep amber as Legado del Fantasma appear through the crowd - Santos Escobar, Joaquin Wilde, and Raul Mendoza - attacking from behind.

Dorado is rammed shoulder-first into the ring post. Metalik takes a running knee from Wilde before Mendoza plants him with a twisting driver. The fans boo loudly as Legado stand tall.

At the top of the ramp, Don Reyes appears, stoic in his black suit, hands clasped behind his back.

VIC JOSEPH
"Legado del Fantasma striking without warning again, and look at Don Reyes. Cold. Calculated. Just watching his order at work."

WADE BARRETT
"Vic, this is what Reyes promised last week, a cleansing of Lucha Libre. He said the masks and acrobatics had turned heritage into performance. And tonight, he’s proving that the new era of Lucha Libre belongs to him."

Escobar grabs Metalik’s torn mask, holds it aloft, and drops it deliberately at Reyes’s feet.

VIC JOSEPH
"That’s no random attack, it's a declaration. Lucha House Party came here talking about a takeover of tradition, but Legado del Fantasma have just rewritten what that tradition means."

WADE BARRETT
"And you can bet MSK are watching. Don Reyes isn’t trying to uphold Lucha Libre, he’s trying to own it."

Reyes gives a subtle nod, his men exiting the ring in formation. The camera lingers on Metalik, clutching his face as Dorado helps him sit up, the crowd chanting “Lu-cha!” in sympathy.

We cut to a 'Digital Exclusive' from showing events from NWA EmPowerrr, St. Louis.​

Highlights play from the viral moment: Shotzi, Tegan Nox, and Ember Moon making their surprise appearance at NWA EmPowerrr and defeating Ray Lyn, Heather Monroe, and Madi Wrenkowski.

The Chase Park Plaza crowd roars as the NXT trio celebrate - until Indi Hartwell and Persia Pirotta, the NXT Women’s Tag Team Champions, interrupt, microphones in hand.

PERSIA PIROTTA
(archival)
"Aww, look at Shotzi and her rotating besties. New bestie. Old bestie. One’s just got back from being on the shelf, and one’s a kneebar away from going back on it!"

The audience boos loudly. Moments later, The Hex, Allysin Kay and Marti Belle, the newly crowned NWA Women’s Tag Team Champions - storm out to confront them.

EmPowerrr Executive Producer and women's wrestling legend, Mickie James, appears cutting the tension:

MICKIE JAMES
"Ladies, I'm thrilled to see the NXT Women's Tag Champs here tonight. Really. But we invited Ember, Shotzi, and Tegan? You? You're party crashers. So, unless you paid for a ticket like all these fans in The Chase tonight - you're going to have to leave"

The crowd explodes as The Hex join Ember, Shotzi, and Tegan to send Indi and Persia packing.​

We return backstage to the present day. A soft buzz of locker-room chatter fills the hallway. Shotzi, Tegan Nox, and Ember Moon are with Kacy Catanzaro and Kayden Carter, replaying the EmPowerrr footage on a tablet.

SHOTZI
"You three broke the internet with that! No one could believe you just showed up at EmPowerrr!"

KAYDEN CARTER
"You really brought NXT party to the NWA!"

SHOTZI
"Total mayhem, baby. I live for chaos, but even I didn’t think we’d blow up the wrestling world."

EMBER MOON
"And it wasn’t about stealing attention, it was about sharing it. That’s what this division should be."

KACY CATANZARO
"So, Tegan, how did you even pull that off?"

TEGAN NOX
(smiling)
"What can I say? I’m a big Smashing Pumpkins fan."

Everyone laughs, until the air changes. The laughter dies as Indi Hartwell and Persia Pirotta stroll in, the NXT Women’s Tag Team Titles glinting under the fluorescent lights. Their presence shifts the energy in the corridor immediately.

PERSIA PIROTTA
"Aw, how sweet. The viral sensations are still watching reruns."

INDI HARTWELL
"Hey, don’t thank us all at once. After all, that little crossover got everyone talking about our division. You’re welcome."

EMBER MOON
(steps forward, coldly)
"You mean the same show we were trending for...and you got tossed out of?"

Persia’s smirk falters slightly, before she straightens her shoulders.

PERSIA PIROTTA
"We made that show worth watching. Without us, it would've been a total snooze fest."

SHOTZI
"Funny, ‘cause the only thing people remember is us standing tall while you were halfway to the parking lot."

TEGAN NOX
"Keep talking. When you finally stop hiding behind those belts, we’ll be right here waiting."

INDI HARTWELL
(snickers)
"I thought you'd be too busy making friendship bracelets for each other, or maybe plaiting each other's hair? Besides, we've already beaten you! We don't need to hide."

Tegan tenses. Ember shoots Indi a glare but keeps her composure.

From the background, Nigel McGuinness strides in, headset around his neck, clipboard in hand.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
"Alright, alright - enough! First off, Shotzi, Tegan, Ember, congratulations. That appearance at EmPowerrr was brilliant. Great exposure for NXT, great business with the NWA - Billy and Mickie were thrilled."

He turns to the champions, tone sharpening.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
"As for you two. I’ve already had to do some damage control after your little stunt. Now seeing as there still seems to be some bad blood, here's what we're going to do. Next week, one member from each team goes one-on-one. No titles, no interference, no excuses." he gestures to the trio of babyfaces. "If your side win, your team get another opportunity at the NXT Women's Tag Team titles." he turns to the champions. "and I guess if you win....they don't."

PERSIA PIROTTA
(smiling)
"Fine by us. Indi’ll take care of it."

EMBER MOON
(stepping forward)
"Then I’m in."

EMBER MOON
"Tegan..."

Tegan cuts her off with a look. Ember exhales, frustrated.

EMBER MOON
"Then that's settled. Best of luck for next week."

Nigel walks off, still muttering under his breath. Indi and Persia exchange a smug glance before heading down the corridor. Ember leans back against the wall, silent, as Shotzi pats Tegan on the shoulder.

VIC JOSEPH
"A massive match made official for next week, Tegan Nox versus Indi Hartwell, and the fallout from NWA EmPowerrr continues here on NXT!"

WADE BARRETT
"Credit to Nigel for keeping order, Vic, but next week, the talking stops. Tegan wants to prove she’s still got it, and Indi’s out to prove why she’s champion."

A graphic appears on-screen to promote the match next week as the segment comes to a close.

A cold open video rolls.​

Footage from NXT: High Stakes shows Tony D’Angelo at the Kick-Off Show gambling table, placing a cheeky bet against LA Knight.

Cut to clips from NXT Evolve, showing D’Angelo’s debut win over Tyler Rust.

As he celebrates, LA Knight and Cal Lannister interrupt the broadcast, clapping sarcastically from the ramp.

Quick cuts show the two groups crossing paths backstage - Lannister jawing at Tony, Knight smirking behind sunglasses.​

The screen fades to black. Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett are shown at ringside.

VIC JOSEPH
"And now, LA Knight’s looking to make another statement in one of his so-called 'Million Dollar Dream Matches,' where a rookie gets five minutes to prove they belong...or get exposed in the process."

WADE BARRETT
"It’s the kind of tough love I respect, Vic. LA Knight calls it mentorship. I call it a reality check."

VIC JOSEPH
"Can he still call it a Million Dollar Dream match if he's not holding the Million Dollar Championship anymore?"

WADE BARRETT
"Well he can, and he is, Vic, so why don't you try adjusting your tone and calling this match down the middle."

♪ WELCOME TO LA ♪

LA Knight steps onto the stage in his black vest and aviators, smirking, with "The Mountain" Cal Lannister at his side in a tailored jacket. The crowd jeers as Knight raises a finger and taps his watch, mouthing “five minutes.”

ALICIA TAYLOR
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a five-minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied by "The Mountain" Cal Lannister, from Los Angeles, California… LA Knight!"

They head to the ring, the camera catching Knight gesturing at the crowd.

LA KNIGHT
"Yeah! Let me talk to ya!"

He takes a microphone as the boos swell.

LA KNIGHT
"Ever since I walked into NXT, people have been betting against me - literally. Tony D’Angelo, you got jokes, you got that whole 'Goodfellas' routine. Cute. But what you don’t have… is me. The Megastar."

He glances at Lannister, who adjusts his cufflinks with a grin.

LA KNIGHT
"So you know the drill by now. I give some rookie the opportunity of a lifetime: five minutes in the ring with greatness. Tonight’s lucky kid must survive five minutes. My goal: remind everyone why I’m untouchable. Yeah!"

Knight tosses the mic aside.

Knight's opponent, 24-year old Channing Lauren runs out full of energy, nodding to the crowd before sliding into the ring. He stares Knight down, not backing off.

ALICIA TAYLOR
"And his opponent from Raleigh, North Carolina… Channing Lauren!"

Referee, Darryl Sharma, signals for the bell and starts the timer.

Knight circles Lauren, talking trash. Lauren surprises him with a quick dropkick that sends Knight stumbling into the corner. The crowd reacts with a pop.

VIC JOSEPH
"Channing Lauren showing some fire early - that might’ve rattled Knight!"

Lauren follows with a running forearm and rolls Knight into a quick cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Knight powers out and scrambles to his feet, visibly annoyed. He charges, but Lauren ducks and lands an arm drag, then another. Lauren kips up, drawing cheers.

WADE BARRETT
"Alright, credit where it’s due. The kid’s got something. But let’s see how long it lasts once Knight gets serious."

Knight catches Lauren with a boot to the gut, followed by a hard neckbreaker. He covers lazily.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Knight argues with the referee, smirking as he glances at the clock, 3:12 remaining.

He drives Lauren into the corner and unloads with shoulder thrusts, shouting, “You’re in the ring with a megastar!” He backs up, hits a running knee, and slaps Lauren across the head.

Lauren fires back with a flurry of chops and a spinning elbow, forcing Knight to retreat. He goes for a flying crossbody, but Knight catches him mid-air and turns it into a powerslam.

Knight poses for the camera as Cal Lannister applauds from ringside.

VIC JOSEPH
"Knight getting a little too comfortable, the clock’s ticking, and Channing Lauren’s still in this match!"

Knight lifts Lauren for the BFT, but Lauren wriggles free and rolls him up from behind.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Knight kicks out at the last second and immediately hits a spinebuster. The clock shows 0:58.

Knight shakes his head, irritated now. He drags Lauren up, shouting, "You wanted five minutes, kid, you’re gonna wish you asked for four!" He plants him with the BFT and covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Winner: LA Knight via pinfall in 04:51

ALICIA TAYLOR
"Here is your winner, LA Knight!"

Knight smirks and kneels beside Lauren, patting him on the shoulder.

LA KNIGHT
"Lesson learned, kid. Five minutes with a megastar, you’ll tell your grandkids about it."

He stands, arms raised, as Lannister enters the ring to applaud. Then, without warning, Lannister grabs Lauren from behind and locks in the Vice Grip, wrenching it tight. Lauren thrashes in pain until the referee and officials rush in to pull him off.

Knight feigns innocence, hands raised, mouthing, “What? Just teaching respect.”

VIC JOSEPH
"Come on! That was uncalled for, the match was over!"

WADE BARRETT
"Hey, it’s a valuable lesson, Vic. Welcome to NXT, the bell doesn’t always save you."

As LA Inc. celebrate, the titantron flickers to life.

On-screen, Tony D'Angelo sits alone in a softly lit Italian restaurant. A half-finished espresso sits in front of him, the faint sound of an old jazz record playing in the background. He looks up at the camera with an easy smile.

TONY D’ANGELO
"Hey, LA… Cal. How’s business?"

He takes a slow sip of espresso, sets the cup down neatly on its saucer.

TONY D’ANGELO
""Congrats on the big win. I saw what you did there. You two are tough guys, huh? You know, I’ve been keepin’ an eye on you two, you see, I didn't like how things went down on NXT Evolve last week."

He chuckles lightly, the kind of laugh that feels both friendly and dangerous.

TONY D’ANGELO
"Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind a little fun. Sure, I bet against you at High Stakes. You know why? Because I’m smart. I play the odds. But then you two start gettin’ personal, throwin’ shade, takin’ shots , and I can keep doin’ that all day if you want. But that’s not how I like to handle business."

Tony leans forward slightly, tone still smooth but darker now.

TONY D’ANGELO
"So next week, how about we do just that? No suits, no spotlights. You bring your corporation… and I’ll bring the family. We’ll have ourselves a little sit-down. Just business."

Tony taps his espresso cup twice with the spoon, the sound echoing through the speakers before the screen cuts to black.

Knight stares up at the screen, jaw tightening. Lannister leans in and mutters something, the two men exchanging a tense look.

VIC JOSEPH
"Tony D’Angelo sending a message loud and clear - LA Knight might’ve made an example of Channing Lauren tonight, but next week, he’s got business to handle."

WADE BARRETT
"Knight’s no fool, Vic. He’ll show up to that meeting but Tony D had better know who he’s inviting to the table."

Knight exits the ring with Lannister close behind, both keeping their composure but clearly unsettled as the crowd jeers.

VIC JOSEPH
"Still to come tonight, our main event, Bronson Reed defending the NXT Championship against Kushida. But before we get there, we want to take you backstage for an update on the Women’s Champion following that earlier attack by The Brand."

WADE BARRETT
"Franky Monet and her entourage have been running riot lately, Vic, and after tonight’s stunt, you’ve got to wonder how much longer Raquel can keep her composure."

We cut backstage to the Medical Area.

McKenzie Mitchell stands beside a trainer tending to Raquel González, who’s seated on a bench with her right shoulder wrapped in ice. Dakota Kai stands nearby, listening quietly.

MCKENZIE MITCHELL
"Raquel, earlier tonight The Brand blindsided you following your match with Jacy Jayne, can we get an update on your condition?"

Before Raquel can answer, Mercedes Martinez strides into frame, still fired up from the brawl.

MERCEDES MARTINEZ
"She’s fine, McKenzie. I just came from Nigel’s office. The match is made. Next week, it’s me and Raquel versus Franky and Jessi. No more cheap shots. No more numbers game."

Raquel exhales, standing up slowly and nodding.

RAQUEL GONZÁLEZ
"I've had about as much as I can take with those Mean Girl wannabes!"
(she pauses)
"I guess, I should be thanking you?"

Mercedes crosses her arms but softens slightly when she looks at Dakota.

MERCEDES MARTINEZ
"I didn’t do it for thanks. I did it because they pushed the wrong buttons. But credit where it’s due, you’ve still got fight in you."

DAKOTA KAI
"I might not have seen what happened out there, but I heard enough. You didn’t have to get involved, Mercedes. You chose to. And after what Tian Sha did to us, after everything we’ve both been through… maybe it’s about time we stopped fighting each other and started fighting for the same thing again."

Mercedes gives a small reluctant nod - wary, but appreciative.

MERCEDES MARTINEZ
"Guess we’ll see how that goes next week."

RAQUEL GONZÁLEZ
"We’ll handle The Brand first. Then we’ll see what happens after that."

The two women exchange a subtle but knowing nod. McKenzie looks from one to the other, sensing the fragile truce.

MCKENZIE MITCHELL
"Well, there you have it, you heard it here first. Next week, Raquel González and Mercedes Martinez will team up to face Franky Monet and Jessi Kamea of The Brand, live on NXT."

Raquel rolls her shoulder as the trainer steps aside. Dakota gives a faint, genuine smile.

VIC JOSEPH
"A huge tag team showdown made official for next week, Raquel and Mercedes uniting against The Brand! And for the first time in weeks, Dakota, Raquel, and Mercedes might be on the same page."

WADE BARRETT
"Let’s hope so, Vic, but I have to see it to believe it first. That’s a combustible team waiting to blow up."

Footage rolls briefly of Legado del Fantasma’s brutal assault on Lucha House Party earlier in the night. Santos Escobar and his men standing tall as Don Reyes watches, expression unreadable.

Cut to Nigel McGuinness pacing outside a door marked Legado del Fantasma - Private Suite. Two security guards stand nearby. Nigel looks to the camera, visibly irritated.

He knocks once, then walks straight in.

Inside, Don Reyes, Santos Escobar, Raul Mendoza, and Joaquin Wilde sit around a low table. The lighting is cool, the atmosphere tense. Reyes doesn’t rise, he simply gestures to the empty chair opposite him.

DON REYES
“Ah, Mr. McGuinness. To what do we owe this visit?”

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“You know why I’m here. That attack out there was completely uncalled for. You’ve got one of the most talented tag teams in the world at your disposal, and instead of competing, you’re sending messages with cheap shots.”

Reyes smiles faintly, folding his hands.

DON REYES
“Cheap shots? No. Corrections. We didn’t attack those men because they were weak. We attacked them because they were making a mockery of our heritage. Our history. Parading around like circus clowns.”

Nigel scoffs, shaking his head.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“I don’t know how you ran things in the Temple, but that’s not how it works in NXT. You want to make a name for yourself here, you do it between the ropes, not by blindsiding guests who came to compete.”

Reyes’ smile widens, his tone dipping almost to a whisper.

DON REYES
“You call it blindsiding. I call it re-education. The Temple taught me that order is born from fear, not rules. I’m simply applying what works.”

Nigel steps closer, unflinching.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“I’ll tell you what works here - honor. Respect. You want to build a legacy, you do it the right way. Otherwise, I’ll make sure your little empire burns before it ever gets off the ground.”

For a moment, neither man speaks. Santos Escobar finally breaks the silence.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“Is that so?.”

Nigel locks eyes with Reyes one last time.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“You’re on thin ice. Don’t mistake patience for weakness.”

He turns and leaves the room. The camera lingers on Reyes, who calmly replaces his sunglasses and leans back in his chair.

DON REYES
(to Escobar, quietly)
“The old guard still think they control the board. They’ve forgotten who built the temple in the first place.”

Escobar smirks. Mendoza and Wilde exchange nods.

VIC JOSEPH
“Nigel McGuinness confronting Don Reyes after that attack on Lucha House Party, and I’ve got to say, Legado del Fantasma don't seem one bit fazed by the GM's warning.”

WADE BARRETT
“Don Reyes isn’t backing down from anyone, Vic. He’s here to take over, and he’s making it very clear he’s not asking for permission.”

We return to commercial to the commentary table. Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett framed mid-shot as the Capitol Wrestling Center crowd buzzes behind them.

VIC JOSEPH
“What a night it’s been here on NXT, and before we get to our championship main event, Wade, next week’s card is already shaping up to be unmissable.”

WADE BARRETT
“Let’s start with a major Trios Match, Vic - The Way - Johnny Gargano, Austin Theory, and Dexter Lumis - take on Kyle O’Reilly, Finn Bálor, and Roderick Strong! Three of NXT’s biggest egos versus three of its most battle-tested names. That’s going to get messy.”

VIC JOSEPH
“Speaking of The Way, Indi Hartwell goes one-on-one with Tegan Nox - a grudge match that could shape the future of the women’s tag team title picture.”

WADE BARRETT
“Sticking with the women's division, how about this blockbuster - NXT Women’s Champion Raquel González joins forces with Mercedes Martinez to face The Brand, Franky Monet and Jessi Kamea! Another match with big title implications.”

VIC JOSEPH
“And after weeks of jockeying for position, we’ll also see a special sit-down meeting between LA Knight, Cal Lannister, and Tony D’Angelo. Business and pride collide, and from what we’ve seen, that discussion could turn physical fast.”

WADE BARRETT
“If I know Knight, Vic, he’ll be doing most of the talking, but Tony D’Angelo’s got a way of making his point, one way or another.”

VIC JOSEPH
“It all happens next Tuesday, right here on NXT. But coming up next, the NXT Championship is on the line. The Colossal Bronson Reed defends against the Time Splitter, Kushida!

The lights dip to deep blue.

♪ NEW MOON ♪

A ripple of recognition sweeps through the crowd. Kushida emerges from the curtain, head bowed, the faint glow of his gear reflecting the light. The audience claps in rhythm, chanting his name. At the ramp’s edge he lifts his right arm and points to his wrist—the future is now. A few fans echo the gesture as he walks to the ring, slapping outstretched hands before rolling under the bottom rope. He crouches in a corner, loosening his shoulders, eyes fixed on the entrance.

The blue fades into gold.

♪ BATTLE TESTED ♪

A wall of bass thunders through the arena as Bronson Reed appears on the stage, both championships gleaming over his shoulders. The audience erupts. He stops at the top of the ramp, breathes in, then lets out a roar that shakes the banners above the ring. “Reed! Reed! Reed!” chants start on the hard-camera side. He walks the ramp with slow purpose, climbs the steps, and ducks through the ropes. Reed hands them to Jason Ayres, who raises the NXT title high while the crowd roars.

Before Alicia Taylor can begin, ♪ BRUISERWEIGHT ♪ cuts through the noise.

Pete Dunne strides out, the Ace of Spades card rolling over his fingers, smirk carved across his face. Boos ripple through the crowd as he joins commentary.

VIC JOSEPH
“Pete Dunne joining us for a closer look. Word from the office is you'll face Oney Lorcan next week."

PETE DUNNE
“They can put Lorcan in front of me next week if they like. Makes no difference. I came out here to watch my title. Whether it's Bronson or Kushida who walk out of here tonight, I'm taking it when I see fit."

WADE BARRETT
“Ever the minimalist. The Ace is already thinking past Oney Lorcan and straight to the gold."

The crowd starts a low “N-X-T” chant as Alicia steps forward again, microphone raised.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the NXT Championship!”

The cheers swell before she continues.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“Introducing first, the challenger, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing 192 pounds - Kushida!”

He raises a fist; the fans answer with “Ku-shi-da! Ku-shi-da!”

ALICIA TAYLOR
“And his opponent, from Adelaide, South Australia, weighing 330 pounds - he is the reigning NXT Champion and NXT North American Champion - The Colossal Bronson Reed!”

Reed hoists both arms; the flashes from phones sparkle like confetti.

Ayres checks each man, nods, and signals for the bell.

They circle cautiously, the noise swelling again. Reed’s first lock-up drives Kushida into the corner; a clean break. The second ends the same way. The third time, Kushida slips under, kicks the knee, then the arm. Reed’s growl vibrates the ropes. He throws a forearm that lands with a thud heard in the upper rows. Kushida rolls through, dropkicking the champion’s elbow and sending him into the ropes.

VIC JOSEPH
“You talk about endurance, Wade, this is the third straight week both men have competed here on NXT.”

WADE BARRETT
“And that’s what makes this dangerous. Every shot tonight is landing on bruises that haven’t healed.”

Reed catches Kushida with a shoulder tackle that levels him, then a senton for...

ONE

TWO

NO!
Kushida spins away, firing a kick to the arm, a forearm, and a springboard dropkick to the triceps. Reed shakes it off, hooks him, and throws him halfway across the ring with a suplex. Another cover.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

Kushida grabs the wrist, twists into a hoverboard attempt, but Reed locks his hands, hauls him up, and slams him down. The sound echoes; both men wince. The crowd claps in rhythm. Reed flexes his left arm, grimacing. Kushida pops up and hits a cartwheel dropkick, a forearm, a basement dropkick to the arm. Reed answers with a body block that sends him rolling.

ONE

TWO

NO!

Reed stands, shaking his head; the frustration is visible. Kushida kips up, ducks a lariat, grabs a hammerlock, and plants Reed with a suplex. The crowd rises with him.

PETE DUNNE
“He’s doing everything right. Break the arm, break the man. I’d just make it permanent.”

Both men exchange forearms until Reed drives Kushida to the mat with a running lariat. He drags him into position and climbs the turnbuckles. The audience roars. At ringside, Dunne rises, headset tossed aside, Ace of Spades card between his fingers.

VIC JOSEPH
“Dunne’s up, what’s he doing?”

Dunne steps onto the apron, shouting, “Enjoy it while you can, mate!” Reed glares at him. The hesitation costs him. Kushida runs up the ropes and blasts him in the elbow with a kick, rolling him into a cradle.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Dunne stays on the apron, jawing with Reed. Ayres moves to intercept. The crowd suddenly explodes as Oney Lorcan barrels down the ramp, grabs Dunne by the jacket, and yanks him to the floor, unloading with a barrage of chops. They crash into the barricade, security spilling after them.

VIC JOSEPH
“Lorcan couldn't wait for next week! And after the disrespect Pete Dunne has shown him, I can't say I blame him."

WADE BARRETT
“This is outrageous! Lorcan's got no business out here. Let The Ace watch the match in peace for crying out loud."

Security struggles to separate them, Dunne shouting back over the officials shoulders, Lorcan trying to break free. The camera pans back to the ring just as Bronson Reed turns....

...and walks straight into a Hoverboard Lock in the middle of the ring!

The NXT Universe comes alive. Reed thrashes, teeth bared, muscles trembling.

VIC JOSEPH
“He’s got it locked in! Reed’s trapped in the center of the ring!”

Reed heaves upward, lifting Kushida with one arm and driving him backward into the corner to break the hold. Both slump to the mat, gasping.

The crowd begins to stomp. Reed steadies himself on the ropes, climbs again, his damaged arm shaking under the weight.

The lights flicker amber and red.

♪ DESTROYER ♪

The crowd turns. Samoa Joe storms the ramp, eyes fixed on the ring. Reed drops down, ready, but Joe slides under the ropes and explodes with a headbutt that staggers the champion. Another. A uranage into the corner; the impact rattles the frame. Kushida staggers to his feet, dazed. Joe catches him from behind, locks in the Coquina Clutch, and drags him down. Kushida claws at Joe’s forearm before going limp.

Ayres waves both arms frantically.

Spoiler: MATCH RESULT

Match Result: No Contest, Bronson Reed retains the NXT Championship in 17:12

ALICIA TAYLOR
“Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match a No Contest”

Joe releases the hold, chest heaving, sweat rolling down his arms. He looks at Reed, then down at the NXT Championship lying by the ropes. He picks it up, studies the faceplate, and raises it high above his head as the camera pushes in.

VIC JOSEPH
“Samoa Joe has just destroyed the champion and the challenger! This match is thrown out - complete chaos!”

WADE BARRETT
“He’s not picking sides, Vic. Samoa Joe is a man scorned after High Stakes, and tonight he’s made his point the only way he knows how, violence.”

Joe drops the title across Reed’s chest and mouths, “Tick tock.” His music swells as he steps through the ropes.

The final shot lingers: Kushida motionless near the ropes, Reed half-upright clutching his ribs, the championship glinting between them. On the stage, Samoa Joe turns once, eyes burning through the light before disappearing behind the curtain.

Fade to black.

Quick Results:

• MSK (Nash Carter & Wes Lee) def. Breezango (Fandango & Tyler Breeze) in a non-title match
• Raquel González def. Jacy Jayne in a non-title match
• LA Knight def. Channing Lauren in a Million Dollar Dream Match
• Lucha House Party (Gran Metalik & Lince Dorado) def. Dante Chen & Ru Feng
• Bronson Reed and Kushida for the NXT Championship ended in a no contest

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[Deco90]

Firstly, sorry for the delay with my review, LG.

I had some free time so wanted to jump back in and check out your latest addition of NXT.

Here we go!

NXT [EPISODE #472] ‣ TUESDAY 31 AUGUST, 2021 REVIEW:

- Nice opening and recap just to jog the memory and also highlight what’s to come. Really good use of the commentary to set the scene as always

- Really good opening match with MSK continuing to shine! Of course the real story of the match is the difference of handling the defeat with Breeze more calm while Fandango looks like he’s had enough. Intrigued to see how this develops.

- I’m loving this new or perhaps enhanced attitude from Dunne as the “Ace of Spades” and his lack of care or respect for anyone but him. A really nice segment with GYV and Lorcan here.

- Nice promo from Jacy Jane here! It felt like someone who was handed an opportunity by creative and has stepped up to take it. Brave words from someone about to step in the ring with ‘Big Mami Cool’

Big words but she got her arsed kick and Raquel looks dominant here. This does feel like a moment or story for the future where Jane who has shredded her rookie time in Evolve can circle back to this moment and perhaps get some redemption but this worked to make the Champion look strong.

The shenanigans afterwards were fun. Got a little pop from Aliyah wearing a rhinestone neck brace haha! Mercedes looked great as well. Good use of all the characters to tell a story here.

- Speaking of a good use of characters - you did it again here! This was a great backstage promo that showed some awesome character development too. Bobby Fish continues to shine, loved the way he dismissed tagging with O’Reilly here Haha! Strong coming into the picture and saying he will step up, sounded like he almost didn’t believe what he was saying and I have a feeling that might be the one to take the pin and “lose” the match but we will see.

- Really good promo from Ciampa! I enjoyed that.

- “LU-CHA! LU-CHA! LU-CHA!” Nice win for the LHP as expected although nice to see some Evolve talent appearing once again. Legado del Fantasma attack with Don Reyes organising the hit - I loved the line from Barrett about Don not trying to uphold the traditions of Lucha Libre but trying to own it.

- Really nice use of NWA EmPowerrr here to shine some light on the ladies of NXT and set up the match.

- Again, enjoyed the exchange with LA Knight & Tony, and this is turning into a fun feud. LA Knights opponent was an interesting choice, I was half expecting Tony to mention it was a member of the family, a rookie, that he wanted to use to test LA Knight and expose his weaknesses or something. Excited to see how the meeting between LA Inc and the Family goes down.

- Nice exchange between Nigel McGuiness & Don Reyes. It felt like two visions, one of ROH’s Honor clashing Lucha Underground’s violence on an NXT stage Haha! Good stuff and will be interesting to see how Don’s power-play continues.

- Main Event time and we have a real clash of styles. The mental visual of seeing the ‘Colossal’ Bronson Reed hoisting both the NXT & North American Championship is cool and the match was pretty fun.

Samoa Joe entering and just wrecking both men was great. Bronson Reed vs Samoa Joe - SIGN ME UP! That would be absolutely great.

 

[Looking Glass]

NXT EVOLVE [EPISODE #09] ‣ THURSDAY 2 SEPTEMBER, 2021
CAPITOL PERFORMANCE CENTER ‣ ORLANDO, FLORIDA
"TESTED"

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Cold Open.

Clips roll from recent weeks on NXT Evolve.

Leon Ruff argues with Carmelo Hayes backstage, accusing him of pushing him aside in favour of upstarts, Edris Enofé and Malik Blade. This, despite the fact the trio had previously come to the former NXT North American Champion's aid when he was attacked by Pacific Order (Kona Reeves, Solo Sikoa, and Xyon Quinn).

The footage jumps ahead.

Ari Sterling and Trey Baxter defeat Big Talk, celebrating together as Cora Jade joins them at ringside.

Backstage, Grayson Waller berates Duke Hudson for the loss, furious that Baxter scored the pinfall, and refusing to admit that Sterling had any bragging rights over him.

Elsewhere, Gigi Dolin confronts Cora Jade once again about losing focus on their tag team goals.

"The Brazilian Tiger" Arturo Ruas finishes a grappling drill before stating that the Diamond Mine opens again next/this week.

The final shot returns to the arena.

Carmelo Hayes stands alongside Malik Blade and Edris Enofé and Pacific Order state down from the stage.

The tension lingers.

The cameras cut to the Capitol Wrestling Center as Malik Blade and Edris Enofé make their entrance, Carmelo Hayes alongside them.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Welcome to NXT Evolve! Kevin Patrick, alongside Wade Barrett, as we kick things off with tag team action."

WADE BARRETT
"And what a way to start the show. Malik Blade and Edris Enofé have found themselves placed directly in the path of Pacific Order. That man beside them, Carmelo Hayes, believes that they are the partners he needs to stand with him."

KEVIN PATRICK
"And judging by the tension we've seen over the past few weeks, Hayes may need all the help he can get."

WADE BARRETT
"...Unless it's Leon Ruff offering it, it would seem."

Blade and Enofé step into the ring as Hayes takes a position at ringside.

Dennis Arnell begins the introductions.

DENNIS ARNELL
"The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, and it has a 10-minute time limit."

Arnell gestures to the near corner.

DENNIS ARNELL (cont.)
"Introducing first, already in the ring, at a combined weight of 425 pounds...Ricky Gibson and Eddie Pearl...THE MIDNIGHT HEAT."

A few light boos ripple through the crowd as the West Coast indie team (and current DEFY Wrestling Tag Team Champions) gesture and soak up their five seconds of fame.

Arnell turns to the opposite corner.

DENNIS ARNELL
"And their opponents, accompanied by Carmelo Hayes..."

Arnell's voice lifts, as does the reaction from the WWE Universe.

DENNIS ARNELL (cont.)
"...Weighing in at 385 pounds, the team of EDRIS ENOFÉ and MALIK BLADE!"

Blade raises his arm as Enofé looks over and nods toward 'Melo at ringside.

Referee, Darryl Sharma, checks on both teams before calling for the bell.

Malik Blade and Ricky Gibson start the match.

They circle cautiously before locking up. Gibson backs Blade into the ropes, forcing Sharma to step in between them.

Blade answers with a quick waistlock takeover, keeping Gibson grounded before the latter scrambles back to his feet and back away to tag in Eddie Pearl.

KEVIN PATRICK
"The Midnight Heat have made a name for themselves on the independent scene, Wade. This could be a huge opportunity for them tonight."

WADE BARRETT
"Absolutely. Imagine what a win over Blade and Enofé could do for their reputation."

Pearl steps in confidently, shoving Blade before the two lock up. Pearl quickly takes control with a side headlock before dropping Blade with a shoulder tackle.

Blade rolls through and springs back up, catching Pearl with a quick arm drag that brings the crowd to life.

Blade makes the tag to Enofé.

Enofé enters with a burst of energy, hammering Pearl with a pair of forearms before whipping him into the ropes. Pearl reverses and Gibson grabs Enofé's ankle for the apron, allowing Pearl to land a running knee as Hayes calls out to the referee.

Sharma warns Gibson as The Midnight Heat take advantage.

Pearl drags Enofé into the corner and tags Gibson back int othe match.

KEVIN PATRICK
"The Midnight Heat isolating Edris Enofé now"

WADE BARRETT
"And that's exactly how experienced teams operate. You want to talk about the opportunity a win would mean for Gibson and Pearl, but consequently a loss for Blade and Enofé could prove disastrous for Carmelo Hayes."

Gibson traps Enofé in a grounded abdominal stretch, slowing the pace and keeping him away from Blade.

At ringside, Hayes leans forward encouraging Enofé to fight back.

Spurred on, Enofé powers free with a hip toss, only for Pearl to rush in and cut him off before he can tag out.

The Midnight Heat attempt a double-team suplex....

Enofé drops down behind them and hits a neckbreaker on both men as both the crowd and Hayes cheer him on.

Enofé lunges into his corner and makes the tag to Malik Blade, who explodes into action with a flying forearm on Ricky Gibson, before dropkicking Eddie Pearl to the outside.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Blade now with a burst of energy."

Blade hits another running dropkick that sends Gibson staggering into the ropes following up with a step-up kick to the side of the head.

Blade makes the cover...

ONE

...

TWO

...

Pearl charges back into the ring to break the count. Enofé meets him in the ring before deliver a thunderous tackle, that sends both men brawling to the outside.

Blade turns his attention back to Gibson.

Blade lifts his opponent, but Gibson slips behind and shoves Blade face first into the top turnbuckle.

Pearl reappears on the apron, tagging himself back in.

The Midnight Heat look poised to deliver more tag team offence with Gibson climbing the ropes...

But Enofé grabs Gibson from the apron and yanks him down. The two exchange forearms on the apron before Gibson lunges! But Enofé hits an impressive belly-to-belly right onto the hardest part of the ring!

KEVIN PATRICK
"The Midnight Heat may have just taken a gamble that didn't pay off."

Pearl tries a springboard attack...

BLADE CATCHES HIM WITH A PAYDIRT!

Instead of going for the spin, Blade calls Enofé back into their corner and drags Pearl over, before making a tag.

Enofé tags in and hoists Pearl high before planting him with a powerful spinebuster in the centre of the ring.

WADE BARRETT
"The end is in sight if Blade and Enofé can just capitalise..."

Enofé tags Blade back in. Blade is already positioned on the top rope as he launches off...

FROG SPLASH!

He lands flush across Pearl's chest.

Hooking the leg, the referee makes the count.

ONE

...

TWO

...

THREE!

The bell rings.

Winners: Edris Enofé & Malik Blade, via pinfall (5:35)

Blade and Enofé rise to their feet as the crowd applauds their victory.

At ringside, Carmelo Hayes claps approvingly before stepping into the ring.

KEVIN PATRICK
"A big moment for these two young men."

WADE BARRETT
"And Carmelo Hayes has to like what he's seeing - these two have just proved that they can handle themselves."

Melo raises both men's arms as Dennis Arnell raises the microphone and announces the result. Hayes turns and gestures for the microphone as Blade and Enofé catch their breath.

CARMELO HAYES
"I told you both I saw something in you."

Hayes gestures to the crowd.

CARMELO HAYES (cont.)
"Potential."

He gestures to them both.

CARMELO HAYES
"And tonight, you have just proven exactly why I picked you two."

Blade and Enofé exchange a look, both clearly appreciative of the support.

Hayes turns his attention toward the entrance.

CARMELO HAYES
"Because if Pacific Order wants to keep sticking their noses in my business..."

He smirks.

CARMELO HAYES (cont.)
"...Now they've got three problems to deal with."

Almost immediately...

♫ Finest ♪

Kona Reeves steps onto the stage followed by Solo Sikoa and Xyon Quinn.

Reeves slowly applauds as the trio begin walking down the ramp.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Well it didn't take long."

WADE BARRETT
"Kona Reeves always seems to know exactly when to appear."

Reeves stops at the foot of the ramp and raises the microphone.

KONA REEVES
"Well done, gentlemen."

"The Finest" looks at Blade and Enofé.

KONA REEVES (cont.)
"A big win."

Before tilting his head slightly.

KONA REEVES
"But let's not pretend this makes you ready for Pacific Order."

The crowd boo as Reeves turns his attention and gestures toward Hayes.

KONA REEVES
"Just look at your mentor over here...this is what happens when people start believing their own hype."

Hayes leans towards the ropes.

CARMELO HAYES
"You got something to say, Reeves?"

Reeves smirks.

KONA REEVES
"Oh I do."

He looks to Sikoa and Quinn with a knowing smirk before facing the trio again.

KONA REEVES (cont.)
"Carmelo, let's be honest. Just because you're teaching these two your trademark ego, it doesn't mean they're good enough to compare to Pacific Order."

The crowd boos.

KONA REEVES
"This man, Solo Sikoa..."

He gestures to Sikoa beside him and pats him on the shoulder.

KONA REEVES
"A street fighter. A generational powerhouse. His legacy is richer than you could ever dream of being."

Reeves then looks to Quinn.

KONA REEVES (cont.)
"Xyon Quinn."

Quinn steps forward slightly.

KONA REEVES
"Tall. Dangerous. And quite frankly....the most devastating striker you're going to find in NXT."

He places his hand on his chest.

KONA REEVES (cont.)
"And me?" he smiles. "The charismatic killer with the killer smile. The Finest NXT has ever seen, and will ever see."

Hayes, Enofé, and Blade try to contain their amusement as they exchange glances. Hayes raises his microphone.

CARMELO HAYES
I'll give you this, Kona."

He chuckles to himself as he tries to process the last thirty seconds and tries to compose himself.

CARMELO HAYES (cont.)
"You guys really pride yourselves on your roots, and I can respect that."

The crowd murmurs.

CARMELO HAYES
"But while your boy Roman Reigns is up on SmackDown giving people the Bloodline..."

He points to Sikoa and Quinn.

CARMELO HAYES (cont.)
"You're down here running around with what looks like the Blood drive."

The crowd laugh as Reeves smile fades. Solo Sikoa looks ready for the attack but Reeves holds his hand out gently to keep him in line.

CARMELO HAYES
"You're really gonna stand there and tell me that you three are that special when you get by on attacking a man three-on-one? I don't know, that doesn't sound that special to me. But let me tell you what I do know...."

CARMELO HAYES (cont.)
"I can see there's three of you there..." he counts to three on one hand, before looking at Enofé and Blade again. "And there's three of us right here. So how about the three of you, show the three of us just how special you are next week in a trios match?"

Reeves looks around as the crowd try to pressure him into accepting. Sikoa and Quinn don't need to be referred to as Reeves looks back to the ring with a knowing grin.

KONA REEVES
"You're on."

The trio head back up the ramp as Hayes' music plays the segment to a close. The three men in the ring hype up the crowd as commentary reflect.

KEVIN PATRICK
"It's official! Next week, trios tag action as Carmelo Hayes looks to get some retribution on Pacific Order."

WADE BARRETT
"Either that or he's walked straight into their trap."

Hayes stands in the ring with Blade and Enofé as Pacific Order stare them down from the stage.

The tension lingers as Kevin Patrick pauses, seemingly receiving word in his ear.

KEVIN PATRICK
"We’ve received some breaking news following the shocking conclusion to NXT earlier this week."

WADE BARRETT
"And it was shocking, Kevin."

KEVIN PATRICK
"What began as a championship main event between NXT Champion Bronson Reed and Kushida came to an abrupt end when Samoa Joe stormed the ring."

Footage appears on the screen showing highlights from the closing moments of NXT, where Joe interrupts the match between Reed and Kushida and launches a brutal attack on both men.

The replay shows Joe choking Reed out as officials rush to separate them.

The footage fades.

WADE BARRETT
"And you could see the message Joe was sending. Joe is not sitting back and waiting for his next golden opportunity - he is taking it any way he can."

KEVIN PATRICK
"And we’ve now learned that Bronson Reed will address the situation at the very start of next week’s episode of NXT."

WADE BARRETT
"If Reed’s anything like we think he is, he’s going to have a lot to say."

KEVIN PATRICK
"So we can confirm - Bronson Reed will open NXT next week."

Patrick nods toward the ring as the camera cuts back to the arena.

KEVIN PATRICK
"But tonight here on Evolve, the action continues."

He pauses before running down what’s still ahead.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Still to come tonight, Arturo Ruas returns to the Diamond Mine - and this week Shane Thorne has come all the way from Friday Night SmackDown to beat Ruas at his own game."

WADE BARRETT
"Thorne is no stranger to a fight. If anyone can give Ruas a real challenge inside that structure, it might just be him."

KEVIN PATRICK
"In women’s action tonight, La Diva Del Ring Katrina Cortez goes one-on-one with Skyler Storey."

Patrick glances toward the entrance.

KEVIN PATRICK
"But coming up next, Damon Kemp and Asher Hale will do battle."

WADE BARRETT
"And if Hale wants to keep building momentum here on Evolve, he’s going to have to get through one very tough test."

Patrick nods.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Asher Hale versus Damon Kemp - that match is next."

The broadcast cuts backstage to the women’s locker room.

Elektra Lopez stands near the lockers with Yulisa León and Valentina Feroz. The three women are mid-conversation.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"Mira…"

She gestures toward the two beside her.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"La Visión doesn’t come here to blend in or follow trends."

Lopez smirks slightly.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"Nosotras marcamos el ritmo."

Yulisa nods, adjusting her wrist tape.

YULISA LEÓN
"People talk about opportunity."

She shrugs.

YULISA LEÓN
"We create it."

Valentina leans against the lockers, relaxed but confident.

VALENTINA FEROZ
"Disciplina. Trabajo duro."

She smiles.

VALENTINA FEROZ
"That’s what people forget."

Footsteps approach.

A2Z - Amari Miller and Zayda Ramier - step into the locker room area.

Ramier glances at the trio.

ZAYDA RAMIER
"You three really have it all, huh?"

Miller folds her arms.

AMARI MILLER
"Every week it’s the same speech."

She gestures toward them.

AMARI MILLER
"You sound just like every other women’s tag team around here."

Ramier nods.

ZAYDA RAMIER
"The Brand. Indi and Persia…"

She shrugs.

ZAYDA RAMIER
"It's the same lines over and over again."

Lopez laughs softly.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"No."

She steps forward slightly.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"No nos compares."

Her tone sharpens.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"We are not the same."

She gestures toward her partners.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"Yulisa is the first Mexican-born woman to sign with WWE. An Olympic-level powerlifter."

Lopez nods toward her before gesturing to Valentina.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"And Valentina has been training in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu since she was seven years old. She is a history-maker! The first woman to win bronze at the Judo World Championships."

"Okay Google!" mutters Miller under her breath as Lopez steps closer to A2Z.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"I haven’t formed a clique."

She smirks.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"I’ve curated a group of the fiercest, the smartest, the strongest, the sexiest and the most accomplished Latinas in this industry."

Her expression turns dismissive.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"And you two?"

She shakes her head slightly.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"You’re still trying to catch up."

Ramier scoffs.

ZAYDA RAMIER
"Catch up?"

She shakes her head.

ZAYDA RAMIER
"We’re not wannabe influencers."

She gestures between herself and Miller.

ZAYDA RAMIER
"We’re not trying to be America’s Next Top Model or win The Apprentice."

Ramier points to the floor.

ZAYDA RAMIER
"We’re wrestlers. People like us because we don't spend out time trying to flex. Little girls watch us and actually see themselves in us."

Miller nods.

AMARI MILLER
"And when we step in the ring…"

She shrugs.

AMARI MILLER
"We get it done."

Lopez stares at them for a moment before laughing under her breath.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"You think we’re worried about facing you?"

She shakes her head.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"Por favor."

Her voice hardens.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"We’ve done you a kindness by ignoring you for this long."

She tilts her head slightly.

ELEKTRA LOPEZ
"Now you’re going to wish you stayed off our radar."

Lopez gestures for Feroz and León to follow her.

La Visión walk past the two women, brushing shoulders as they leave the locker room.

Miller and Ramier exchange a look.

Cut back to the arena.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Strong words from La Visión backstage."

WADE BARRETT
"They clearly believe they’re operating at a different level from the rest of NXT’s women’s division."

KEVIN PATRICK
"And judging by that exchange, A2Z might be looking to prove them wrong sooner rather than later."

Barrett nods in agreement.

KEVIN PATRICK
“And speaking of competitors who believe they’re operating at a different level… our next match features a man who calls himself the Patron Saint of Wrestling.”

Barrett smirks.

WADE BARRETT
“Asher Hale has made no secret of how highly he rates his own ability, but he's yet to break out from the pack in this new era of NXT”

KEVIN PATRICK
“Similarly, his opponent tonight, Damon Kemp, is looking to make his mark here in Evolve following an impressive showing in the Diamond Mine a few weeks ago.”

WADE BARRETT
“Prepare yourself. I think this could one could get technical!”

The screen fades to black.

The broadcast cuts to a short feature vignette.

Inside a quiet film room at the WWE Performance Center, multiple monitors glow in the dim light.

Match footage plays.

Pauses.

Rewinds.

At a desk sits Asher Hale, notebook open beside him.

On one screen we see Josh Briggs throwing a heavy lariat in a previous match.

Hale pauses the footage.

He scribbles something down.

ASHER HALE (V.O.)
“Everyone talks about wrestling.”

The footage rewinds again.

Briggs overpowering an opponent.

ASHER HALE (V.O.)
“They talk about heart.”

Another pause.

ASHER HALE (V.O.)
“They talk about toughness.”

Hale leans back in the chair.

ASHER HALE (V.O.)
“But wrestling isn’t about brute force.”

He taps the screen.

ASHER HALE (V.O.)
“It’s about understanding.”

Cut to Hale flipping through a notebook filled with match notes and diagrams.

ASHER HALE (V.O.)
“Every hold has a purpose.”

Another monitor shows Hale executing a clean technical exchange.

ASHER HALE (V.O.)
“Every transition has a reason.”

Hale stands and turns toward the camera.

ASHER HALE
“That’s what separates good wrestlers…”

He closes the notebook.

ASHER HALE
“…from five star wrestlers.”

Hale folds his arms.

ASHER HALE
“Josh Briggs can throw fists.”

He gestures toward the paused footage.

ASHER HALE
“But power without precision…”

Beat.

ASHER HALE
“…is just chaos.”

Hale looks directly into the camera.

ASHER HALE
“And tonight?”

A faint smirk.

ASHER HALE
“I remind everyone what real wrestling looks like.”

The vignette fades to black. Almost immediately, we cut to another location in the Performance Center.

Inside the wrestling room, Damon Kemp drills takedowns with a training partner on the mat.

The pace is intense as Kemp repeatedly drives through a double-leg takedown before resetting.

DAMON KEMP
“In amateur wrestling, nobody cares what you say about yourself.”

He resets his stance.

DAMON KEMP
“You either win or you don’t.”

Kemp executes another clean takedown.

DAMON KEMP
“And if you lose, the only thing you can do is figure out what went wrong and fix it.”

Footage briefly shows Kemp’s earlier match with Josh Briggs.

Kemp looks toward the camera.

DAMON KEMP
“When I lost my debut against Josh Briggs.”

He shrugs matter-of-factly.

DAMON KEMP
“I went straight back to training.”

Kemp adjusts his wrist tape.

DAMON KEMP
“I’ve heard Asher Hale talk about how smart he is in that ring.”

A faint smile.

DAMON KEMP
“That’s great. But eventually you have to prove it against someone who’s not impressed by the speech.”

He stands up from the mat.

DAMON KEMP
“Tonight he gets that chance.”

The vignette fades out.

The broadcast returns to ringside.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Two very different mindsets heading into this one.”

WADE BARRETT
“Hale believes preparation and technique make him superior, while Kemp comes from a background where results are all that matter.”

Patrick gestures toward the commentary desk.

KEVIN PATRICK
“And joining us here to watch this match unfold is Josh Briggs.”

Briggs settles into the headset.

JOSH BRIGGS
“Well, I just came out here to watch the match, but seeing as Asher seems to be such a big fan of mine, I guess I'm here to lend my support.”

Barrett smirks, noting Briggs' sarcasm.

WADE BARRETT
“I have a feeling Asher Hale may have something to say about that.”

Dennis Arnell stands in the ring.

DENNIS ARNELL
"The following content is scheduled for one fall...with a ten minute time limit"

A sharp guitar rift hits the speakers.

Asher Hale steps onto the stage wearing a long coat and taped wrists.

DENNIS ARNELL
"Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee...weighing 200 pounds, ASHER HALE!"

Hale pauses at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena with a faintly unimpressed expression.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Asher Hale calls himself the Patron Saint of Wrestling..."

WADE BARRETT
"He also calls himself the Five Star King, which might raise a few eyebrows considering he hasn't picked up a victory here in NXT yet."

JOSH BRIGGS
"You said it."

Hale walks deliberately to the ring, pointing out fans as if he's critiquing them.

Inside the ring, he removes his coat slowly, stretching with deliberate precision. His eyes drift to the commentary desk.

He spots Josh Briggs and immediately scoffs, shaking his head.

JOSH BRIGGS
"He doesn't seem happy to see me."

♫ Head Stomper ♪

DENNIS ARNELL
"And his opponent, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing 220 pounds...DAMON KEMP!"

Damon Kemp walks out with intensity, rolling his shoulders as he heads down to the ramp.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Damon Kemp brings an amateur wrestling pedigree and relentless training mentality."

WADE BARRETT
"And he's the sort of competitor who won't be intimidated by Hale's reputation for technical wrestling."

KEVIN PATRICK
“Briggs, you had quite the collision yourself with Damon Kemp a few weeks ago in his debut...”

JOSH BRIGGS
"Yeah, and Kemp's tough. I'll give him thatt, but I'm just trying to work out if this match is just a coincidence or if Asher's trying to one-up me."

WADE BARRETT
"Well they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."

JOSH BRIGGS
"Well then, I guess I should be flattered."

Kemp slides into the ring and stares directly at Hale, as he gets a few cheers of support from the crowd.

Referee Aja Smith steps between the two men and calls for the bell to get this match underway.

DING DING

Damon Kemp and Asher Hale circle cautiously at the centre of the ring, Hale immediately keeping his distance as Kemp lowers his stance in a wrestler’s crouch. Kemp reaches for the collar and elbow but Hale slips away, smirking slightly before darting back in. They lock up briefly before Kemp quickly shifts his grip and DRIVES HALE DOWN WITH A SHARP ARM DRAG, holding onto the wrist as Hale scrambles back to his feet.

Hale rolls through and tries to escape but Kemp yanks him back toward the mat again, transitioning smoothly into a grounded wrist control.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Kemp looking to impose that amateur wrestling background early.”

WADE BARRETT
“That’s the foundation of Damon Kemp’s game - control and pressure.”

Hale twists his body and flips forward to relieve the pressure, springing back up and firing a quick EUROPEAN UPPERCUT that catches Kemp under the jaw. Kemp stumbles a step and Hale quickly capitalises, snapping Kemp over with a HEADLOCK TAKEOVER before grinding his forearm across the side of Kemp’s face.

Kemp powers up and shoves Hale into the ropes, but Hale rebounds and slips behind him with a quick waistlock. Kemp blocks the lift attempt and fires a stiff back elbow that forces Hale to break the hold. Hale backs up, but Kemp suddenly charges forward and LAUNCHES HALE WITH A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX, sending him skidding across the canvas.

Hale rolls quickly to the ropes to recover, shaking out his arm as Kemp stalks forward.

Kemp grabs Hale and attempts to drag him back toward the centre of the ring, but Hale slips out of the grip and suddenly yanks Kemp down into a DRAPING NECKBREAKER ACROSS THE MIDDLE ROPE.

Kemp collapses awkwardly to the mat clutching his neck.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Oh that looked painful!”

WADE BARRETT
“Asher Hale just torqued the neck of Damon Kemp!”

JOSH BRIGGS
“That wasn’t an accident. Hale knew exactly what he was doing there. I know he wants to win, but that was cold - you mess with a man’s neck like that and you could end his career.”

Hale drags Kemp back toward the centre of the ring and immediately clamps on a REVERSE CHINLOCK, wrenching backward on Kemp’s neck and jaw.

Kemp grits his teeth, trying to power up to his feet as Hale leans his weight down to keep him grounded. The crowd begins to rally for Kemp as he pushes up to one knee.

Kemp manages to get vertical and fires two stiff body shots to Hale’s ribs before twisting out of the hold and launching Hale with a GERMAN SUPLEX that sends Hale crashing down hard.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Kemp showing incredible resilience here!”

WADE BARRETT
“The damage to the neck hasn’t slowed him down yet!”

JOSH BRIGGS
“That’s the thing about Kemp, you can hurt him, but he’s not gonna stay down. You better finish the job.”

Kemp rolls through and pulls Hale up again, driving him into the corner before unloading with a series of SHORT FOREARM STRIKES to the jaw. Hale stumbles forward and Kemp hoists him up onto his shoulders before planting him with a POWERSLAM in the centre of the ring.

Kemp tries to follow up immediately but clutches his neck again as the damage begins to take its toll.

Hale seizes the moment, rolling toward the ropes and dragging himself back to his feet. Kemp charges forward but Hale drops low and SNAPS KEMP’S THROAT ACROSS THE TOP ROPE, sending Kemp tumbling backward.

Hale takes a moment to catch his breath and glances toward the commentary desk, briefly locking eyes with Josh Briggs.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Asher Hale taking a moment to look toward our desk here…”

WADE BARRETT
“I think he might be looking for the approval of the man sitting next to us.”

JOSH BRIGGS
“He can keep looking all he wants. I’m not here to give him a gold star.”

Hale’s smirk fades as he turns back toward Kemp, who is slowly pushing himself up near the ropes.

Hale charges and DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO THE BACK OF KEMP’S NECK, dropping him back down before immediately hooking Kemp’s head and neck into a tight REVERSE CHINLOCK, wrenching backward with vicious torque.

Kemp desperately claws toward the ropes but Hale drags him back toward the centre of the ring, increasing the pressure on the hold.

WADE BARRETT
“Hale cranking viciously on that neck!”

KEVIN PATRICK
“Kemp has already taken so much damage in that area!”

JOSH BRIGGS
“If that neck gives out, he’s done.”

Kemp fights desperately, trying to pry Hale’s hands apart, but the strain becomes too much.

After a final moment of resistance, KEMP TAPS OUT.

DING DING DING

DENNIS ARNELL
“Here is your winner, as the result of a submission… ASHER HALE!”

Winner: Asher Hale, via submission (08:41)

KEVIN PATRICK
“Asher Hale finally gets his first victory here on Evolve!”

WADE BARRETT
“And he did it by systematically targeting the neck of Damon Kemp from the very beginning.”

Hale stands tall in the ring, breathing heavily as medical staff immediately tend to Kemp.

At commentary, Josh Briggs slowly removes his headset.

Hale notices immediately. He grins and gestures toward him.

Briggs steps onto the apron. The crowd begins to buzz. Hale waits, expecting a confrontation. Instead, Briggs simply nods.

JOSH BRIGGS
“You won.”

Beat.

JOSH BRIGGS
“Good for you.”

Briggs steps back down and begins walking toward the stage.

Hale’s smirk disappears instantly.

WADE BARRETT
“Oh, that is going to irritate him.”

KEVIN PATRICK
“Asher Hale wanted recognition from Josh Briggs tonight… and he certainly didn’t get it.”

Hale paces angrily inside the ring as Briggs walks away.

WADE BARRETT
“That’s because Briggs isn’t interested in playing Hale’s game. Hale wants attention, Briggs is refusing to give it to him.”

Patrick nods.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Still to come tonight we’ll see Arturo Ruas return to the Diamond Mine as he faces Shane Thorne from Friday Night SmackDown. Earlier today, McKenzie Mitchell caught up with Thorne backstage.”

The camera returns backstage where the atmosphere is calmer away from the arena floor. Production cases are stacked against the wall and members of the Evolve crew move quietly through the corridor as preparations continue for the next match.

Standing beside a monitor bank is McKenzie Mitchell, microphone in hand. At her side is Shane Thorne, already dressed to compete with his shoulders loose as he warms up. Thorne’s expression carries a focused intensity, the look of a man who understands the opportunity in front of him.

Mitchell begins the interview as the camera settles.

MCKENZIE MITCHELL
“Shane, tonight you step into the Diamond Mine against Arturo Ruas. It’s a unique environment that Ruas has quickly made his own here on Evolve. What does this opportunity mean for you?”

Thorne nods slowly as he considers the question, taking a moment before answering.

SHANE THORNE
“I’ve been with this company for five years now. Five years of showing up, working, grinding, doing whatever it takes to prove that I belong here.”

He shifts his weight slightly as he continues.

SHANE THORNE
“I’ve done this as a singles competitor. I’ve done it as part of one of the best tag teams in the world. I’ve been cheered by crowds, I’ve had moments where things were going my way… and yeah, I’ve also fallen in with the wrong crowds a couple of times.”

There’s a hint of self-awareness in the remark, but Thorne’s focus returns quickly.

SHANE THORNE
“But through all of that, I’m still here. Still waiting for the moment that proves what I’ve known the whole time - that I have what it takes to stand out in this company. That I am still MIGHTY...”

Thorne glances briefly toward the arena entrance down the corridor before looking back to the camera.

SHANE THORNE
“And tonight might just be that moment.”

He takes a breath and rolls his shoulders.

SHANE THORNE
“Arturo Ruas has made the Diamond Mine his territory. He steps into that cage like it’s his natural habitat. Discipline, elite training, the whole thing built around this idea that once that door closes you’re trapped in there with him.”

Thorne nods, acknowledging the danger.

SHANE THORNE
“And I respect that. I respect what Ruas has built in there.”

His tone shifts slightly.

SHANE THORNE
“But where I’m from, the animals don’t live in cages.”

The metaphor lands clearly now.

SHANE THORNE
“Back home in Australia the dangerous things don’t sit behind steel bars waiting for someone to come to them. They’re out in the open. They hide in plain sight.”

Thorne leans slightly toward the camera.

SHANE THORNE
“And if you survive where I’m from, you learn how to deal with things that are a lot more unpredictable than a cage fight.”

He straightens again.

SHANE THORNE
“So tonight Arturo Ruas might think he’s bringing me into his world inside the Diamond Mine.”

A small smirk appears.

SHANE THORNE
“But he’s about to find out what happens when something wild walks into that cage with him.”

Thorne nods once to Mitchell before stepping out of frame and heading toward the arena.

The camera lingers for a moment before the broadcast transitions to another corridor deeper in the building.

Arturo Ruas now enters the frame, walking down the hallway toward the arena with the calm, deliberate stride that has quickly become familiar on Evolve. Unlike Thorne’s intensity, Ruas carries himself with controlled focus - the demeanour of a fighter who is completely comfortable in the environment awaiting him.

As he turns a corner he nearly walks into Roderick Strong.

Strong looks up and gives him a respectful nod.

RODERICK STRONG
“Good luck tonight.”

Ruas returns the nod.

ARTURO RUAS
“You too.”

Ruas gestures slightly toward Strong.

ARTURO RUAS
“Next week on NXT. Big match.”

Strong nods.

RODERICK STRONG
“Yeah. Bálor, Kyle and me against The Way.”

He shrugs lightly.

RODERICK STRONG
“That’s what I need right now.”

Ruas studies him carefully, almost evaluating him.

ARTURO RUAS
“Is it?”

Strong tilts his head slightly.

RODERICK STRONG
“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ruas answers calmly.

ARTURO RUAS
“Finn Bálor found his path back to NXT.”

He raises a finger as he speaks.

ARTURO RUAS
“Kyle O’Reilly found his path when he took down Adam Cole, and became the King of Diamonds at TakeOver.”

Then he lowers his hand.

ARTURO RUAS
“And now it is time for you to find yours.”

Strong exhales slightly.

RODERICK STRONG
“Find my path? I'm a former North American and Tag Team Champion. What more do you want from me?”

Ruas pauses before responding.

ARTURO RUAS
“I see potential in you.”

Strong scoffs quietly.

RODERICK STRONG
“Potential? I’ve been doing this a long time.”

Ruas nods.

ARTURO RUAS
“I know.”

Then he steps slightly closer.

ARTURO RUAS
“And that is exactly why you should know when it is time to evolve. The Undisputed Era is over! You don't need to be grateful for O'Reilly's scraps anymore.”

Roddy looks quick to anger but Ruas places his hand out to halt him and bring the tension down.

ARTURO RUAS
“You’re standing still while everyone else evolves.”

Strong’s expression hardens.

RODERICK STRONG
“Listen Arturo, I know I was hot with you last week, so I'm just going to say it how I see… Diamond Mine might’ve changed your career, but I’m pretty happy with mine. Things haven’t gone my way lately… but I’ll turn it around. I always do."

Ruas smiles faintly.

ARTURO RUAS
“I hope you do...but if you don't...”

Strong smiles, admiring Ruas' persistence.

RODERICK STRONG
“I will. Trust me."

The two men exchange a final look before passing each other and continuing down the corridor in opposite directions.

The camera remains for a moment before the broadcast prepares to return to the arena floor, where the Diamond Mine contest is approaching.

The camera returns to ringside where Kevin Patrick and Wade Barrett are seated at the commentary desk. The energy in the building settles slightly after the tension of the previous backstage segments.

KEVIN PATRICK
“An interesting moment between Roderick Strong Arturo Ruas there."

WADE BARRETT
“Ruas clearly sees something that Roddy might not be seeing in himself right now. I'd say it's better to stand alongside a man like Arturo Ruas then on the opposite side of the ring from him. Particularly if that ring is in the Diamond Mine!"

KEVIN PATRICK
“Well Shane Thorne believes he’s bringing something wild into the Diamond Mine tonight.”

WADE BARRETT
“And if The Brazilian Tiger has anything to say about it, that cage will tame it very quickly.”

Patrick concludes.

KEVIN PATRICK
"That's still to come in our main event tonight, but right now we turn our attention to the women's division here on Evolve. Coming up next we will see Katrina Cortex go one-on-one with Skyler Storey."

Barrett leans forward slightly.

WADE BARRETT
“And both of these women are looking to establish themselves here. Evolve has been a proving ground for new competitors, and opportunities like this can make a huge difference.”

Patrick nods.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Earlier today we had the chance to spend some time with both competitors as they prepare for tonight’s match.”

The screen fades as the broadcast transitions to footage filmed earlier in the day

The scene opens outdoors in the late afternoon sun. Colourful murals line the walls of a neighbourhood street, their vibrant artwork reflecting the style and heritage of lucha libre culture.

Katrina Cortez walks down the street in training gear, the energy of the surroundings matching her bright personality.

The footage cuts to Cortez warming up in a small local gym, springing off the ropes and practising quick aerial movements before landing lightly on her feet.

She turns toward the camera with a smile.

KATRINA CORTEZ
“When people hear the word ‘luchadora,’ they think about excitement. They think about speed and colour and the way a match can change in a heartbeat.”

She gestures around her.

KATRINA CORTEZ
“But lucha libre is about more than just the moves. It’s about pride in where you come from.”

The footage shows Cortez performing a fast headscissors takedown during training.

KATRINA CORTEZ
“It’s about representing your culture and the people who inspired you to step into the ring.”

She nods slightly.

KATRINA CORTEZ
“That’s what I carry with me every time I compete.”

Cortez stretches against the ropes before continuing.

KATRINA CORTEZ
“I know I’m still proving myself here on Evolve. Every match is another opportunity to show what I can do.”

Her smile turns confident.

KATRINA CORTEZ
“And tonight Skyler Storey gets to see exactly what La Diva Del Ring is capable of.”

The footage fades.

The screen fades in to a dim rehearsal studio. A single spotlight cuts across the floor while the rest of the room sits in shadow.

Skyler Storey stands alone inside the light, stretching her arms slowly as music plays faintly through an old speaker in the corner.

Around her, the room feels more like a dance studio than a wrestling gym.

The camera circles as Storey practices fluid movements - spins, sudden stops, bursts of motion - almost like choreography.

She stops and looks toward the camera.

SKYLER STOREY
“Everybody in wrestling talks about winning.”

She rolls her shoulders, loosening up.

SKYLER STOREY
“They talk about championships. Records. Rankings.”

Storey steps out of the spotlight for a moment, letting the shadows swallow her.

SKYLER STOREY
“But when the match is over…”

She steps back into the light.

SKYLER STOREY
“…what do people actually remember?”

The camera cuts to footage of Storey landing a dramatic strike in a previous match.

The moment freezes.

SKYLER STOREY
“They remember moments.”

She gestures with her hands as if painting something in the air.

SKYLER STOREY
“The gasp when something unexpected happens.”

Another quick flash of Storey delivering a sudden knee strike.

SKYLER STOREY
“The feeling when a match stops being predictable.”

She leans casually against the ropes that have been set up inside the studio.

SKYLER STOREY
“That’s what I care about.”

Storey looks straight into the camera.

SKYLER STOREY
“I want people watching to feel something.”

Her expression sharpens slightly.

SKYLER STOREY
“And tonight?”

She shrugs lightly.

SKYLER STOREY
“Katrina Cortez brings colour. Energy. Tradition.”

Storey smirks.

SKYLER STOREY
“That’s great.”

She steps out of the light again.

SKYLER STOREY
“But I’m going to turn that ring into something a lot more interesting.”

The spotlight flicks off.

The screen fades to black.

The camera cuts toward the ring where Dennis Arnell stands ready with microphone in hand.

DENNIS ARNELL
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten-minute time limit!”

♫ Watch Her Dance ♪

Energetic Latin music bursts through the arena speakers as Katrina Cortez emerges onto the stage.

DENNIS ARNELL
“Introducing first, from Santiago, Chile… weighing in at 125 pounds… KATRINA CORTEZ!”

Cortez immediately brings an infectious energy with her, clapping along with the rhythm as she steps out onto the stage. Her colourful gear and bright mask-inspired design reflect the vibrant tradition she spoke about earlier in her postcard promo.

She moves down the ramp with quick, light steps, slapping hands with fans along the barricade before sliding smoothly under the bottom rope.

Inside the ring she pops up to her feet and runs the ropes once, testing the bounce before hopping up onto the second rope and raising her arms confidently toward the crowd.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Katrina Cortez bringing that unmistakable lucha libre style to Evolve tonight.”

WADE BARRETT
“And that style is all about speed and creativity. If she gets rolling early, Skyler Storey could struggle to slow her down.”

Cortez lands back on the mat and stretches lightly in the corner.

Moments later the lights dim slightly as a sharper, moodier track begins to play.

Skyler Storey walks out onto the stage with a far more composed presence. There’s little theatrics to her entrance - just a focused expression as she surveys the arena before making her way toward the ring.

DENNIS ARNELL
“And her opponent… from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… SKYLER STOREY!”

Storey moves with calm confidence, sliding beneath the ropes before rising slowly to her feet.

Her eyes immediately lock on Cortez across the ring.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Skyler Storey has made it clear she wants to make an impression here on Evolve.”

WADE BARRETT
“And the fastest way to do that is by defeating someone with the momentum and style that Katrina Cortez brings.”

The bell rings.

Both competitors circle cautiously to begin the match, Cortez bouncing lightly on her toes while Storey stands far more grounded.

Cortez is the first to engage, darting forward into a quick collar-and-elbow tie-up before immediately slipping free and cartwheeling backward toward the ropes.

Storey looks unimpressed but slightly cautious.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Cortez wasting no time showing that agility.”

Cortez darts forward again, this time ducking under Storey’s grasp before springing off the ropes and delivering a fast arm drag that sends Storey rolling across the mat.

Storey quickly scrambles back to her feet, clearly irritated.

She charges forward, but Cortez ducks beneath the attempt and snaps off another quick headscissors takedown, sending Storey tumbling toward the ropes.

WADE BARRETT
“That’s the unpredictability we were talking about.”

Storey quickly exits to the apron to regroup, glaring back toward Cortez.

The referee begins to count, but Storey slides back in at four.

This time she slows the pace immediately, catching Cortez with a sudden forearm strike that halts the luchadora’s momentum.

Storey follows with a quick snapmare and drives a knee into Cortez’s upper back before attempting to control the pace of the match.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Storey trying to bring this match back to her tempo.”

But Cortez refuses to stay grounded for long. She pushes to her feet quickly, spinning free from Storey’s grasp before catching her opponent with a sudden low dropkick that knocks Storey backward into the ropes.

The moment Storey rebounds forward, Cortez capitalises.

She grabs Storey’s arm, spins around her, and leaps upward into a sharp tornado DDT, spiking Storey head-first into the canvas.

The crowd reacts immediately.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Tornado DDT from Cortez!”

Storey lies stunned on the mat as Cortez wastes no time climbing the nearest turnbuckle.

She balances briefly at the top rope before launching herself into the air.

ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE!

The impact lands clean across Storey’s chest.

Cortez hooks the leg.

D.A. Brewer slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell rings.

Winner: Katrina Cortez via pinfall (3:18)

Cortez releases the pin and quickly rises to her feet as the referee raises her arm.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Impressive victory for Katrina Cortez!”

WADE BARRETT
“That’s exactly how you build momentum here on Evolve - fast, decisive and exciting.”

Cortez climbs the turnbuckle once again, raising her arms to the crowd as the broadcast prepares to move forward to the next segment.

This Past Tuesday on NXT

A brief replay package flashes across the screen.

Footage from NXT earlier in the week shows Lucha House Party defeating the young team of Dante Chen and Ru Feng.

Gran Metalik and Lince Dorado celebrate as Chen and Feng sit in the ring, visibly frustrated.

The footage fades.

The camera cuts to a hallway inside the Performance Center.

Dante Chen and Ru Feng walk side-by-side, clearly still processing what happened earlier in the week.

Chen runs a hand through his hair as they walk.

DANTE CHEN
“We should have had that match.”

Ru Feng exhales slowly.

RU FENG
“Lucha House Party are veterans, they're Raw Superstars! It was always going to be a tough battle for us...”

Chen stops walking.

DANTE CHEN
“Opportunities like that don't come often, I just don't feel like we got to show our best selves.”

Ru Feng nods reluctantly.

RU FENG
“You're right.”

Chen looks frustrated for a moment, before calming himself down.

DANTE CHEN
“Then next time, we'll do better.”

Before they can continue, the lights in the hallway flicker slightly.

A shadow stretches across the wall.

The camera slowly pans.

Standing at the far end of the corridor are Xia Li and Boa. Both members of Tian Sha stand completely still.

Chen and Feng exchange a quick glance before turning toward them.

"The Noble Man" steps forward.

BOA
“You speak of mistakes.”

His voice is calm, but deliberate.

BOA
“Tian Sha saw your match.”

Chen folds his arms.

Boa gestures slightly.

BOA
“Speed overwhelmed you. Discipline disappeared.”

Xia Li’s eyes remain fixed on the two men.

BOA
“You lost control.”

Ru Feng steps forward slightly.

RU FENG
“Lucha House Party are one of the most experienced teams in this company.”

Boa tilts his head.

BOA
“Excuses.”

The word hangs in the air.

"The Special Girl" finally steps forward.

Her voice is calm but commanding.

XIA LI
“Tian Sha does not make excuses.”

She studies both men carefully. Chen looks unimpressed.

DANTE CHEN
“We're not looking for your approval.”

Boa smiles faintly.

BOA
“Talent without discipline becomes weakness.”

Ru Feng narrows his eyes.

RU FENG
“And you think Tian Sha provides discipline?”

Boa doesn’t answer immediately.

Instead, Xia Li responds.

XIA LI
“Tian Sha does not offer guidance.”

She pauses.

XIA LI
“We reveal truth.”

Her gaze sharpens.

XIA LI
“You are divided.”

Feng and Chen exchange uncertain glances before Chen laughs off the accusation.

DANTE CHEN
“We’re doing just fine.”

Xia Li studies him for a moment.

Then she nods once.

XIA LI
“We will see.”

Boa steps back beside her.

BOA
“When you are ready to become stronger…”

He gestures faintly.

BOA
“Tian Sha will be waiting.”

Xia Li and Boa walk past them down the hallway without another word.

Chen and Feng watch them disappear around the corner.

Neither man speaks for a moment.

Finally Chen exhales.

DANTE CHEN
“That was… strange.”

Ru Feng folds his arms thoughtfully. The broadcast fades back to ringside following the tense backstage encounter.

Kevin Patrick looks slightly unsettled as he turns toward Wade Barrett.

KEVIN PATRICK
“Another ominous moment involving Tian Sha there. Xia Li and Boa confronting Dante Chen and Ru Feng.”

Barrett nods slowly, clearly intrigued.

WADE BARRETT
“And it’s worth remembering, Kevin, Tian Sha have been in a period of transition ever since the loss of "The Mother" Mei Ying.

Patrick gestures thoughtfully.

KEVIN PATRICK
“That’s right. And now it seems they’re beginning to assert themselves again without her. The question is whether that confrontation was simply a warning… or the first step in bringing Chen and Feng under their influence.”

The cameras return from break and cut to the backstage area of the Capitol Wrestling Center. The shot finds Gigi Dolin leaning against a production care near the women's locker room. Beside her, Jacy Jayne is mid-sentence, animated as ever, replaying what she believes was an impressive showing earlier in the week.

JACY JAYNE
"People can say what they want but I know I pushed Raquel to her limits on Tuesday!"

Gigi smirks faintly, arms folded, letting Jacy talk herself into the point.

GIGI DOLIN
"You were in there with the NXT Women's Champion. That alone say something."

Jacy nods, clearly satisfied with that framing.

JACY JAYNE
"Exactly! People online are acting like it was a complete walkover, but I don't see them taking on the champion in their very first match in NXT..."

Before she can finish, Cora Jade walks into frame. She's carrying her skateboard casually under one arm, looking a little tentative but determined as she approaches the two.

CORA JADE
"Hey...Gigi. Can I talk to you for a second?"

Jacy folds her arms, already suspicious.

JACY JAYNE
"Oh great. Is this where you tell us you've got another 'big idea' to keep everyone happy?"

Cora ignores the tone and keeps her focus on Gigi.

CORA JADE
"I actually talked to Mr. McGuinness earlier tonight. I know things have been kinda tense around, and I know I've been wrapped up with Trey...and Ari, and now Grayson and Duke are all up the mix, and...." she looks to Gigi. "The point is, actions speak louder than words."

Jacy scoffs loudly.

JACY JAYNE
"Good. Because, frankly, there's only so many times we can hear you aplogise."

Cora forces a polite smile and gestures towards the locker room.

CORA JADE
"Actually...do you mind giving us a minute?"

Jacy looks at her, incredulous.

JACY JAYNE
"Are you serious?"

Gigi glances between them, amused by the tension.

CORA JADE
"It's just about a match next week....a match for Gigi and I..."

Jacy rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the wall.

JACY JAYNE
"Fine..."

She brushes past Cora and walks down the hallway.

One Jacy is out of earshot, Cora turns back to Gigi.

GIGI DOLIN
"You were saying something about a match?"

CORA JADE
"So...I talked to Nigel. He's made a tag match for next week."

Gig raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

CORA JADE (cont.)
"Us. Tagging together."

There's a brief pause before Gigi's lips curl into a small grin.

GIGI DOLIN
"That's interesting."

CORA JADE
"I know things have been tense lately… but when we're good, we're really good. You know that. I've just been off my game. I've been too wrapped up in the boys and not focused on myself… or you."

GIGI DOLIN
"That's sweet and all, Cora, but it feels like we're going in circles. Maybe you're right, maybe you should focus on your stuff… and maybe I should start focusing on mine."

A small beat.

GIGI DOLIN (cont.)
"Because honestly? I'm tired of being angry all the time."

CORA JADE
"No...no...no! I swear, my head is back in the game. Trey has a match against Grayson next week, him and Ari have that covered. Next week, my focus is on us and whoever we're facing."

Gigi studies her carefully, the grin fading slightly.

GIGI DOLIN
"You said that before, Cora."

Cora sighs, knowing exactly what she means.

GIGI DOLIN (cont.)
"Right before we went out there against A2Z. And then moments later you were knocking my head off and apologising again."

Cora winces slightly at the memory.

CORA JADE
"I know. I know I messed that up. But that was on me - not us."

Gigi shrugs.

GIGI DOLIN
"Maybe. But ever since then it feels like you're everywhere except here."

She gestures vaguely around the locker room area.

GIGI DOLIN (cont.)
"Trey. Ari. Their problems. Their matches. Their drama."

Cora steps a little closer, earnest.

CORA JADE
"Because I care about them. Just like I care about you."

A beat.

CORA JADE (cont.)
"And if we get back on the same page next week… we can remind everyone why we teamed up in the first place."

Gigi tilts her head slightly.

GIGI DOLIN
"And why was that?"

Cora smiles.

CORA JADE
"Because when we're good…"

She taps the skateboard against the floor.

CORA JADE (cont.)
"...we're better than everyone else in this division."

Gigi considers that.

Then a slow smirk returns.

GIGI DOLIN
"Alright."

Cora looks hopeful.

GIGI DOLIN (cont.)
"You've got one more chance to prove that."

Cora nods immediately.

CORA JADE
"Deal."

Gigi pushes herself off the production crate.

GIGI DOLIN
"Then I guess we'd better find out who we're beating next week."

The two exchange a look - not quite trust, but something close - before the camera fades​

---

The camera fades away from Cora Jade and Gigi Dolin as they head in opposite directions down the hallway.

The broadcast transitions back to the commentary desk.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Well it sounds like Cora Jade might have just secured herself another opportunity to make things right with Gigi Dolin next week."

WADE BARRETT
"Opportunity being the key word there, Kevin. Because if Cora’s head isn’t fully in the game this time, I suspect Gigi Dolin may not be nearly as forgiving."

Kevin nods before glancing toward the monitor.

KEVIN PATRICK
"And speaking of competitors preparing for what's ahead…"

The screen transitions into a split-screen training montage.

On the left side, Arturo Ruas is inside a dimly lit training facility. The sound of pads cracking echoes as he repeatedly drives heavy kicks into a strike shield held by a trainer. Sweat pours from his brow as he resets his stance and fires another brutal combination.

On the right side, Shane Thorne is inside the NXT Performance Center ring, working through rapid-fire drills. He launches into the ropes, rebounds into a dropkick, pops back up and immediately runs the ropes again. His pace is relentless.

WADE BARRETT
"Two very different styles preparing for the same goal."

Ruas drills a vicious knee strike into the pads.

Thorne finishes a sequence with a sharp diving elbow before rolling to his feet.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Arturo Ruas… a master of striking discipline."

Ruas shadowboxes with sharp precision.

WADE BARRETT
"And Shane Thorne is as relentless as they come. If you're in that ring with him, you'd better be prepared for a fight."

The split-screen lingers as both men continue their training.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Shane Thorne reminded us he is battle-tested across the globe, but never has he fought somewhere as unforgiving as the Diamond Mine. Stay with us, that match is next."

Then the screen abruptly cuts to black.

Backstage, Ari Sterling and Trey Baxter stand near the interview area. Trey is stretching his shoulders, still buzzing from the momentum of their tag team victory from the previous week as the react to the news of Trey's match next week.

TREY BAXTER
"So next week it’s official. Me and Grayson Waller."

Ari smirks.

ARI STERLING
"Good. Someone’s gotta shut that guy up, and if it's not my turn yet, then I'm glad it's yours."

Before Trey can respond, Grayson Waller and Duke Hudson step into frame.

Waller claps slowly, mocking.

GRAYSON WALLER
"Oh this is perfect. The dynamic duo. The so-called exclamation point and.." he studies Trey. "the lower case 'l'? The l standing for loser, obviously."

Hudson remains slightly behind him, arms folded.

TREY BAXTER
"I didn't seem much of a loser last week when I pinned Duke, and next week, I don't think I'll look like one either when I do the same thing to you."

GRAYSON WALLER
"Whoa! Calm down, small fry. I didn't mean anything by it, just some workplace banter. Between you and I, I'm just glad that I get to face the talented one of your little tag team"

He gestures toward Trey.

GRAYSON WALLER (cont.)
"And not the spare part."

He glances dismissively at Ari, who chuckles dryly.

ARI STERLING
"Funny hearing that from the guy doing all the talking while his partner hasn’t said a word."

He looks at Hudson.

ARI STERLING (cont.)
"Does Duke even speak, or is he just here to nod along?"

"Dashing" Duke Hudson finally steps forward slightly.

DUKE HUDSON
"I say plenty."

A beat.

DUKE HUDSON (cont.)
"I just speak to people who matter."

He looks directly at Trey.

Waller grins, enjoying the jab.

GRAYSON WALLER
"See? Even Duke gets it."

He points back at Trey.

GRAYSON WALLER (cont.)
"So enjoy the spotlight while you can. Next week I make my statement."

Ari leans forward to Trey slightly.

ARI STERLING
"Trey, just make sure you leave something left of him when you're done."

He gestures toward Waller.

ARI STERLING (cont.)
"Because I’m still waiting for my turn."

Waller smirks.

GRAYSON WALLER
"You'll be waiting a long time, Sterling." he looks to Trey. "Catch you next week, small fry."

Waller and Hudson disappear down the hallway as Trey and Ari exchange a determined look. The camera lingers for a moment before fading out.

The broadcast cuts back to the Capitol Performance Center.

The crowd noise swells as the camera pans across the arena.

At the side of the entrance ramp, a steel Diamond Mine cage structure has been assembled - low walls of reinforced steel surrounding a rope-less mat, giving it the look of a brutal underground fight pit.

Overhead lights hang lower than usual, casting sharp shadows across the combat surface.

At ringside, Kevin Patrick and Wade Barrett sit ready.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Grayson Waller certainly not lacking confidence ahead of next week, but Trey Baxter has already shown he can cause quite the upset."

WADE BARRETT
"And if Waller keeps running his mouth the way he just did, Kevin, he might find Baxter more than happy to shut it for him, and this time there's no tag team partner to hide behind."

Barrett gestures toward the structure beside the ramp.

WADE BARRETT (cont.)
"But right now, our attention turns to something far more unforgiving."

KEVIN PATRICK
"That's right. It’s time for our main event… and it takes place inside the Diamond Mine."

The camera slowly pushes toward the steel enclosure.

KEVIN PATRICK (cont.)
"A combat environment introduced by Arturo Ruas. A proving ground designed to push competitors to their absolute limits."

WADE BARRETT
"No ropes. No pinfalls. No escape routes."

Barrett smirks.

WADE BARRETT (cont.)
"The only ways to win - knockout… or submission."

Inside the cage structure, Dennis Arnell steps forward holding a microphone.

Above him, a single hanging microphone slowly lowers from the lighting rig, replacing the handheld mic as Arnell hooks it into position.

The camera cuts to a dramatic overhead shot of the pit.

Arnell looks around the crowd.

DENNIS ARNELL
"Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is tonight’s NXT EVOLVE MAIN EVENT, and it will be contested inside THE DIAMOND MINE!"

The crowd reacts with anticipation. Arnell gestures around the cage. He points to the mat.

DENNIS ARNELL (cont.)
"There are no ropes, and there will be no pinfalls."

A beat.

DENNIS ARNELL (cont.)
"The only way to win… is by knockout… or submission."

The crowd murmurs.

Arnell glances toward the referee, Tom Castor, who checks the mat and gate.

DENNIS ARNELL (cont.)
"And due to television time remaining, this contest will have a ten-minute time limit!"

A louder reaction from the live audience.

Arnell raises his voice.

DENNIS ARNELL (cont.)
"Ladies and gentlemen… welcome… to THE DIAMOND MINE!"

The lights dim slightly as gritty guitar riff hits the arena speakers.

DENNIS ARNELL
"Introducing first, from Perth, Western Australia, weighing 220 pounds...SHANE THORNE!"

Shane Thorne storms onto the stage, jaw set and eyes locked on the steel structure waiting below.

Thorne marches down the ramp with purpose.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Shane Thorne has never backed down from a fight, but this environment was designed specifically for Arturo Ruas."

WADE BARRETT
"And that shows how important, how prestigious the Diamond Mine has already become. Shane Thorne feels like he's got lost in the shuffle over on SmackDown, so tonight he's made the journey to Evolve, seeking glory, if he can defeat the Diamond Mine Dojo."

Thorne reaches the Diamond Mine structure.

He pauses for a moment, studying it.

Then he steps through the gate.

Inside the enclosure, Thorne cracks his neck and paces the mat, loosening his shoulders as he waits for his opponent.

♫ Crown ♪

The crowd begins to applaud as Arturo Ruas emerges from the curtain, calm and composed.

Arnell raises the microphone again.

DENNIS ARNELL
"And his opponent…"

Ruas walks slowly toward the ramp, eyes fixed on the Diamond Mine.

DENNIS ARNELL (cont.)
"From Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Weighing 215 pounds… ARTURO RUAS!"

The crowd responds with respect.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Arturo Ruas is undefeated inside the Diamond Mine."

WADE BARRETT
"And that’s no coincidence. This environment was built for his style of combat."

Ruas removes his robe at ringside and steps through the gate.

The referee closes and secures the enclosure. Inside the structure, Ruas and Thorne stare each other down.

The tension builds.

The steel gate of the Diamond Mine enclosure shuts with a heavy clang as Tom Castor finishes his checks. The rope-less mat leaves only a narrow buffer between the competitors and the steel walls surrounding them. The atmosphere inside the building tightens immediately - this is not a normal match, this is Arturo Ruas’ domain.

Ruas stands in the centre of the enclosure, composed and almost statuesque. Across from him, Shane Thorne paces along the edge of the mat, one hand brushing the steel frame as if measuring the environment.

Castor steps back.

DING DING

Both men circle carefully.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Main event time here on NXT Evolve and Shane Thorne - a SmackDown superstar - stepping into the Diamond Mine to challenge Arturo Ruas in the environment Ruas built."

WADE BARRETT
"That takes nerve, Kevin. If Thorne wins tonight, he doesn’t just beat Ruas… he embarrasses him in his own creation."

They lock up in the centre.

Thorne immediately drives forward, forcing Ruas backward until his shoulders brush the steel enclosure. Thorne jams a forearm into Ruas’ ribs before shoving him away.

Ruas simply resets. They circle again.

Ruas suddenly shoots in and executes a BODYSCISSORS TAKEDOWN, wrapping his legs around Thorne’s waist and dragging him violently to the mat before attempting to trap the arm.

Thorne scrambles free and quickly returns to his feet.

WADE BARRETT
"That’s the danger here. Ruas turns one small mistake into a submission in seconds."

Back on their feet, Thorne fires a stiff forearm and immediately hoists Ruas into a SAITO SUPLEX, dumping him hard across the canvas.

The crowd reacts.

Thorne stays aggressive, hauling Ruas up again and blasting him with a NORTHERN LARIAT that sends him down once more.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Thorne bringing the fight to Ruas early here!"

Thorne drags Ruas up again and plants him with a FALCON ARROW in the centre of the enclosure.

Thorne rises quickly, stalking his opponent.

WADE BARRETT
"Remember the rules here, you don’t win this match with a pinfall. You win by submission or knockout. Shane Thorne needs to pick a lane and decide which route he’s taking if he wants to walk back to Friday nights with the victory."

Thorne pulls Ruas up again and attempts the SNAPBACK - BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX FLIPPED INTO A CUTTER...

Ruas blocks the motion mid-lift, twisting out and firing back with a CAPOEIRA KICK that snaps Thorne’s head sideways.

The crowd pops.

Ruas surges forward with a strike combination, finishing with a brutal SPINNING BACK FIST that staggers Thorne across the mat.

KEVIN PATRICK
"That might have knocked Thorne out!"

Castor quickly checks on Thorne, who is still putting up a fight. Ruas grabs Thorne and launches him with a GERMAN SUPLEX, sending him crashing down before immediately transitioning into a KIMURA LOCK.

Thorne grimaces in pain, fighting the torque.

He manages to roll through the hold and scramble free before quickly backing away.

The fight resets again.

The broadcast cuts to the backstage monitor area where Roderick Strong stands watching the match with his arms folded.

KEVIN PATRICK
"And there’s Roderick Strong watching this unfold backstage."

WADE BARRETT
"Earlier tonight Arturo Ruas told Strong he should consider joining the Diamond Mine system in a bid to change his trajectory."

KEVIN PATRICK
"Strong hasn't had much luck as of late, but he's hoping to turn all that around on NXT this Tuesday when he teams with Finn Bálor and Kyle O'Reilly to take on The Way."

WADE BARRETT
"And there lies the problem, Roderick Strong volunteering for these matches without any rhyme or reason. He needs to have a sit down and figure out who he wants to be and what he wants to achieve in NXT. They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but I firmly believe Ruas can steer Strong if he put his stubbornness aside."

Strong continues watching silently.

Back inside the enclosure, Thorne suddenly explodes forward, scooping Ruas up and drilling him into the mat with a DYNAMIC BOMB.

The crowd roars.

Thorne rises slowly and backs toward the steel wall, measuring Ruas as he begins to stir.

Ruas begins to rise.

Thorne charges across the mat and launches forward with a CANNONBALL SENTON...

But at the last second RUAS ROLLS CLEAR.

Thorne CRASHES FULL FORCE INTO THE STEEL ENCLOSURE, the structure rattling violently.

The crowd gasps.

KEVIN PATRICK
Thorne just collided with the steel!

WADE BARRETT
"That's one way to take the wind out of your sails. This moment could be the opening Ruas needs to put Shane Thorne down for good."

Thorne staggers away from the wall, completely disoriented.

Ruas rises slowly, stalking forward.

He fires a brutal JUMPING KNEE that rocks Thorne backward before spinning through with a CORKSCREW ROUNDHOUSE KICK that sends him stumbling across the mat.

Thorne barely stays upright.

Ruas pivots...

SPIN KICK TO THE HEAD!

The strike lands flush. Thorne collapses instantly.

Castor rushes in and immediately waves off the match.

DING DING DING

Dennis Arnell steps inside the enclosure with a microphone.

DENNIS ARNELL
Your winner by knockout… ARTURO RUAS!

Winner: Arturo Ruas via knockout (08:58)

Ruas stands tall in the centre of the Diamond Mine as officials check on Shane Thorne.

The broadcast cuts backstage once more where Roderick Strong remains watching the monitor, expression unreadable.

KEVIN PATRICK
"Another statement victory for Arturo Ruas inside the Diamond Mine."

WADE BARRETT
"Strong hasn’t said a word about it… but he hasn’t looked away either. Maybe he's reconsidering his options?"

KEVIN PATRICK
"Well that’s all the time we have tonight, but before we go don’t forget to tune into NXT this Tuesday night to see how Roderick Strong fares when he teams with Finn Bálor and The King of Diamonds Kyle O’Reilly to take on The Way in trios action."

WADE BARRETT
"And as we learned at the top of the show, the NXT and North American Champion Bronson Reed will open the show following the fallout from Samoa Joe’s shocking attack last week."

KEVIN PATRICK
"Speaking of the main event, Pete Dunne found himself ambushed by an outraged Oney Lorcan on Tuesday while on commentary. Lorcan now gets the opportunity to stand up to The Ace one-on-one."

WADE BARRETT
"Tegan Nox steps up to challenge Indi Hartwell in singles action, and if Nox scores the pinfall, she will earn a fresh opportunity for herself and Shotzi to challenge Hartwell and Persia Pirotta for the NXT Women’s Tag Team Championships."

KEVIN PATRICK
"Elsewhere in the women’s division, either Franky Monet or Mercedes Martinez will be next in line to face Raquel González depending on the outcome of their tag team match. Martinez teams with her uneasy ally - the champion Raquel González - to face Monet and Jessi Kamea of The Brand."

WADE BARRETT
"Will The Brand’s sly tactics prevail once again, or will the gatekeeper of women’s wrestling finally earn the title opportunity she’s been waiting for?"

KEVIN PATRICK
"And of course, how could we forget the sit down between Tony D'Angelo and LA Knight. Will they be able to come to terms after weeks of back and forth?"

WADE BARRETT
"Something tells me....no."

Patrick audibly chuckles.

KEVIN PATRICK
"All that and a whole lot more this Tuesday night on NXT. But until then, goodnight...and we’ll see you next time."

The final shot lingers on Roderick Strong watching the monitor, Ruas standing victorious inside the Diamond Mine as the broadcast fades to black.

​

Quick Results:

• Edris Enofé & Malik Blade def. The Midnight Heat (Eddie Pearl & Ricky Gibson)
• Asher Hale def. Damon Kemp
• Katrina Cortez def. Skyler Storie
• Arturo Ruas def. Shane Thorne in a Diamond Mine Invitational

 

[Looking Glass]

• [FEATURED STORY:]​

WWE’s long-rumoured sale process appears to be gaining momentum, with Endeavor emerging as a leading candidate to acquire the company. At the same time, the situation has become more complex following the ongoing controversy surrounding Vince McMahon, who has now stepped back from day-to-day operations.

Endeavor, the parent company of UFC, has spent the last decade establishing itself as a major player in live sports and entertainment. Its $4 billion acquisition of the UFC in 2016 positioned the company as a dominant force in combat sports, and WWE is widely seen as a natural extension of that portfolio.

Sources suggest that Endeavor’s interest in WWE centres around expanding its reach across global media, live events, and sports entertainment, with potential crossover opportunities between WWE and UFC also seen as a long-term benefit.

However, negotiations are now unfolding against the backdrop of McMahon’s reduced involvement, with WWE’s board currently investigating multiple allegations and internal matters.

With McMahon stepping back, it is understood that Stephanie McMahon (who made an on-screen return at SummerSlam) has assumed an interim leadership role, working alongside existing executives, including Nick Khan, to maintain stability while the investigation continues. One source described the situation as “a holding pattern, but one that still carries weight.”

The uncertainty at the top is already beginning to raise questions internally about the direction of NXT.

The recent shift away from the black and gold era, including changes to presentation, branding, and talent focus, had been widely associated with McMahon’s vision for the brand. At the same time, the on-screen and backstage role of William Regal has quietly changed, with Regal stepping back as General Manager in July.

While presented as a storyline development, Regal’s reduced presence has been noted internally as part of a broader shift in how NXT is structured. With Paul 'Triple H' Levesque expected to regain greater influence, there is growing belief that the brand’s direction may be adjusted rather than fully continued.

Despite that, there has been strong praise for how NXT has performed since the refresh, particularly following TakeOver: High Stakes, which has been viewed internally as a success both creatively and structurally.

The introduction of NXT Evolve, broader talent usage, and a more fluid system have all been well received. However, there are still lingering questions over the decision to move away from the black and gold visual identity, which many felt was central to the brand’s appeal.

For now, NXT is expected to continue on its current path, though sources indicate the direction remains fluid depending on how the wider situation develops.

---

Speculation is growing ahead of next week’s NXT, where Bronson Reed is set to make an announcement.

News of the announcement first broke during this past week’s episode of NXT Evolve, with no further details provided on the nature of what Reed intends to address.

Reed currently stands as both NXT Champion and North American Champion, having solidified his position at the top of the brand since NXT’s relaunch in June. He also briefly held the Million Dollar Championship, further underlining his dominance during this current run.

While WWE has not confirmed what Reed will announce, the timing has raised questions internally, particularly given his standing within the company.

It was previously reported that Reed competed in a series of main roster dark matches in June, facing opponents including former NXT Champion, Bobby Roode. Following those appearances, Reed was discussed internally as a potential main roster call-up, with officials said to be high on “The Colossal” as a presence that could translate beyond NXT. Those plans were ultimately paused as the brand reset around him as its central figure.

However, with the current uncertainty surrounding WWE’s leadership and direction, there is belief that previously explored options could yet be revisited.

Reed’s immediate situation has also become more complicated following the closing moments of this past week’s episode of NXT.

In the main event, Reed put the NXT Championship on the line against Kushida, with the match ending in a no contest after Samoa Joe interfered, attacking both the champion and the challenger. The post-match assault has positioned Joe as an immediate threat, adding further intrigue to Reed’s upcoming announcement.

With Pete Dunne also looming as the Ace of Spades cardholder, the NXT Championship picture has quickly become more layered.

One source noted that Reed’s announcement is expected to “set the tone” for the next phase of NXT programming, though whether that relates to a challenger, a statement of intent, or something more remains unclear.

Despite the speculation, there is no indication that Reed is imminently leaving the brand.

“Right now, he’s the anchor. Whatever this is, it builds around that.”

With multiple directions in play, Reed’s announcement is expected to provide clarity on the next steps at the top of the NXT card.

---

There is growing optimism internally surrounding the future of NXT’s Cruiserweight division, with recent changes viewed as part of a longer-term strategy that has been temporarily adjusted due to the impact of the COVID-19 pandemic.

Sources indicate that WWE had originally planned to further expand the division by bringing back the Cruiserweight Classic, with discussions centred around another global tournament that would showcase international talent and elevate the division as a standalone attraction.

However, those plans were ultimately halted due to international travel restrictions, limiting WWE’s ability to bring in talent from key regions.

In response, the division has undergone a measured evolution.

The weight limit has been increased from 205 lbs to 215 lbs, allowing a broader range of talent to compete while maintaining the division’s identity. Internally, this has been viewed as a way to keep the division active and competitive while longer-term plans remain on hold.

A key part of that adjustment was the decision to bring 205 Live to an end, with cruiserweight talent now fully integrated into NXT programming. The move has made the division feel more inclusive, with competitors no longer confined to a separate platform and instead featuring more prominently across the brand.

There has also been a clear effort to strengthen the division through its champions.

Former champion Kushida was positioned as a focal point of the division, with an emphasis on in-ring quality and consistency in his open challenges. More recently, Tommaso Ciampa’s victory has been viewed internally as a significant moment, with Ciampa regarded as one of the backbone figures of NXT. There is a belief that placing the championship on a talent of his stature will further elevate the title’s credibility moving forward.

Despite the current limitations, there is a strong belief that the original vision has not been abandoned.

With travel conditions gradually improving, there is renewed discussion around revisiting the 2016 tournament, which would allow WWE to showcase international talent and re-establish the division’s global identity.

One source described the situation as:

“The plan hasn’t changed. The timing has.”

For now, the division continues to adapt within NXT, but internally it is still viewed as a key piece of the brand’s long-term structure once conditions allow.

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This past week’s appearance of Lucha House Party on NXT is not expected to be a one-off, with early indications suggesting the duo could feature more regularly moving forward.

The Raw Superstars, Lince Dorado and Gran Metalik, picked up a victory over NXT Evolve talents Dante Chen and Ru Feng, in what was described internally as both a showcase for the visiting team and a test of how main roster talent could be integrated into the current NXT structure.

The post-match angle, however, has drawn the most attention.

Following their win, Lucha House Party were lattacked by Legado del Fantasma, continuing the group’s recent shift in presentation since their reintroduction under Don Reyes.

The decision to use Lucha House Party in this role is believed to have been well received internally, with the pairing seen as experienced, adaptable, and stylistically aligned with Legado’s direction.

This wasn't the only main roster guest appearance this week, with SmackDown Superstar, Shane Thorne, competing on the most recent episode of NXT Evolve. It is understood that this increased movement between brands is also being used as a way to re-elevate main roster talent who currently have limited creative direction, allowing them to regain momentum in a more flexible environment.

There is now a growing expectation that NXT will continue to feature select main roster talent in similar roles, particularly as the brand looks to deepen its divisions while maintaining focus on developing newer names.

For Legado del Fantasma, the attack signals a continuation of their current trajectory, with the group increasingly positioned as a disruptive force as they look to redesign Lucha libre in their vision.

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• AEW continues to build significant momentum following the wrestling return of CM Punk, with attention now turning toward the potential arrival of Bryan Danielson. "The American Dragon" has been a free agent since his WWE contract expired earlier this year, and is widely expected to be the next WWE name to join AEW, potentially as soon as All Out. While a deal has not been officially confirmed, the expectation internally is that it is a matter of timing rather than possibility.

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• “The Infamous” Bobby Fish continues to receive praise internally following the introduction of his gimmick, with officials impressed by both his character work and adaptability. There is a growing belief that Fish could become a more prominent fixture on NXT television.

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• It is understood that recent episodes of NXT and NXT Evolve saw several late creative adjustments, with plans still being finalised for the upcoming Halloween Havoc television special. While the overall direction remains in place, some segments and match developments were said to have been altered closer to air than usual.

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• [THIS PAST WEEK ON NXT UK:]

Nina Samuels vs. Blair Davenport ended in a No Contest:
Moments before the match could officially get underway, Blair Davenport snapped, launching a brutal pre-match assault on Nina Samuels from behind. The attack quickly escalated, with Davenport driving Samuels into the canvas and refusing to relent as officials rushed to ringside.

As order began to be restored, Assistant to the General Manager Sid Scala attempted to intervene, only for Davenport to turn her attention toward him. In a shocking moment, she grabbed Scala and planted him into the mat, leaving officials scrambling and the match ruled a No Contest before it could even begin. The incident marks a significant escalation in Davenport’s increasingly volatile behaviour.

Jack Starz & Dave Mastiff def. Dan Moloney & Andy Wild:
The pairing of Jack Starz and “Bomber” Dave Mastiff continued to build momentum as a team, showcasing growing chemistry throughout the contest. Moloney and Wild brought intensity early, but struggled to contain Mastiff’s power.

The finish came following a strong sequence of tandem offence, as Mastiff launched Moloney into the Tree of Woe in the corner. Starz followed up with a diving headbutt before Mastiff delivered the decisive Into the Void, securing another convincing victory for the duo.

Emilia McKenzie def. Amale:
In a competitive back-and-forth contest, Amale looked to have the match won after connecting with a brutal drive-by boot in the closing moments. However, Emilia McKenzie showed resilience, recovering quickly and catching Amale off guard with a tight roll-up to steal the victory.

The win marks a significant moment for McKenzie, who continues to establish herself as a rising presence within the NXT UK women’s division.

Teoman def. Nathan Frazer (2–1) in a Heritage Cup Rules Tournament Quarterfinal:
A technically driven contest under Heritage Cup rules saw Teoman advance in the tournament following outside involvement from Rohan Raja.

Round 1: Scoreless, with both men feeling each other out and Nathan Frazer attempting to use his speed advantage.
Round 2: After Raja took the impact of Frazer’s dive to the outside, Teoman capitalised and scored the first fall with a crushing strike.
Round 3: Frazer increased the pace, but Teoman narrowly survived until the bell.
Round 4: Frazer evened the score with a quick powerslam into a cover, bringing the match level at 1–1.
Round 5: As Frazer looked to go aerial, Raja created a distraction at ringside, causing Frazer to lose his footing. Teoman seized the moment, delivering an innovative flipping DDT to secure the deciding fall and advance 2–1.

With the victory, Teoman moves on to the Semi-finals of the NXT UK Heritage Cup #1 Contender’s Tournament, where he will face the winner of next week’s Quarterfinal between Sam Gradwell and Wolfgang.

The NXT UK Championship picture remained off-screen this week, with Ilja Dragunov not appearing following his epic title victory in Vegas. Commentary highlighted the physical toll of his win, with no immediate challenger named as the division begins to take shape around the new champion.

 

[EZ3]

Well-written news tidbit with a few exciting bits to take away.

Reed vs. Joe will feed generations if that's the way you want to go. Especially with Reed being so well presented. The name value in a win over Joe only further helps Reed if that's the way you want to go.

I love a tournament, so the idea that the travel restrictions being resolved that had halted the company's ability to run the tournament is fun. Could be a nice way to introduce other characters from outside the normal sphere for some one-off spots.

Keep up the good work.

 

[Looking Glass]

NXT [EPISODE #473] ‣ "WHAT'S NeXT" PREVIEW​

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"Hey everyone, McKenzie Mitchell here, bringing you a stacked line-up for this week’s NXT, live from the Capitol Wrestling Center. After a night of chaos, confrontation and major statements, the landscape of NXT is shifting. Let’s break down what’s coming your way."

“Last week’s main event saw Bronson Reed defend the NXT Championship against Kushida in a hard-fought title match built on respect. But that respect was shattered when Samoa Joe stormed the ring, leaving both men laid out and forcing the referee to throw the match out.

Now, the NXT Champion and North American Champion Bronson Reed will open the show following those events. After Joe’s brutal statement and with the pressure mounting, what will ‘The Colossal’ have to say, and how will it shape what comes next?”

“After tensions boiled over backstage last week, a blockbuster trios match has been made official.

Finn Bálor, Roderick Strong and The King of Diamonds Kyle O’Reilly will take on The Way in what promises to be an explosive main event. For Austin Theory, this match is about more than just momentum. After feeling disrespected by both Bálor and O’Reilly in a previous encounter leading into High Stakes, Theory now has the chance to respond inside the ring.

At the same time, Roderick Strong looks to use this opportunity to get himself back on track, stepping back into the spotlight alongside two of NXT’s most proven competitors. With egos clashing and personal stakes rising, can this all-star trio stay on the same page, or will The Way turn frustration into victory?”

“Former allies turned foes go one-on-one as Pete Dunne and Oney Lorcan finally collide.

Lorcan attempted to congratulate Dunne on his Lucky 7 victory, only to be met with disrespect and a brutal attack from The Ace, aided by The Grizzled Young Veterans. Now, Lorcan is out to prove he is no pushover and that he still belongs in the fight.

For Dunne, this is about far more than settling a score. With the Ace of Spades in his possession, he is looking to send a message to the entire NXT Universe and the NXT Champion that he is the one to watch. Expect this one to be hard-hitting and deeply personal.”

“After weeks of rising tension, the bad blood between these two teams continues to boil over as Tegan Nox goes one-on-one with Indi Hartwell.

While Persia Pirotta and Indi Hartwell picked up the victory in their previous championship encounter at High Stakes, Shotzi and Nox have refused to back down. Now, with Ember Moon back in Team TCB, and with Candice LeRae on maternity leave, the numbers advantage the champions once relied on has been neutralised.

Last week, it was confirmed that each team would put forward a representative. If the challengers win, they earn another opportunity at the NXT Women’s Tag Team Championships. Nox was quick to step up, determined to seize the moment.

With opportunity on the line, can the challengers earn another shot at the gold, or will Indi Hartwell once again prove why her team sits at the top of the division?”

“After last week’s shocking ambush, tensions in the women’s division reach a boiling point as Raquel González and Mercedes Martinez take on Franky Monet and Jessi Kamea of The Brand.

Following Raquel’s dominant victory, Monet, Kamea and Aliyah launched a three-on-one assault on the champion, making their intentions clear. But before the damage could be done, Mercedes Martinez stormed the ring to even the odds, forcing The Brand to retreat.

Now, Raquel and Mercedes find themselves on the same side once more, but with both women eyeing the NXT Women’s Championship, trust may still be in short supply. Meanwhile, Monet continues to position herself at the front of the line, backed by the numbers and influence of The Brand.

With a future title opportunity hanging in the balance, will Raquel and Mercedes keep their focus long enough to take control, or will The Brand once again tilt the odds in their favour?”

“After sending shockwaves through the tag team division last week, Legado del Fantasma return with a point to prove.

Under Don Reyes’ guidance, Santos Escobar, Joaquin Wilde and Raul Mendoza launched a ruthless assault on Lucha House Party, targeting not just their opponents, but the very identity of lucha libre itself. With Reyes declaring a new era built on control and discipline, Legado have made it clear they are no longer here to entertain. They are here to dominate.

That message did not go unanswered. Following the attack, NXT General Manager Nigel McGuinness confronted Reyes backstage, warning that Legado’s actions would not be tolerated. But Reyes appeared unfazed, making it clear he intends to reshape NXT on his own terms.

This week, Legado del Fantasma will be in action. With their approach becoming more calculated by the week, the question is not just who will step into the ring, but who will be made an example of.

With the NXT Tag Team Champions MSK firmly in their sights, and the entire locker room now on notice, expect another statement from one of the most dangerous factions in NXT.”

“And finally, after weeks of escalating tension, Tony D’Angelo and LA Knight will come face-to-face in a special sit-down.

What began as a simple wager at High Stakes quickly turned personal, as both men have taken shots at one another across NXT and NXT Evolve. With LA Knight continuing to make examples of his opponents in his ‘Million Dollar Dream Matches’, and ‘The Mountain’ Cal Lannister ensuring those lessons go even further, Tony D’Angelo has made it clear he prefers to handle things his own way.

Last week, D’Angelo issued the invitation. No suits, no grandstanding, just business. Now, with both men agreeing to meet, the question is whether this will remain a discussion or erupt into something far more volatile.

With pride, reputation and control all at stake, this sit-down could change everything.”

"That’s going to do it for this week’s edition of What’s NeXT. With tensions rising, statements waiting to be made and the landscape of NXT continuing to shift, this is one night you do not want to miss."

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[Stojy]

Things continue to flow nicely in here and based on the preview, we are in for another stacked show. Bronson Reed addressing the universe and potentially kickstarting a program with Joe is where the money is, but there's so much more here. Card looks pretty solid, and can't help but be excited for whatever LDF do next, as well as the sit down between Knight and D'Angelo.

Looking forward to it, sir.

 

[Looking Glass]

NXT [EPISODE #473] ‣ TUESDAY 7 SEPTEMBER, 2021
CAPITOL PERFORMANCE CENTER ‣ ORLANDO, FLORIDA
"POWER VACUUM"

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The screen fades in.

The closing moments of last week’s championship main event flicker into view, the crowd already on its feet as Bronson Reed steadies himself on the ropes and begins to climb. Across the ring, Kushida forces himself up, eyes locked on the champion as both men push through the damage.

The lights flicker amber and red.

Samoa Joe storms the ramp.

Reed drops down and braces, but Joe is already in the ring. A headbutt lands flush, then another. Reed stumbles into the corner and Joe drives him into the frame with a uranage, the impact echoing through the arena.

Kushida staggers to his feet, barely able to react before Joe turns, grabs him from behind and locks in the Coquina Clutch, dragging him down to the mat.

The referee waves the match off as the bell rings.

Joe releases the hold slowly and rises to his feet, chest heaving, the crowd roaring around him. The NXT Championship lies near the ropes. Joe picks it up, studies it for a moment, then raises it high above his head.

A quick cut shows Bronson Reed at High Stakes, three championships raised.

Another shows Pete Dunne pulling down the briefcase, later revealed to hold the Ace of Spades.

Another shows Kyle O’Reilly holding the King of Diamonds.

Back in the ring, Joe drops the title across Reed’s chest and leans in slightly.

“Tick tock.”

The image lingers on Reed, half upright and clutching his ribs, Kushida motionless nearby, the championship resting between them as Joe stands over both men.

Fade to black.

The camera cuts to the Capitol Performance Center as the crowd comes into view, still buzzing from what we’ve just witnessed.

Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett are shown briefly at the commentary desk.

VIC JOSEPH
“What we saw at the end of last week’s main event was nothing short of chaos. Samoa Joe leaving both Bronson Reed and Kushida laid out, forcing the NXT Championship match to be thrown out.”

WADE BARRETT
“And the frightening part, Vic, is that Joe didn’t do it to win anything. He did it because he wanted to make a point, and right now nobody knows when or where he’ll strike next.”

Vic nods, glancing toward the ring.

VIC JOSEPH
“Well, we’re about to hear from the NXT Champion himself. Bronson Reed is here tonight to address everything that happened last week.”

WADE BARRETT
“And I’d imagine he’ll have plenty to say.”

VIC JOSEPH
“Right now though, we’re going to hand over to the General Manager of NXT, Nigel McGuinness.”

The camera cuts to the ring, where Nigel McGuinness stands at centre, microphone in hand.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“Last week, the NXT Championship match ended in circumstances that I can only describe as unacceptable.”

A murmur runs through the crowd.

Nigel pauses briefly, then continues.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“I’m not going to dwell on the details, because I know this man has requested the time to come out here and address you all himself.”

He straightens, turning toward the stage.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“So without further ado, please welcome the NXT and North American Champion… Bronson Reed.”

♪ Battle Tested ♪

The crowd rises as Bronson Reed steps out onto the stage, the NXT Championship over his shoulder and the North American Championship in hand. He pauses at the top of the ramp, taking in the reaction, before making his way down with purpose.

Reed circles the ring once, then climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes. Nigel extends a hand, which Reed accepts with a nod, before taking the microphone.

Nigel steps aside as Reed looks out across the crowd, both championships still in his hands. He takes a moment, letting the noise settle before he begins to speak.

BRONSON REED
“Last week I walked into this ring ready to defend the NXT Championship against Kushida, and it was exactly what it should’ve been. Two guys pushing each other, trying to prove who the better man is.”

He shifts slightly, the frustration starting to show.

BRONSON REED
“But that’s not how it ended, is it?”

A murmur runs through the crowd.

BRONSON REED
“Samoa Joe didn’t come out here to fight. He didn’t come out here to earn anything. He came out here to make a statement, and he did it the only way he knows how.”

Reed shakes his head.

BRONSON REED
“From behind.”

He adjusts the NXT Championship on his shoulder, letting that settle.

BRONSON REED
“I’ve got no problem with anyone stepping up and coming for this. That’s what this place is built on. You want a shot, you earn it, and you come and take it face to face.”

His tone steadies.

BRONSON REED
“But what happened last week… that’s not it.”

Reed looks down at the North American Championship, turning it slightly in his hands as his focus shifts.

BRONSON REED
“I’ve always said I’m going to do things the right way. That’s how I got here, and that’s how I stay here.”

A brief pause.

BRONSON REED
“When I won the Million Dollar Championship, I gave it back to The Million Dollar Man Ted DiBiase. Not because I had to… but because it was the right thing to do.”

He nods slightly, standing by it.

BRONSON REED
“And it’s the same here.”

Reed studies the North American Championship for a moment longer before continuing.

BRONSON REED
“This title has never just been about holding gold. It’s about opportunity. It’s about proving you belong here, and taking that next step.”

He looks out across the crowd.

BRONSON REED
“This championship builds people. It takes them from being part of the roster… to being the one everyone’s watching.”

Another pause, more deliberate this time.

BRONSON REED
“And that’s what it’s supposed to do.”

Reed exhales, lifting the title slightly before lowering it again.

BRONSON REED
“But I can’t stand here and say I represent that properly while I’m holding this…”

He taps the NXT Championship on his shoulder.

BRONSON REED
“…because this is where that journey is meant to lead.”

Reed takes a step forward, more resolved now.

BRONSON REED
“Last week proved that the target on my back is getting bigger and bigger every week, and the longer I hold onto both, the more I slow this place down. The more I stop someone else from taking that step.”

He shakes his head.

BRONSON REED
“I’m not here to do that.”

Reed turns toward Nigel, holding the North American Championship out.

BRONSON REED
“So as of right now… I’m vacating the North American Championship.”

There’s a brief pause as the words settle. Nigel looks at the title for a moment before taking it, the crowd reacting as the decision becomes official.

Reed steps back, now standing with just the NXT Championship over his shoulder.

♪ Axe & Smash ♪

Kyle O'Reilly steps out onto the stage, King of Diamonds card in hand, taking in the scene for a moment before making his way down the ramp. His eyes move from Nigel holding the North American Championship to Reed standing opposite him, the NXT Title still over his shoulder.

Reed doesn’t take his eyes off him.

Kyle steps through the ropes and takes a microphone, holding the card up briefly before lowering it again.

KYLE O'REILLY
“Sorry to cut you off, Reed. Now, I should be preparing for my match tonight, but when I heard you had something to say, I thought to myself that tonight was the night I come out here to challenge you for that at Halloween Havoc.”

He nods toward the championship in Nigel’s hands.

KYLE O'REILLY
“That was the plan. Use this the right way, call my shot, do it properly.”

Kyle turns the card slightly between his fingers, thinking as he speaks.

KYLE O'REILLY
“So I had my timing figured out.”

He exhales, looking between Reed and the now-vacant title.

KYLE O'REILLY
“But now you’ve gone and changed things.”

Kyle gives a small nod, acknowledging it.

KYLE O'REILLY
“And I respect that. I do.”

He takes a step closer, more direct now.

KYLE O'REILLY
“But if that title’s about to move on… if someone else is about to take that step…”

Kyle raises the card again.

KYLE O'REILLY
“…then I’m not standing around waiting for it to pass me by.”

He looks Reed straight in the eye.

KYLE O'REILLY
“So yeah, maybe this isn’t how I planned it… but if I'm going to be the North American Champion, I want to beat the North American Champion. So, I’m still calling my shot before it’s too late.”

Kyle lowers the card slightly, the intent clear.

Nigel steps forward, microphone already raised as he moves between them.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“Kyle… I understand exactly what you’re trying to do.”

He gestures briefly toward the card.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“But that does not give you the right to act on the spot. It guarantees you an opportunity, and it must be exercised with notice.”

Nigel turns slightly, addressing both men.

NIGEL McGUINNESS
“You said it yourself. You had a plan.”

A small pause.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“And that plan still stands.”

Kyle takes that in, jaw tightening slightly but not arguing.

Nigel lowers his microphone slightly before continuing, making sure there’s no confusion.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“Next week, twenty men will compete in a Battle Royal. The winner will earn the right to challenge you for the vacant North American Championship at Halloween Havoc.”

He glances briefly at the title in his hand, then back to Kyle.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“If that is still the stage for you to call your shot?”

Kyle takes that in, jaw tightening slightly, but he gives a small nod.

Nigel steps back, the decision made, as the focus returns to the two men in the ring.

Reed studies Kyle for a moment before stepping forward.

BRONSON REED
“I meant what I said earlier. You want a shot, you earn it, and you take it the right way.”

He nods toward the King of Diamonds card.

BRONSON REED
“That’s exactly what you’re trying to do.”

Reed adjusts the NXT Championship on his shoulder.

BRONSON REED
“And I respect that. I respect you. These past few months you've been to hell and back and you've stayed true to yourself the whole time.”

Kyle holds his ground, listening.

Reed glances briefly toward Nigel holding the North American Championship, then back to Kyle.

BRONSON REED
“You had your sights set on a title match with me… and I get it.”

A small pause.

BRONSON REED
“But this place doesn’t wait. It keeps moving.”

Reed takes a step back, giving Kyle space.

BRONSON REED
“You go through that battle royal, you come out the other side, then you’ve earned it.”

He lifts the NXT Championship slightly.

BRONSON REED
“And when the time’s right… we’ll have that match you were looking for.”

Another beat.

BRONSON REED
“And who knows… maybe it’s for this.”

Kyle looks at the title, then back at Reed, giving a slight nod in return.

The tension shifts. Not confrontation, but understanding.

Nigel steps slightly between them, bringing the moment to a close as Reed’s music begins to rise.

Reed turns and makes his way up the ramp, the NXT Championship resting over his shoulder as the crowd continues to buzz.

Kyle remains in the ring, watching him go, the King of Diamonds card still in his hand.

Reed reaches the halfway point.

♪ Bruiserweight ♪

Pete Dunne steps out onto the stage, the Ace of Spades card rolling slowly between his fingers as he takes in the scene.

Reed stops.

Dunne takes a few steps forward, then comes to a halt at the top of the ramp.

They lock eyes.

Neither man moves.

In the ring, Kyle watches the exchange, the card still in his hand.

The moment lingers, the three paths crossing without a word. The camera cuts back to ringside as the crowd continues to buzz, still reacting to what has just unfolded.

Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett come back into view at the commentary desk.

VIC JOSEPH
“Bronson Reed has just vacated the North American Championship, and in doing so, he’s completely reshaped the landscape of NXT.”

WADE BARRETT
“He knows exactly what’s coming his way, Vic. The target on his back keeps getting bigger, and instead of trying to carry everything at once, he’s made the decision to step aside and focus on the NXT Championship.”

Vic nods, glancing briefly toward the ring.

VIC JOSEPH
“And that opens the door for the rest of the locker room. Next week’s Battle Royal will determine who gets that opportunity at Halloween Havoc.”

WADE BARRETT
“And that’s exactly what that title is meant to do. It creates the next contender, the next name to step up. Tonight, Bronson Reed made sure that process keeps moving.”

Vic leans forward slightly.

VIC JOSEPH
“We’re just getting started here tonight. Don’t go anywhere.”

We return to the Capitol Performance Center, the crowd settling back in as the camera pans across the arena.

Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett are back on commentary.

VIC JOSEPH
“Welcome back to NXT. Still to come tonight, that huge trios main event as Kyle O’Reilly looks to build momentum, teaming with Finn Bálor and Roderick Strong to face Johnny Gargano, Austin Theory and Dexter Lumis of The Way.”

Vic shifts slightly, continuing.

VIC JOSEPH
“Earlier tonight, Bronson Reed vacated the North American Championship, choosing to focus solely on the NXT Title, and that decision has completely changed the picture moving forward.”

A brief pause.

VIC JOSEPH
“Next week we will see a Battle Royal todetermine the number one contender, and at Halloween Havoc, that winner will face Kyle O’Reilly, who has officially called his shot using the King of Diamonds.”

WADE BARRETT
“That is the news everyone is reacting to, Vic. The North American Championship is now up for grabs, and every superstar in that locker room knows exactly what’s at stake.”

Vic nods.

VIC JOSEPH
“Let’s take you backstage and see how some of them are responding.”

The camera cuts backstage.

Hit Row are gathered around a monitor, the replay of Bronson Reed handing over the North American Championship still on screen.

Swerve stands at the front, arms folded, watching it play out again. Top Dolla leans against a crate, while Ashante paces slightly. B-Fab stands just off to the side, focused.

The clip ends.

There’s a brief silence.

Swerve exhales, a small smirk forming.

SWERVE
“That’s a big move.”

He glances back at the group.

SWERVE
“Respect to Reed… but he just changed the game.”

Top Dolla nods.

TOP DOLLA
“He didn’t just open the door… he took it off the hinges.”

Ashante chuckles under his breath.

ASHANTE
“And now everybody’s scrambling, trying to figure out how they get through it first.”

Swerve nods, stepping forward slightly.

SWERVE
“Battle Royal next week.”

He lets that sit.

SWERVE
“One shot.”

B-Fab steps in, more direct.

B-FAB
“One shot… and we’ve got the numbers.”

The group exchanges a look. Swerve’s smirk sharpens.

SWERVE
“That’s the difference.”

He taps his chest lightly.

SWERVE
“Everybody else is thinking about opportunity.”

A glance to the rest of Hit Row.

SWERVE
“We’re thinking about control.”

Top Dolla pushes off the crate, stepping forward.

TOP DOLLA
“And once one of us is in that position…”

Ashante finishes the thought.

ASHANTE
“…it’s not leaving.”

Swerve nods, already looking ahead.

SWERVE
“Next week, we make our move.”

A beat.

SWERVE
“Then at Halloween Havoc… we get that gold.”

Swerve turns back toward the monitor as the rest of Hit Row fall in around him, the focus clear.

The camera cuts backstage to a quieter part of the Capitol Performance Center, the hum of the arena faint in the background.

Andre Chase stands beside a monitor, replaying the moment Bronson Reed handed over the North American Championship. He watches it closely, almost studying it, hands clasped behind his back.

McKenzie Mitchell steps into frame, microphone in hand.

MCKENZIE MITCHELL
“Andre, we’ve just heard the news. The North American Championship has been vacated, and next week’s Battle Royal will determine the number one contender. What’s your reaction?”

Chase turns from the screen, composed, measured.

ANDRE CHASE
“The North American Championship was introduced in 2018.”

His tone is even, deliberate, like he’s delivering a lecture.

ANDRE CHASE
“It has consistently functioned as a proving ground within NXT, with a strong correlation between its holders and future main event competitors.”

He adjusts his stance slightly, pacing once as he continues.

ANDRE CHASE
“Historically, it represents the most efficient pathway for upward mobility on this roster.”

McKenzie listens, trying to follow.

Chase continues, unfazed.

ANDRE CHASE
“Based on that data, the current vacancy creates a unique moment of competitive recalibration.”

A voice cuts in from off-camera.

UNKNOWN (O.S.)
“Or… it means it’s up for grabs.”

"The Infamous" Bobby Fish steps into frame, already shaking his head, a faint smirk on his face. He looks from Chase to the monitor, then back again.

BOBBY FISH
“I’ve already beaten you.”

A small pause, letting that sit.

BOBBY FISH
“So let’s not make this more complicated than it needs to be.”

Chase doesn’t react, simply watching him.

Fish turns his attention to McKenzie, more focused now.

BOBBY FISH
“I should be in that Battle Royal, and I should be the one walking out with that title.”

He gestures loosely back toward the arena.

BOBBY FISH
“And Bronson Reed… took him long enough to come to his senses.”

A slight smirk.

Fish steps forward, more deliberate, lowering his voice slightly.

BOBBY FISH
“See, everybody hears ‘Battle Royal’ and they think chaos. Bodies everywhere, anything can happen.”

He shakes his head.

BOBBY FISH
“That’s because they don’t understand it. It's not chaos, it's composition.”

Fish taps his temple lightly.

BOBBY FISH
“I wouldn't expect you, or any of the backyard brutes in the locker room to understand, but there’s an art to it. Positioning. Awareness. Knowing exactly when to move… and when to let somebody else make the mistake for you.”

A beat.

BOBBY FISH
“Next week, I take the win.”

His expression tightens, confident.

BOBBY FISH
“And at Halloween Havoc after I've beaten Kyle…”

A small pause, just enough.

BOBBY FISH
“…it’s going to be Infamous.”

Fish brushes past them and walks out of frame, the camera lingering for a moment as Chase watches him go.

Chase turns back to McKenzie, calm as ever.

ANDRE CHASE
“Confidence is often highest in subjects with incomplete information.”

A slight tilt of the head.

ANDRE CHASE
“Statistically speaking.”

McKenzie pauses, unsure how to respond, as Chase turns back toward the monitor, the replay of Reed’s decision looping again.

The camera holds for a moment, then cuts away.

Pete Dunne stands in the ring, pacing slowly as the crowd rains down boos. His focus is fixed on the stage, jaw set, waiting.

Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett are mid-reaction at the desk.

VIC JOSEPH
“You can feel it changing in real time. Bronson Reed vacates the North American Championship, and already the locker room is circling that opportunity.”

Vic shakes his head slightly.

VIC JOSEPH
“We’ve just heard from Hit Row, from Bobby Fish. Everyone sees that opening and wants to be the one to take it.”

WADE BARRETT
“That’s what that title does, Vic. It forces people to show you who they really are. Strategy from Hit Row, confidence from The Infamous One, and next week they all get thrown into the same fight.”

Wade gestures toward the ring.

WADE BARRETT
“But while everyone else is looking ahead, this has been building for a week.”

The camera cuts to Dunne, now leaning into the ropes, eyes fixed on the stage.

VIC JOSEPH
“Pete Dunne has been waiting, and after what we saw last week, this one is personal.”
​

LAST WEEK ON NXT

Lorcan steps up to Dunne backstage, calling him out.

Dunne says nothing.

Then the slap.

Lorcan fires back, but the Grizzled Young Veterans jump in, grabbing him as Dunne steps forward and drives a forearm into his jaw.

Lorcan crashes into the wall, dropping hard.

GYV stand over him as Dunne walks away.

The scene cuts to later that evening.

Dunne sits at commentary during the main event, watching closely.

Lorcan storms into frame, dragging Dunne from his seat and unloading with heavy shots.

They crash into the barricade, trading blows as security rushes in to pull them apart.

Neither man backs down.​

Back in the arena, Dunne pushes off the ropes and steps toward the centre of the ring.

VIC JOSEPH
“Lorcan was left laid out backstage, and he didn’t wait long to respond.”

WADE BARRETT
“And now he gets exactly what he asked for. No Grizzled Young Veterans, no numbers game.”

Wade leans forward slightly.

WADE BARRETT
“Just The Ace.”

Dunne stands his ground.

♪ Combative ♪

Oney Lorcan storms out onto the stage, jaw clenched, eyes locked straight ahead.

The crowd comes alive as he marches down the ramp with purpose, not breaking his focus for a second.

VIC JOSEPH
“Lorcan has been waiting for this moment all week, and you can see it written all over him.”

Lorcan reaches ringside and slides into the ring, popping straight to his feet and stepping forward.

Dunne doesn’t move.

They come face to face immediately, tension rising, until referee Jason Ayres steps between them and forces just enough separation.

WADE BARRETT
“There’s no feeling out process here. This is going to be a fight.”

Ayres gestures for both men to back into their corners.

They do, reluctantly, eyes never leaving each other.

Alicia Taylor steps forward.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, from Birmingham, England, weighing 205 pounds, ‘The Ace’ Pete Dunne!”

Boos rain down as Dunne rolls his shoulders.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing 200 pounds, Oney Lorcan!”

Lorcan paces, ready.

Ayres checks both men, looks between them, and signals for the bell.

The bell rings and neither man rushes in straight away.

Dunne holds the centre.

Lorcan steps forward first.

They collide in a tight lock-up, shoulders grinding as both men fight for position. Lorcan drives through him, forcing Dunne back before Dunne twists off and immediately grabs the wrist.

He goes straight to the fingers.

VIC JOSEPH
“Months ago, these two stood on the same side. The Kings of NXT alongside Danny Burch, Ridge Holland and Pat McAfee, and when everyone else was gone, Lorcan stayed.”

Lorcan winces, rolling through the pressure and snapping free with a forearm to the jaw. Another follows, then a chop that echoes through the arena.

VIC JOSEPH
“He stayed loyal. Dunne cut him out, and then slapped him for it last week.”

Dunne absorbs the strikes and fires back with a kick to the thigh, then a stomp to the foot. He traps the hand again, bending the fingers back, forcing Lorcan down.

WADE BARRETT
“That’s how Dunne sees it, Vic. No attachments, no distractions. He’s The Ace now, and he plays this on his terms.”

Lorcan swings free, breaking the grip, and explodes forward with a running uppercut that sends Dunne into the corner.

He follows with a flurry, forearms and chops in quick succession, the crowd building behind him.

Lorcan pulls Dunne out and plants him with a snap suplex.

ONE

TWO

Dunne kicks out.

Lorcan stays on him, dragging him up again, but Dunne cuts him off with a sharp kick to the arm. He traps it mid-motion, twists, and stomps down across the elbow.

Lorcan recoils, clutching the arm.

Dunne slows the pace, methodical. A stomp to the hand. Another to the shoulder. A knee drop across the arm as he leans his weight in.

VIC JOSEPH
“Dunne is taking that arm away, and you can already see it starting to limit everything Lorcan wants to do.”

Lorcan grits through it, forcing his way back to his feet and breaking free with a heavy forearm. Another lands, then a running European uppercut that staggers Dunne.

Lorcan builds momentum, bouncing off the ropes and dropping Dunne with a lariat.

The crowd comes alive.

Lorcan pushes forward, dragging Dunne up and unloading with strikes before hitting a running blockbuster.

ONE

TWO

Dunne kicks out again.

Lorcan sits up, frustration creeping in, but stays focused.

VIC JOSEPH
“Lorcan isn’t backing down. After everything that happened last week, he’s fighting like a man who refuses to be disrespected.”

WADE BARRETT
“And that’s admirable, but you don’t step to The Ace unless you’re ready for what comes next.”

Dunne slips behind Lorcan, snapping the fingers again and dropping him to a knee before driving a kick into the side of the head.

Dunne circles, stalking now.

Lorcan pushes back up, clutching his arm, and fires from underneath with a sudden half-and-half suplex, dumping Dunne high on his neck.

The crowd surges again.

Lorcan crawls into the cover.

ONE

TWO

NO!

Dunne kicks out, this time with urgency.

VIC JOSEPH
“That might have been it. Lorcan is pushing Dunne all the way here tonight.”

Lorcan drags himself up, pulling Dunne with him, but Dunne drives a forearm into the jaw, then another. He traps the arm again, twisting it into a hammerlock before snapping Lorcan forward.

Dunne stomps the hand. Then the shoulder. Then the head.

The pace drops again.

Dunne pulls Lorcan in, double underhooks locked tight.

Bitter End.

He drives him down and hooks the leg.

ONE

TWO

THREE.

The bell rings.

Dunne rises quickly, breathing steady, expression unchanged as the crowd boos.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“Here is your winner, ‘The Ace’ Pete Dunne!”

Winner: Pete Dunne, via pinfall (8:42)

Lorcan rolls onto his side, clutching his arm, trying to gather himself.

Dunne steps toward him again, looming, then reaches down and drags him back up by the wrist.

VIC JOSEPH
“Lorcan gave him everything he had, but it still wasn’t enough.”

Dunne twists the injured arm, forcing Lorcan upright.

WADE BARRETT
“And this is what happens when you step to The Ace. You get put back in your place.”

Lorcan tries to pull free, but Dunne yanks him back in, drawing him into striking range.

♪ CAN’T STOP WINNING ♪

The arena reacts instantly.

Dunne stops.

His grip tightens, then loosens.

He turns.

At the top of the stage, Ridge Holland stands under the lights, shoulders squared, eyes locked on the ring.

VIC JOSEPH
“Ridge Holland, back in NXT for the first time in almost a year, and he’s got his eyes on Pete Dunne.”

Ridge starts forward, measured and direct.

In the ring, Dunne releases Lorcan, who drops away toward the ropes.

Dunne plants his feet, waiting.

Ridge steps onto the apron and into the ring without breaking eye contact.

Now they’re face to face.

Dunne strikes first, a sharp forearm.

Ridge absorbs it and fires back with a heavy shot that drives Dunne back a step.

The crowd reacts.

They trade again. Tight, heavy strikes in the centre of the ring, neither man giving ground.

WADE BARRETT
“Dunne’s got enough on his plate with Lorcan. The last thing he needs is Ridge Holland stepping into this.”

Ridge steps in with a heavier forearm across the chest, knocking Dunne back into the ropes.

Dunne catches himself, then pushes forward again, but Ridge meets him and holds his ground.

They separate slightly.

Dunne studies him.

Then makes a decision.

He backs off.

One step, then another.

He slips through the ropes to the apron, eyes still locked on Ridge.

Ridge doesn’t follow.

Dunne drops to the floor and begins backing up the ramp, never turning away.

WADE BARRETT
“That’s smart. He doesn’t need to deal with this tonight.”

Ridge stands tall in the centre of the ring.

Behind him, Lorcan pulls himself up at ringside, watching.

Ridge glances back.

A brief look.

A nod.

Lorcan nods back.

VIC JOSEPH
“Lorcan refused to be disrespected, and now Ridge Holland is back looking for his own piece of The Ace.”

Dunne pauses halfway up the ramp, staring back.

Ridge stands firm.

The direction is clear.

The camera holds on Ridge...

The camera cuts back to Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett at the commentary desk, the noise of the crowd still buzzing behind them.

VIC JOSEPH
“Ridge Holland is back, and he’s wasted no time making his presence felt.”

WADE BARRETT
“And Pete Dunne now has a very different problem on his hands. He should be focusing on becoming the next NXT Champion, but it seems that past isn’t done with him yet.”

Vic nods, shifting the focus.

VIC JOSEPH
“Still to come tonight, Legado del Fantasma will be in action, and given everything we’ve seen from them in recent weeks, you have to wonder what kind of statement they’re looking to make.”

WADE BARRETT
“They’ve been very deliberate, Vic. Every move, every message, and I don’t expect tonight to be any different. I just feel sorry for whoever they're facing.”

VIC JOSEPH
“Plus, a huge tag team match in the women’s division. NXT Women's Champion Raquel González teams with Mercedes Martinez to face The Brand, Franky Monet and Jessi Kamea, with major title implications hanging over both sides.”

WADE BARRETT
“Martinez has made it clear what she wants, and Franky Monet is never far from the spotlight. That one will shape the entire championship picture.”

VIC JOSEPH
“And Indi Hartwell goes one-on-one with Tegan Nox. That’s a match with a lot of bad blood behind it.”

Wade nods.

WADE BARRETT
“And we’ve already seen how quickly things can escalate between the ladies of The Way and Team TCB.”

Vic leans slightly forward.

VIC JOSEPH
“Plus, that volatile sit-down between LA Knight and Tony D’Angelo, and our main event, Kyle O’Reilly teams with Finn Bálor and Roderick Strong to face Johnny Gargano, Austin Theory and Dexter Lumis of The Way.”

WADE BARRETT
“That is a main event with no shortage of tension, Vic.”

Vic nods.

VIC JOSEPH
“But right now, let’s take you backstage, where McKenzie Mitchell is standing by with Kushida to get his view on everything that happened last week.”

The camera cuts backstage, settling on a monitor that quietly hums in the background. On screen, the closing image from last week is frozen in place. Samoa Joe stands over both Bronson Reed and Kushida, the NXT Championship raised high as the aftermath of the attack lingers.

Kushida stands in front of it, arms folded, eyes locked on the image. There’s no panic in his expression, no frustration spilling over, just a quiet intensity as he studies what happened.

Beside him, Ikemen Jiro watches with far less restraint, shifting his weight, clearly feeling every second of it.

McKenzie Mitchell steps into frame, careful not to break the moment too abruptly.

MCKENZIE MITCHELL
“Kushida, earlier tonight Bronson Reed addressed Samoa Joe’s actions last week. You were also caught in that attack. What is your response?”

Kushida doesn’t answer straight away. He says something under his breath in Japanese, still looking at the screen, almost like he’s replaying the moment in his own head.

Jiro leans in immediately, picking up the thread.

IKEMEN JIRO
“Kushida says Samoa Joe crossed a line. This is not about wins or losses anymore, this is about respect, about what this ring is supposed to stand for.”

Kushida nods once, then continues speaking, his tone calm but deliberate.

Jiro translates, matching that tone but with more urgency.

IKEMEN JIRO
“He says he challenged Joe tonight, even if he is not one hundred percent, because he wants to face him properly. No surprise attacks, no cheap shots, no excuses.”

Kushida finally turns away from the monitor and faces McKenzie, the focus now fully forward. He speaks again, more firmly this time, like he’s drawing a line.

Jiro steps in again, translating with clarity.

IKEMEN JIRO
“Kushida says he has always respected this ring, every opponent, every match, and that is why he became one of the best Cruiserweight Champions in the world.”

Jiro pauses, then quickly adds, more personally, almost correcting himself.

IKEMEN JIRO
“He didn’t say that last part… that’s just what I think.”

There’s a small, genuine beat there.

Jiro gestures toward Kushida again, proud.

IKEMEN JIRO
“But Samoa Joe does not respect this ring… and he does not respect Kushida!”

Kushida steps forward slightly, finishing his thought.

Jiro listens, then delivers it with emphasis.

IKEMEN JIRO
“And Kushida says he will remind Samoa Joe what respect really means.”

There’s a brief pause as the words settle.

McKenzie nods.

MCKENZIE MITCHELL
“Thank you, Kushida.”

Kushida gives a small, respectful bow, then turns and walks out of frame, composed and focused, leaving with purpose rather than anger.

Jiro watches him go, still energised, nodding to himself as if reinforcing everything he just said.

He turns back toward McKenzie, ready to add more...

He never sees Ciampa step into frame behind him.

A sudden impact.

Ciampa drives a knee sharply into Jiro’s back, sending him crashing forward onto the concrete.

McKenzie recoils instantly, stepping back as Jiro groans, clutching his spine.

Ciampa stands over him, breathing steady, the NXT Cruiserweight Championship draped over his shoulder, catching the light.

He adjusts it slightly before looking up toward the hallway Kushida just exited through.

Then back down at Jiro.

Slowly, he bends and picks up the microphone, taking a moment to compose himself.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“You want to talk about respect…”

He glances toward the monitor, still showing Joe standing over Kushida.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“Let’s talk about it.”

He begins to pace, slow and deliberate, one hand briefly resting on the Cruiserweight Championship as he speaks.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“Kushida says he respects this ring. He respects his opponents. He does things the right way.”

A slight nod, as if he understands the argument.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“And where did that get him?”

He gestures back toward the screen.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“Flat on his back. Choked out. Left behind.”

Jiro stirs, trying to push himself up.

Ciampa looks down at him now, more directly.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“And you…”

A small pause.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“You stand here repeating it like it means something.”

He crouches slightly, bringing himself closer to Jiro.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“That’s your problem.”

Another beat.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“You picked the wrong guy to believe in.”

He straightens slowly, adjusting the championship on his shoulder.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“If you’re going to idolise someone in this ring…”

A slight tilt of the head.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“Choose better heroes.”

Jiro winces, trying to push himself up again.

Ciampa steps back, now addressing both Jiro and the camera.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“Because respect doesn’t protect you.”

A small shake of the head.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“It makes you predictable.”

He taps the title lightly with his hand.

TOMMASO CIAMPA
“And predictable… gets you hurt.”

He gestures down at Jiro one last time.

Ciampa lets the microphone fall.

Jiro rolls onto his side, clutching his back, trying to steady himself.

"The Psycho Killer" takes one last look toward the hallway Kushida disappeared down, then turns and walks off, calm, composed, the championship resting firmly on his shoulder.

The camera lingers on Jiro on the floor.

Behind him, the monitor still shows Samoa Joe standing tall.

The camera cuts back to the arena, the crowd still reacting after the scenes backstage.

Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett are back on commentary.

VIC JOSEPH
“What did we just see backstage?”

WADE BARRETT
“That was Tommaso Ciampa reminding everyone exactly why he is the NXT Cruiserweight Champion, and why they call him the Sicilian Psychopath.”

Vic nods, resetting the tone.

VIC JOSEPH
“Still to come tonight, that huge trios main event, but right now, we turn our attention to a group that has been re-establishing themselves in a very deliberate way since returning to NXT.”

Wade straightens slightly.

WADE BARRETT
“Calculated. Methodical. And now more dangerous than ever. Legado del Fantasma have taken their time, and with Don Reyes guiding them, they’ve come back sharper and more ruthless than before.”

The lights dim fully.

A low, rhythmic pulse builds through the arena before the opening notes hit.

♪ Legado ♪

Santos Escobar steps out onto the stage in ring gear, composed, focused. Don Reyes follows just behind him, hands loosely clasped, eyes scanning the arena. Joaquin Wilde and Raul Mendoza step out behind them, moving with sharp precision, their focus fixed on the ring.

They pause at the top of the ramp, letting the reaction settle without playing to it.

VIC JOSEPH
“Legado del Fantasma have made their intentions very clear over the past few weeks, and tonight they look to reinforce that message.”

WADE BARRETT
“They’ve always had the talent, Vic. Now they’ve got direction, and that makes them very dangerous.”

Escobar gestures forward.

Wilde and Mendoza begin the walk down the ramp in sync, measured and controlled, while Reyes stays close to Escobar.

At ringside, Wilde slides in first and rises immediately into position. Mendoza steps through the ropes and takes the opposite side.

Escobar takes the steps, pauses on the apron, then enters. Reyes steps in after him, unhurried.

Alicia Taylor steps forward.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing Legado del Fantasma… from Mexico City, Mexico… Santos Escobar!”

A mixed reaction fills the arena.

Escobar steps forward, microphone already in hand.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“Last week, you saw exactly what Legado del Fantasma stands for.”

He paces slowly, measured.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“You saw what happens when we are disrespected.”

A slight pause.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“Lince Dorado. Gran Metalik.”

A faint shake of the head.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“They represent everything that is wrong with lucha libre today.”

A section of the crowd fires back.

“LUCHA! LUCHA! LUCHA!”

Escobar stops, listening. A smirk crosses his face.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“You hear that?”

He looks out into the crowd.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“That chant right there… that is exactly what I am talking about.”

The chant continues, louder.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“Once, lucha libre was about skill. Precision. Pride.”

He gestures outward.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“Now it is reduced to noise.”

The chant persists.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“A chant… and a piñata.”

Boos mix with the chant.

Escobar steps closer to the hard camera.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“I became a superstar when I removed the mask. When I stopped hiding behind tradition and started defining it.”

He lowers his voice slightly.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“And now, true lucha royalty will rise right here in NXT.”

He lowers the microphone.

Don Reyes steps forward, taking it calmly, letting the noise settle before he speaks.

DON REYES
“It is… fascinating.”

He looks around slowly.

DON REYES
“For weeks, I have watched this place. I have waited. Patiently.”

He glances toward the stage.

DON REYES
“But tonight… Nigel McGuinness has made a decision that I can respect.”

He gestures lightly toward Wilde and Mendoza.

DON REYES
“He has given my men the opportunity to remind you.”

A pause.

DON REYES
“They are hungry.”

Another pause.

DON REYES
“They are disciplined.”

He looks back toward the camera.

DON REYES
“And they are far more dangerous than you realise.”

A quiet chuckle.

DON REYES
“MSK will have their moment. I am a patient man.”

He steps closer to Escobar, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder.

DON REYES
“But tonight… you will watch El Jefe.”

A beat.

DON REYES
“Santos Escobar.”

He raises the microphone slightly again.

DON REYES
“So tell me, Nigel… who have you chosen to entertain us?”

The tron flickers to life.

Nigel McGuinness appears from his office, composed, a little breathless as if he has been dealing with multiple things at once.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“Santos, Don… I’m sorry I can’t be there in person tonight. As you’ve probably noticed, things have been a little… chaotic backstage.”

A knowing look.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“Now, I understand there’s been some frustration. You felt overlooked. You felt like you weren’t given the opportunity you deserved.”

He nods slightly.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“So I decided to make it up to you.”

The crowd begins to buzz.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“And trust me, I had to pull a few strings to make this happen.”

A pause.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“I’ve brought in a second-generation star all the way from Mexico, and a very special guest to do the introductions....”

Ricardo Rodriguez steps onto the stage.

The crowd reacts immediately.

VIC JOSEPH
“Ricardo Rodriguez… what a surprise!”

Ricardo smiles, soaking it in before raising the microphone.

RICARDO RODRIGUEZ
“It’s been a while… since I’ve had to do this.”

A cheer follows.

RICARDO RODRIGUEZ
“But some things… you never forget.”

He settles into stance, shifting into that familiar cadence.

RICARDO RODRIGUEZ
“Ladies… and gentlemen…”

The crowd begins to rise with him.

RICARDO RODRIGUEZ
“I have had the honour of introducing champions… legends… men who carry legacy wherever they go…”

The anticipation builds.

RICARDO RODRIGUEZ
“And tonight…”

A pause.

RICARDO RODRIGUEZ
“I bring to NXT… a second-generation star…”

Another pause.

RICARDO RODRIGUEZ
“A name that carries history…”

The murmur grows.

RICARDO RODRIGUEZ
“A name that represents lucha libre!”

For a split second, it feels obvious.

Ricardo smiles. Then pivots.

RICARDO RODRIGUEZ
“El Hijo de El Local!”

The energy flips.

A masked competitor bursts onto the stage and sprints down the ramp.

VIC JOSEPH
“El Hijo de El Local, and fans may remember El Local from his time here in NXT as part of Los Locales.”

A small beat.

VIC JOSEPH
“One of those El Locals even challenged for the NXT Tag Team Titles before the pair went off and formed their own team.”

WADE BARRETT
“Which does raise the question… which El Local he’s actually the son of.”

In the ring, Escobar’s expression hardens. Wilde and Mendoza step forward, irritated, while Reyes remains still, watching with quiet interest.

El Hijo de El Local slides into the ring and pops to his feet, feeding off the crowd.

“LUCHA! LUCHA! LUCHA!”

Across from him, Santos Escobar doesn’t move. He watches. Studies.

The referee steps in, checks both men, then signals for the bell.

For a moment, neither man moves.

El Hijo de El Local steps forward first, looking to bring the fight.

Escobar meets him halfway.

A quick lock-up.

Escobar immediately takes control, slipping behind into a tight waistlock before dragging him down to the mat with ease. He transitions smoothly, controlling the wrist, slowing everything down before El Hijo of El Local can build any rhythm.

VIC JOSEPH
“Escobar not allowing any of that early momentum to build here.”

El Hijo of El Local tries to fight up, twisting through, but Escobar stays attached, dragging him back down and forcing him into the corner.

A sharp forearm.

Another.

Escobar pulls him out of the corner and drops him with a clean, controlled takedown.

WADE BARRETT
“This is the difference. Escobar dictates the pace from the opening bell.”

Escobar lifts him again, this time guiding him toward the ropes before sending him through to the outside.

Escobar doesn’t rush.

He steps through the ropes deliberately.

The crowd noise builds again.

“LUCHA! LUCHA! LUCHA!”

Escobar ignores it.

He grabs El Hijo de El Local and drives him straight into the barricade, the impact heavy and controlled.

He doesn’t stop.

He pulls him up again and walks him a few steps before launching him hard into the plexiglass.

The panel rattles on impact.

VIC JOSEPH
“Driven straight into the plexiglass!”

WADE BARRETT
“And Escobar is making a statement here.”

Escobar steps back for a moment, taking in the scene, then rolls El Hijo de El Local back into the ring.

He follows, composed.

Inside the ring, he slows it down further.

A stomp to the midsection.

Another.

He pulls him up and plants him with a snap backbreaker, keeping him grounded.

El Hijo de El Local tries to fight back, pushing up, throwing a desperate strike, but Escobar cuts him off with a sharp kick to the body.

Escobar hooks him, controlling the arms, dragging him back to his feet.

VIC JOSEPH
“Every time El Hijo de El Local tries to build something, Escobar shuts it down.”

Escobar steps back.

Superkick.

It lands clean.

He doesn’t hesitate.

He pulls him straight back up.

Phantom Driver.

He drives him down with authority and rolls through into the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE.

The bell rings.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“Here is your winner… Santos Escobar!”

Winner: Santos Escobar, via pinfall (3:12)

Escobar rises slowly, barely breathing heavier, adjusting his wrist tape as if this was routine.

VIC JOSEPH
“That was complete control from Santos Escobar.”

WADE BARRETT
“He made an example out of him.”

Wilde and Mendoza enter immediately, dragging El Hijo de El Local up as the crowd boos and the “LUCHA” chant tries to rise again.

VIC JOSEPH
“This is unnecessary.”

They hold him in place as Mendoza rips at the mask, the camera staying tight as it comes free.

El Hijo de El Local covers his face instantly.

Ricardo Rodriguez rushes in, pleading, but Wilde and Mendoza grab him and drag him out of the ring.

Escobar steps forward, looking down at El Hijo de El Local.

SANTOS ESCOBAR
“This… is lucha libre.”

He lets the mask fall at his feet.

Officials rush down as Escobar stands tall, Don Reyes stepping up beside him, calm, composed, watching it all unfold like it was always the plan.

He drops the mask at his feet.

Officials rush down.

The tron flickers back to Nigel.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“Santos… Don… congratulations. Very impressive.”

A pause.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“However, I’ve had some rather irate calls from Adam Pearce following what happened to Lince Dorado and Gran Metalik last week.”

The crowd murmurs.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“Thankfully, those two have been a little more understanding.”

A beat.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“In fact, they’ve issued a challenge for next week.”

Escobar looks up.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“And I’ve accepted it on your behalf.”

Another pause.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
“Next week, Legado del Fantasma will face Lince Dorado and Gran Metalik in a lucha libre rules tag team match.”

The crowd reacts, a fresh “LUCHA” chant beginning to build again.

VIC JOSEPH
“That is going to be something special.”

WADE BARRETT
“And after what we’ve just seen, it’s going to be explosive.”

In the ring, Escobar slowly looks down at the mask again.

Then up at the screen.

No words.

Don Reyes steps slightly forward, a faint smile returning, almost as if this is exactly what he wanted.

Escobar nudges the mask aside with his boot.

A quiet message.

Accepted.

The tron fades.

The camera lingers on Legado del Fantasma standing tall in the centre of the ring as the chant continues around them.

The camera cuts backstage to a corridor just outside the locker room.

A monitor on the wall is still replaying the closing moments of Legado del Fantasma’s assault, the image of the mask being pulled away flickering over and over.

MSK stand in front of it.

Wes Lee leans slightly forward, arms folded, eyes fixed on the screen. Nash Carter stands just off to his side, hands on hips, watching it play out again.

Wes exhales through his nose.

WES LEE
“How are they walking around like they run the division?”

Nash doesn’t take his eyes off the screen.

NASH CARTER
“They’re not the champions.”

A beat.

He looks up now, toward the camera, then back to the monitor.

NASH CARTER
“We are.”

The replay loops again.

Wes straightens up, turning away from the screen.

WES LEE
“If you want to make a statement…”

He glances back over his shoulder.

WES LEE
“You come through us.”

They both turn to walk off...

Ever-Rise step into frame.

Chase Parker arrives first, a little too eager, adjusting his jacket as if he’s just worked himself up to this moment. Matt Martel follows just behind, nodding along before anything’s even been said.

CHASE PARKER
“Hey. Hey guys.”

MSK stop.

Nash closes his eyes for half a second.

NASH CARTER
“…we’re not doing the show.”

Wes shakes his head immediately.

WES LEE
“No podcast. Not tonight.”

Ever-Rise freeze.

Chase looks genuinely confused.

CHASE PARKER
“What? No, no, no, this isn’t that.”

Matt gestures quickly.

MATT MARTEL
“Not a show.”

CHASE PARKER
“This is serious.”

That alone shifts the energy.

MSK exchange a quick look.

Nash folds his arms.

NASH CARTER
“Alright.”

CHASE PARKER
“We just wanted to say… we see what’s going on.”

He gestures vaguely back toward the monitor.

CHASE PARKER
“Everything’s changing.”

MATT MARTEL
“Things are opening up.”

CHASE PARKER
“Opportunities.”

A beat.

Chase steps a little closer, lowering his voice like this matters.

CHASE PARKER
“And we think it’s time.”

Wes studies him carefully.

WES LEE
“Time for what?”

MATT MARTEL
“For us to step up.”

CHASE PARKER
“We’ve been putting the work in, we’ve been showing up every week, and honestly…”

He shrugs.

CHASE PARKER
“We think we’ve earned a shot.”

Nash tilts his head slightly.

NASH CARTER
“By talking to us?”

CHASE PARKER
“No, not just talking...”

MATT MARTEL
“We beat Breezango.”

CHASE PARKER
“Who challenged you two weeks ago, and you accepted...”

That line lands.

It hangs in the space.

MSK don’t respond straight away.

Behind them, just out of frame...

Movement.

Breezango step into view.

Tyler Breeze removes his sunglasses slowly, expression flat. Fandango stands beside him, already tense, eyes locked on Ever-Rise.

They’ve heard everything.

FANDANGO
“You did what?”

Ever-Rise turn.

Chase forces a smile.

CHASE PARKER
“Oh. Hey.”

MATT MARTEL
“Hey guys.”

Fandango steps closer, closing the distance immediately.

FANDANGO
“You beat us.”

A beat.

CHASE PARKER
“I mean… yeah.”

Sensing a bit of tension Martel tries to deflect.

MATT MARTEL
“Not just us, obviously. They did too!"

Fandango nods once as Ever-Rise realise how that may have landed.

Slow.

FANDANGO
“Yeah.”

Another step forward.

FANDANGO
“That’s what we’re calling it.”

The tone has shifted now.

Breeze steps in beside him, quieter, but sharper.

TYLER BREEZE
“You had your little friend, Malcolm, doing all your bidding. You don't get to do all that and tell us you beat us like it means something.”

Ever-Rise bristle.

MATT MARTEL
“It does mean something.”

CHASE PARKER
“A win’s a win. Besides, we never told Malcolm to do anything!”

MATT MARTEL
“In fact, we told him not to!"

Fandango’s jaw tightens.

FANDANGO
“No.”

A beat.

He points directly at them.

FANDANGO
“You two think you're all funny with your podcast, and your coffee cups, and your cringe comedy. You really think you're better than us?”

Silence settles.

FANDANGO
“Then prove it.”

That lands heavier than anything else.

Wes glances between them, then takes a small step back, creating space.

Nash does the same.

They’re not involved anymore.

They’re watching.

Letting it happen.

Breeze looks at Fandango.

A small nod passes between them.

FANDANGO
“Next week.”

All eyes lock in.

FANDANGO
“You two.”

He points at Ever-Rise.

FANDANGO
“Us.”

A beat.

FANDANGO
“No excuses.”

Chase looks at Matt.

Matt nods immediately.

MATT MARTEL
“Yeah.”

CHASE PARKER
“…yeah. Okay.”

Breeze slides his sunglasses back on, but his voice stays cold.

TYLER BREEZE
“Good.”

A step closer.

TYLER BREEZE
“Let’s see how much that win really means.”

Breezango turn and walk off, not waiting for a response.

Ever-Rise watch them go.

For a second, neither of them says anything.

CHASE PARKER
“…we can win that.”

MATT MARTEL
“We already did.”

A beat.

CHASE PARKER
“…yeah.”

MSK remain where they are.

Wes looks at Nash.

WES LEE
“Everybody’s making moves.”

Nash nods.

NASH CARTER
“Good.”

A beat.

NASH CARTER
“I just hope they can all keep up with us.”

Wes smirks slightly.

They turn and walk off down the opposite corridor.

The camera lingers.

Ever-Rise are still there.

Trying to hold onto the confidence.

CHASE PARKER
“…we’re ready.”

MATT MARTEL
“Definitely ready.”

A beat.

CHASE PARKER
“…we should probably go and get ready. We have a match to train for!”

Matt nods.

MATT MARTEL
“Yeah.”

They turn and head in the same direction Breezango went, a little quicker now.

The camera holds on the empty corridor for just a moment.

We transition to a locker room, Raquel González stands near the centre of the space, already focused, rolling her shoulders once as she steadies her breathing.

Mercedes Martinez is a few steps away, pacing slowly, hands flexing, working through her own rhythm.

There is space between them.

Not tension, but not comfort either.

Dakota Kai stands just behind Raquel.

Her hand rests lightly against Raquel’s arm, steady, consistent. She leans in slightly as she speaks, her voice unheard, her focus entirely on Raquel.

Raquel nods once.

Mercedes stops pacing.

She looks over.

For a moment, the two women just hold each other’s gaze.

Then Mercedes steps forward.

She comes to stand beside Raquel, not in front, not behind. Level.

Raquel shifts her stance slightly to match her.

The space between them is gone.

VIC JOSEPH
“Up next, a huge tag team match in the NXT women’s division, and it’s a fascinating dynamic.”

Dakota’s hand remains in place, steady, as Raquel reaches back briefly and taps it in acknowledgement.

WADE BARRETT
“Raquel González and Mercedes Martinez have had their issues, but tonight they’re on the same side, and that could make them very dangerous.”

Mercedes rolls her neck once, then looks toward the door.

Raquel steps forward.

Mercedes follows immediately.

Dakota stays close, hand returning lightly to Raquel’s arm as they move.

They exit the room together.

Cut.

Another locker room.

The Brand are gathered near a vanity mirror, but this time they are already standing, already prepared.

Jessi Kamea adjusts her wrist tape, then drops her arms, focused.

Aliyah checks her reflection one last time, the pink diamanté neck brace catching the light as she straightens her posture and lifts her chin.

Franky Monet stands slightly ahead of them.

Not by accident.

She watches both of them through the mirror, then turns away from it first, stepping toward the door.

VIC JOSEPH
“And on the other side, The Brand, with Franky Monet leading the way.”

Franky pauses just before the exit.

She adjusts her glove slowly, deliberately, eyes forward.

WADE BARRETT
“And you have to believe that the Premiere Blonde is looking to make this about her.”

Jessi steps in behind her.

Aliyah follows.

Franky doesn’t look back.

She leads.

VIC JOSEPH
“With both Mercedes Martinez and Franky Monet eyeing the NXT Women’s Championship, the stakes could not be clearer.”

The Brand exit the room.

Cut.

The gorilla position.

Raquel steps into frame first, stopping just short of the curtain.

Mercedes moves up beside her immediately.

Dakota stands just behind, her hand resting lightly against Raquel’s arm again, grounding, steady.

Raquel exhales slowly.

Mercedes cracks her knuckles once.

They’re ready.

Cut to the opposite side.

Franky steps into gorilla, composed, already carrying herself like the centre of attention.

Jessi and Aliyah fall in behind her.

Franky adjusts her stance, eyes locked ahead.

She doesn’t share the space.

She takes it.

WADE BARRETT
“The winning team here will have a major say in who steps up next to challenge for that NXT Women’s Championship.”

VIC JOSEPH
“This is about more than momentum. This is about the future of the division.”

A final split shot.

Raquel and Mercedes, side by side.

Franky, one step ahead of her team.

The curtain waits.

VIC JOSEPH
“That match is next.”

The lights shift.

The curtain begins to move.

Cut to black.

Commercial.

We return from commercial to a wide shot of the Capitol Performance Center, the crowd buzzing as the next contest is set.

VIC JOSEPH
“Welcome back to NXT. Before the break, we saw Raquel González and Mercedes Martinez find some common ground backstage, and that comes after what happened last week, when The Brand jumped the champion after her match.”

WADE BARRETT
“And it was Mercedes Martinez who made the save - whether that's through friendship or opportunity remains to be seen, but when you're up against a trio as crafty as The Brand, you're going to need all the help you can get.”

The lights shift.

♪ I’m a Star ♪

Franky Monet steps out first, poised and immaculate, every movement measured like she knows exactly how she wants this to look. Jessi Kamea follows with the same polished confidence, shoulders back, expression set. Aliyah trails behind them, the rhinestone neck brace still in place, more accessory than sympathy.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“Introducing first, accompanied by Aliyah. At a combined weight of 265 pounds, Franky Monet and Jessi Kamea - The Brand!”

VIC JOSEPH
“Everything about The Brand is deliberate. The way they dress, the way they move, the way they carry themselves.”

WADE BARRETT
“And tonight, if they win, it’s Franky Monet who becomes the number one contender to the NXT Women’s Championship. That is all the motivation she needs.”

The music fades.

♪ Trap Queen ♪

Raquel González steps through the curtain first, the NXT Women’s Championship slung over her shoulder. She stops almost immediately and turns back.

Dakota Kai emerges behind her carefully, her movement cautious, vision narrowed. Raquel reaches for her without hesitation and guides her forward with a steady hand at the arm.

♪ Riot ♪

Mercedes Martinez follows a beat later, jaw set, eyes fixed on the ring. She clocks the scene in front of her, then steps in alongside them, all three moving down the ramp together in their own uneven, hard-earned formation.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“And their opponents. Accompanied by Dakota Kai. At a combined weight of 328 pounds, Mercedes Martinez, and the NXT Women’s Champion, Raquel González!”

VIC JOSEPH
“And if Raquel and Mercedes win, Martinez becomes the number one contender.”

WADE BARRETT
“That’s what makes this so interesting. Dakota Kai has put her ego aside to help bring this team together, but the reward only goes one way. Mercedes knows exactly what is at stake.”

Raquel hands the title off at ringside, helping Dakota settle into position before stepping onto the apron. Mercedes is already through the ropes. Across from them, Franky and Jessi stand composed in their corner as Aja Smith calls for the bell.

The match opens with Jessi opposite Raquel, and the difference in approach is immediate. Jessi tries to stay long, to keep the champion turning rather than planting her feet, but Raquel closes that space with one hard burst and knocks her flat with a shoulder block that sends her scrambling toward the ropes. Jessi gets up faster than she went down, jaw tightening more than her eyes, and quickly brings Franky in.

Franky enters with more patience. She circles, steps in and out, tapping at Raquel’s base with quick kicks and forcing her to adjust. It is not about hurting her yet. It is about moving her. Raquel reaches once, misses, then catches Franky the second time and muscles her into the corner, forcing a clean break before tagging Mercedes.

Mercedes changes the texture of the match straight away. Where Raquel imposes, Mercedes constricts. She catches Franky close and keeps her there, short forearms, a knife-edge chop, then another, backing her toward the ropes before snapping her over with a tight stalling vertical suplex that gets a quick two count.

VIC JOSEPH
“Very different kind of control from Mercedes Martinez.”

WADE BARRETT
“She doesn’t let you breathe, Vic. That’s why she’s been a threat everywhere she’s gone.”

Franky slips away before Mercedes can settle fully, drawing Jessi back into the match. The Brand start to find their rhythm there, not through anything overwhelming, but through timing. Jessi clips Mercedes with a back elbow, Franky follows with a fast dropkick, then Jessi is back in to keep the pressure on. A running senton gets another near fall, and when Mercedes powers a shoulder up, Jessi looks more annoyed than surprised.

Mercedes absorbs the next rush, plants her feet and catches Jessi coming in with a spinebuster that rattles the ring. Both women stay down just long enough for the crowd to rise with them, and this time the tag to Raquel comes clean.

Raquel enters with force and room to use it. Jessi is cut down with a clothesline before she can reset, and when Franky tries to step in and steal the pace back, Raquel drags her in the hard way and throws her with a fallaway slam that sends her rolling toward the corner. Jessi stumbles upright into a Biel throw that carries her halfway across the ring. The champion follows, driving her into the corner with a body avalanche and then flattening her with a spinning front powerslam for a close two count that forces Franky to break it.

VIC JOSEPH
“Raquel González starting to take over now.”

WADE BARRETT
“And this is where The Brand get uncomfortable. When they can’t dictate the picture.”

The ring starts to fill. Mercedes comes back in to cut Franky off, and for the first time all match she and Raquel move like a team rather than two allies sharing a goal. Raquel drops back to the apron as Mercedes steps through, and when Jessi tries to sneak in off the blind side, Raquel is there to stop her before she can really turn the tide. It draws a strong reaction, not because it is spectacular, but because it is seamless.

VIC JOSEPH
“That right there is Dakota’s influence. A few weeks ago, they’re stepping on each other. Tonight, they’re covering for one another.”

Mercedes takes that momentum and leans into it. Franky is grounded, dragged back toward centre, then folded up with a fisherman buster for another near fall. Franky kicks out a beat later than before and has to roll all the way to the ropes to steady herself. Mercedes follows, but not recklessly. She brings her back into the middle, keeps her away from Aliyah, keeps her away from Jessi, and when Franky tries to slip behind, Mercedes catches her with a sharp big boot that drops her where she stands.

Jessi reaches in from the apron, shouting for the tag. Franky is close, but Mercedes drags her away by the leg and turns her over into the Brass City Sleeper.

It is deep immediately.

Franky claws at the hold, tries to twist her hips, tries to find space, but Mercedes stays attached and drops her weight, face hard, grip tightening as Franky’s movement starts to fade. The crowd senses it before commentary says it. Franky’s hand lifts and she starts tapping against Mercedes’ arm.

Franky claws at the hold, tries to twist her hips, tries to find space, but Mercedes stays attached and drops her weight, face hard, grip tightening as Franky’s movement starts to fade. The crowd senses it before commentary says it. Franky’s hand lifts and she starts tapping against Mercedes’ arm.

VIC JOSEPH
“Franky Monet is tapping!”

But the official does not see it.

On the floor, Aliyah has moved. Not to the ring. Not to the referee. To Dakota.

She drifts into her space just enough to draw a reaction, clapping once, then again, forcing Dakota to turn toward her.

VIC JOSEPH
“Wait a second, Aliyah’s over with Dakota Kai...”

WADE BARRETT
“She’s not there by accident.”

Raquel sees it instantly and drops from the apron to step between them, protective instinct taking over in one movement.

WADE BARRETT
“That’s exactly what they want. Pull the champion’s attention away from the ring.”

Aja’s attention shifts with the commotion outside.

VIC JOSEPH
“And the referee’s been drawn to it as well!”

Mercedes feels the break in the moment before she fully sees it. She keeps the hold on for another beat, waiting for the call that never comes, then finally lets go in frustration and turns toward the official.

WADE BARRETT
“The damage is done.”

That opening is all Jessi needs.

She storms in and catches Mercedes flush with the spinning heel kick, the shot landing clean enough to buckle her where she stands. Mercedes drops to a knee, stunned, and Franky is already moving. She doesn’t waste a second. Up to the top rope in one smooth climb, a quick glance down, then the split-legged moonsault (not quite a Starship Pain) lands perfectly across Martinez.

Aja turns back just as Franky hooks the leg.

ONE

TWO

THREE.

The bell rings and The Brand are already pulling away from the danger.

ALICIA TAYLOR
“Here are your winners, Jessi Kamea and Franky Monet - The Brand!”

Winners: The Brand, via pinfall (09:25)

VIC JOSEPH
“Franky Monet has done it. She just earned herself a shot at the NXT Women’s Championship.”

WADE BARRETT
“That is not luck. That is The Brand finding the weakness in Raquel and Mercedes’ camp and striking at exactly the right time.”

Franky rolls out to the floor and backs up the ramp with Jessi and Aliyah, all three satisfied without needing to overplay it. In the ring, Mercedes sits up hard, furious, not lost, not confused, but fully aware of what slipped through her fingers. Raquel slides back in and reaches the ropes just in time to see The Brand turning away.

That’s enough for both of them.

Raquel steps through the ropes and Mercedes is right behind her, the two of them storming up the aisle far enough to chase The Brand off the stage. Franky keeps moving, never once breaking stride, but she turns just before disappearing and points straight back at the title over Raquel’s shoulder.

Back in the ring area, Mercedes slows first. The fight drains into frustration. She runs both hands back through her hair, staring at the mat for a moment before looking back toward the stage. Raquel stays near her, saying nothing, not forcing anything. Dakota steps up beside them carefully, guided back into place by proximity more than words.

VIC JOSEPH
“Mercedes Martinez had that match won. You just have to feel her frustration, Wade.”

WADE BARRETT
“Mercedes likes to call herself The Gatekeeper of Women's Wrestling, but tonight she made a rookie mistake and took her eye off the ball. Tonight, The Brand didn't outpower Mercedes and Raquel. They outmanoeuvred them.”

Mercedes exhales, still simmering, knowing her chance may have just gone with it. Raquel stands near the ropes, still watching the stage.

Mercedes has turned away now, pacing once, frustration still there but contained. She stops, exhales, then looks back toward Raquel.

Dakota remains just behind them, steady, unaware of how much just ran through her.

No words.

Just a look between Raquel and Mercedes.

Not broken.

Not settled.

VIC JOSEPH
“Franky Monet is heading to Halloween Havoc with a championship opportunity… And now the question becomes, where do Raquel González and Mercedes Martinez go from here?”

WADE BARRETT
“In very different directions, I would imagine.”

Raquel rests her hands on the top rope, staring out.

Mercedes steps past her, not brushing her off, not acknowledging her either. Just moving.

Dakota hesitates for half a second.

Raquel gently guides her to follow.

They exit together.

VIC JOSEPH
“Still to come tonight, our huge trios main event…”

WADE BARRETT
“And after Nigel McGuinness announced earlier tonight that there will be a 20-man battle royal for a shot at the now-vacant NXT North American Championship, the stakes have well and truly been raised."

We cut backstage to the interview bit where McKenzie Mitchell stands ready.

"The Warrior of the Sun", Sarray, beside her. Calm. Composed. There’s a quiet reset in her posture.

There’s a quiet reset in her posture.

MCKENZIE MITCHELL
“Sarray, it’s been a few weeks since your loss to Toni Storm in the build to TakeOver… and with Zoey Stark sidelined through injury, what’s next for you?”

Sarray nods slightly, taking that in. She’s about to answer—

UNKNOWN VOICE (O.S.)
“…See, this is what I don’t get.”

Jacy Jayne steps into frame, already mid-thought. No hesitation.

She doesn’t look at McKenzie. Straight to Sarray.

JACY JAYNE
“I’ve been watching, trying to figure out what everyone’s so excited about.”

She gestures loosely toward Sarray.

JACY JAYNE
“And I don’t see it.”

A small beat. Let that sit.

JACY JAYNE
“I thought the NXT Universe would’ve got the memo a few weeks ago.”

She tilts her head slightly.

JACY JAYNE
“When Toni Storm beat you.”

Sarray doesn’t react outwardly. Just listening.

JACY JAYNE
“But here we are… still talking about you.”

She gives a small, incredulous laugh.

JACY JAYNE
“And I’m the one who’s new.”

Now she steps in a little closer, more conviction building as she goes.

JACY JAYNE
“But I’m not afraid to back down from anyone.”

A quick, confident nod.

JACY JAYNE
“I already stepped to the NXT Women’s Champion.”

She lets that hang like it should mean something.

JACY JAYNE
“And if anyone should be getting attention right now…”

A slight shrug.

JACY JAYNE
“It should be me.”

Silence.

Sarray finally turns her head, meeting Jacy’s eyes.

No frustration.

Just clarity.

SARRAY
“I admire your confidence.”

That catches Jacy slightly off guard.

SARRAY
“You stood in front of Raquel González.”

A small nod.

SARRAY
“But you did not give her a fight.”

That lands. Calm. Certain.

Jacy’s expression tightens, just for a moment.

Sarray takes a small step forward now.

SARRAY
“You want to be seen.”

A beat.

SARRAY
“You want to be talked about.”

Another step. Not aggressive. Just closing space.

SARRAY
“Then next week…”

A slight pause.

SARRAY
“I will give you what you are asking for.”

Beat.

SARRAY
“A fight.”

That lands heavier than anything raised voice could do.

Jacy exhales through her nose, a smirk returning but thinner now.

JACY JAYNE
“Good.”

She leans in slightly.

JACY JAYNE
“Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Jacy brushes past her shoulder, heading off.

Sarray shifts slightly from the contact… but doesn’t turn.

MCKENZIE MITCHELL
“…It looks like that match is set for next week.”

Sarray remains still.

Eyes forward.

Focused.

VIC JOSEPH
“Next week, Sarray looks to respond to Jacy Jayne one-on-one…”

WADE BARRETT
“And if Jacy wants the spotlight, she’s about to find out exactly what comes with it.”

A brief pause. Let it breathe.

VIC JOSEPH
“But right now… things are about to get a lot more personal.”

WADE BARRETT
“The invitation was issued… and it was accepted.”

VIC JOSEPH
“LA Knight and Cal Lannister… Tony D’Angelo…”

A slight beat.

VIC JOSEPH
“They sit down. Next.”

Earlier This Week

The street sits just far enough away from the noise of Manhattan to feel separate from it. No crowds. No rush. Just the low hum of traffic somewhere in the distance and the occasional car passing through without slowing.

The building does not advertise itself. No signage. No lights. Just a clean frontage, darkened windows, and a single door that looks like it opens only when it needs to.

Across the street, a car sits parked with its engine idling. Not hidden. Not obvious. Just present.

Knight steps out of his car, adjusting his jacket, eyes scanning the street like he’s already decided this isn’t worth his time.

LA KNIGHT
"…we flew all the way out here for this?"

Cal closes his door more carefully, his gaze moving past the building, picking up on the details Knight has clocked but dismissed.

CAL LANNISTER
"His call."

Knight starts toward the entrance, confident, unhurried. There’s a slight hesitation as he clocks the parked car again. He doesn’t acknowledge it out loud.

LA KNIGHT
"Stay at my side."

Cal nods, already in step behind him.

The door opens before they reach it.

The doorman stands there, posture straight, expression neutral in a way that feels rehearsed.

DOORMAN
"Mr. Knight."

A polite nod to Cal.

DOORMAN
"Mr. D’Angelo has been expecting you."

Knight pauses for half a second, just long enough for that to register, then walks straight past him.

Inside, the air changes.

The noise of the street dulls behind them. The space is quieter, tighter. The lighting is low but precise, casting clean edges across the room. Nothing feels decorative. Everything feels placed.

Their footsteps carry as they move further in.

They are not left alone. They are guided.

It’s only a short walk, but the entrance already feels distant. The outside feels removed.

The room is simple. A table. Chairs. Nothing else.

But it does not feel empty.

It feels controlled.

Tony is already seated.

Still. Hands resting in front of him. Not distracted. Not waiting. Just present.

He does not look up immediately.

Knight notices that.

The scrape of the chair as Knight pulls it out cuts through the room. He sits without invitation, leaning back, claiming space. Cal remains standing just behind him, but hisvposture is no longer relaxed. She is alert now, watching Tony, watching the room.

Tony lifts his eyes.

TONY D’ANGELO
"You made the trip."

LA KNIGHT
"Let’s not pretend this was for me."

TONY D’ANGELO
"No… it wasn’t."

Tony studies him, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world.

TONY D’ANGELO
"I didn’t come looking for you."

Knight leans forward, forearms on the table, closing distance.

LA KNIGHT
"You’ve had one match. On Evolve. You haven’t even stepped into an NXT ring yet… and you think you’re on my level?"

Tony lets it sit. No reaction. Just focus.

TONY D’ANGELO
"I didn’t want smoke with you."

He shifts forward slightly.

TONY D’ANGELO
"But you went and made me a problem."

Cal’s weight shifts behind Knight, subtle but immediate.

Knight taps the table once, sharper now.

LA KNIGHT
"You put a number on me."

His tone hardens.

LA KNIGHT
"That’s disrespect."

TONY D’ANGELO
"That’s business."

Knight leans in further, jaw tightening.

LA KNIGHT
"No."

A beat as he stares him down.

LA KNIGHT
"That’s you not knowing where you stand."

Tony doesn’t flinch. If anything, he settles further into the chair, like this is exactly where he expected things to go.

TONY D’ANGELO
"I know exactly where I stand."

A controlled pause.

TONY D’ANGELO
"I’m the guy you should’ve left alone."

The silence that follows isn’t empty anymore. It presses in.

Tony shifts his hands slightly on the table, fingers flattening, deliberate.

TONY D’ANGELO
"You don’t like how I do business… fine."

A small nod.

TONY D’ANGELO
"Then we handle it the right way."

Knight watches him more closely now.

TONY D’ANGELO
"In the ring."

Knight lets out a short breath through his nose, leaning back again, but there’s edge to it now.

LA KNIGHT
"No."

Flat. Sharper than before.

LA KNIGHT
"You’re not in my league."

That one lands.

LA KNIGHT
"You don’t get to call your shot with me."

The smirk returns, but it’s tighter.

LA KNIGHT
"LA Inc’s always looking for help though."

He gestures slightly back.

LA KNIGHT
"You could be our bag boy."

A flicker of irritation behind the humour now.

LA KNIGHT
"Cal can tell you how he likes his coffee."

Tony doesn’t look at Knight.

He looks at Cal.

And holds it.

TONY D’ANGELO
"You take it how?"

Cal doesn’t answer immediately this time. She’s already irritated.

CAL LANNISTER
"Black."

Short. Sharper.

Tony nods once.

TONY D’ANGELO
"Good."

His eyes return to Knight.

TONY D’ANGELO
"You’re gonna need it."

Knight shifts in his chair, no longer relaxed.

Tony leans forward slightly, closing the space again.

TONY D’ANGELO
"I don’t like problems."

He lets that sit, watching Knight’s reaction now.

TONY D’ANGELO
"And right now… you’re one."

That’s enough.

Cal steps forward slightly, breaking his stillness.

CAL LANNISTER
"You want me to handle this?"

His eyes are on Tony now, not hiding it.

The room tightens again.

Knight lifts a hand slightly, stopping him without looking away from Tony.

LA KNIGHT
"No."

A beat.

LA KNIGHT
"I’ll handle it."

He stands, slower this time, more deliberate. Adjusts his jacket, but it’s not dismissive now. It’s controlled.

LA KNIGHT
"When you’re ready to step into my world…"

A thin, sharper smirk.

LA KNIGHT
"Come find me."

He turns and heads for the door. Cal lingers just a second longer, eyes still on Tony, then follows.

The door closes.

The room returns to stillness.

Tony doesn’t move. Not even slightly. Like none of that required effort.

Outside, the street noise creeps back in.

Knight walks toward the car, already speaking, but the irritation is there now, just under the surface.

LA KNIGHT
"Guy’s got one match and thinks he..."

He stops.

The car sits uneven.

Knight slows, his eyes tracking downward.

One tyre is flat.

Then another.

Then another.

No damage beyond that. No mess. Just precise.

Cal turns immediately, scanning the street, sharper now.

CAL LANNISTER
"…you seeing this?"

Across the road, the same parked car remains.

The doorman stands by the entrance, hands folded, watching them without any attempt to hide it.

Knight exhales slowly, taking it in, jaw tightening.

LA KNIGHT
"…yeah."

A small nod.

LA KNIGHT
"Now I see it."

He looks back toward the building, expression set now. No amusement left.

LA KNIGHT
"Alright."

He adjusts his jacket again, firmer.

LA KNIGHT
"You got my attention."

Cal steps closer to him.

CAL LANNISTER
"You want me to go back in?"

Knight shakes his head once.

LA KNIGHT
"No."

A beat.

LA KNIGHT
"I said I’ll handle it."

He turns and walks off, already thinking ahead.

Cal follows, but his eyes linger on the building a moment longer.

The doorman remains exactly where he is.

Still watching.

Cut.

We cut backstage.

The noise from the arena hums through the walls as the camera finds Kyle O’Reilly already mid-pace, the King of Diamonds card still in his hand but no longer the focus. His attention is forward. Immediate. Tonight.

Roderick Strong catches up beside him, still carrying that restless energy, but it’s more controlled now, channelled.

RODERICK STRONG
"So that’s it then."

Kyle glances over.

RODERICK STRONG
"No shortcuts. No calling your shot early."

A small shake of the head.

RODERICK STRONG
"Twenty guys. Winner takes it. Halloween Havoc."

Kyle nods once.

KYLE O’REILLY
"Yeah."

A beat.

KYLE O’REILLY
"And I’ll be waiting."

He says it plainly, but there’s something underneath it. Not frustration. Not quite. Just unfinished business.

KYLE O’REILLY
"Not how I pictured it… but it’s where we are."

They slow slightly as they reach a junction in the corridor.

KYLE O’REILLY
"So I deal with it."

That’s his mindset. Move forward.

He turns more fully to Strong.

KYLE O’REILLY
"But tonight?"

A firmer tone.

KYLE O’REILLY
"We’ve still got a match."

That resets everything.

KYLE O’REILLY
"And I’m not walking into that thinking about next week."

Strong nods, immediately on the same page.

RODERICK STRONG
"Good. Because tonight we beat The Way."

He steps in slightly, conviction clear.

RODERICK STRONG
"And then next week… I win that Battle Royal."

No hesitation. No doubt.

RODERICK STRONG
"I don’t care who’s in it. I don’t care how messy it gets. I’m not letting this slip again."

There’s a stubborn edge there. Earned.

Before Kyle can respond—

FINN BÁLOR (O.S.)
"That’s a lot of confidence for a man who hasn’t been winning lately."

Both men turn.

Finn steps into frame, calm, measured, arms folded. He’s not stirring the pot for the sake of it. He’s just stating what everyone already knows.

Strong exhales, jaw tightening.

RODERICK STRONG
"Say it properly."

Finn doesn’t move.

FINN BÁLOR
"You’ve been close."

A slight tilt of the head.

FINN BÁLOR
"But close doesn’t win Battle Royals."

That lands.

Strong steps forward a fraction, but Kyle is already between them, not physically stopping anything, just grounding it.

KYLE O’REILLY
"Enough."

A beat.

KYLE O’REILLY
"That’s exactly what I’m talking about."

He looks between them.

KYLE O’REILLY
"We’re not even out there yet and you’re already looking past it."

He gestures back toward the arena.

KYLE O’REILLY
"Gargano’s got something to prove every time he steps in the ring."

A shift in tone.

KYLE O’REILLY
"And Theory?"

A small shake of the head.

KYLE O’REILLY
"He’s got an axe to grind with us."

That’s personal.

KYLE O’REILLY
"And now there’s a Battle Royal next week that decides who I face at Halloween Havoc?"

He exhales.

KYLE O’REILLY
"That just gave him another reason to come after me."

Strong nods, understanding immediately.

RODERICK STRONG
"Then we don’t give him the chance."

A step closer.

RODERICK STRONG
"We control it. We stay on them. We don’t let it break down."

Finn watches, then gives a small nod of his own.

FINN BÁLOR
"For once… I agree."

A beat.

FINN BÁLOR
"You want to survive next week?"

He glances at Strong.

FINN BÁLOR
"Start by getting through tonight."

That reframes it.

Kyle looks between them again, making sure it’s settled.

KYLE O’REILLY
"Same page."

Not a question. A requirement.

Strong nods.

RODERICK STRONG
"Same page."

Finn follows, calm as ever.

FINN BÁLOR
"Same page."

Kyle gives a final nod.

KYLE O’REILLY
"Good."

He turns toward gorilla, the card now tucked away, no longer part of the equation tonight.

In the deep background, just for a moment, a large figure passes across the corridor opening.

Killian Dain.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t acknowledge them.

Just watching.

Then gone.

As we cut away to ringside for the next match.

The camera cuts back to the arena as the crowd settles, still reacting to everything that has unfolded throughout the night.

Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett are shown at the commentary desk.

VIC JOSEPH
"A huge night continues here on NXT, and Wade, everything we heard earlier has completely shifted the landscape. The North American Championship is vacant, and now all eyes turn to next week’s Battle Royal."

WADE BARRETT
"And Kyle O’Reilly waits at Halloween Havoc, Vic. He doesn’t know who’s coming for him, but he knows they will have earned it the hard way."

VIC JOSEPH
"And before we even get there, tensions are already building across the board, especially with The Way in action later tonight."

The tone shifts as the music hits.

♪ Impressive ♪

Indi Hartwell steps out onto the stage, composed and confident, the NXT Women’s Tag Team Championship resting over her shoulder. Persia Pirotta walks alongside her, posture strong, her presence just as imposing.

They carry themselves with control and presentation, champions who believe they define the division.

VIC JOSEPH
"Here come the NXT Women’s Tag Team Champions, Indi Hartwell and Persia Pirotta. And Wade, last week they were put on notice when Shotzi and Tegan Nox made their return."

WADE BARRETT
"They were, Vic, but this is a team that thrives on control. They don’t react, they dictate."

Indi and Persia make their way down the ramp, unbothered by the crowd.

ALICIA TAYLOR
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Persia Pirotta, from Melbourne, Australia, weighing 141 pounds, she is one half of the NXT Women’s Tag Team Champions… Indi Hartwell!"

Indi steps into the ring, handing over her title with confidence before settling into position. Persia remains at ringside.

Before the match can begin, the feed abruptly cuts backstage to the parking lot.

Chaos.

An ambulance sits with its lights flashing as medical staff rush Tegan Nox toward the back on a stretcher. Shotzi stays right beside her, panic in her voice.

SHOTZI
"Tegan, stay with me, come on!"

Ember Moon steadies her.

Nigel McGuinness steps in, trying to take control.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
"What happened? Does anyone know what happened?"

SHOTZI
"It’s obvious, it was Indi and Persia!"

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
"Did anyone see it?"

Shotzi hesitates.

SHOTZI
"No, but who else would it be?"

Nigel exhales.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
"I can’t make that call without proof. There'll need to be an investigation..."

He looks toward the arena.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
"Until then, I’m going to have to call the match off."

SHOTZI
"I need to go with her."

EMBER MOON
"Then go. I’ve got this."

SHOTZI
"We were supposed to be out there together."

EMBER MOON
"You support her. I’ll support her my way."

Ember turns to Nigel.

EMBER MOON
"Let me take the match."

Nigel nods.

NIGEL MCGUINNESS
"Alright. You’re in."

Shotzi squeezes Ember’s arm before following as the ambulance doors close and it pulls away.

Cut back to the arena.

Indi and Persia stand in the ring, confused, then amused.

WADE BARRETT
"Well, that’s a twist."

VIC JOSEPH
"We still don’t know what happened backstage."

Suddenly...

♪ Rise From The Ashes ♪

Ember Moon storms onto the stage and sprints down the ramp.

Persia steps forward, but Ember drives into her with a running forearm smash, sending her into the barricade.

Ember slides into the ring.

Indi swings a big boot.

Ember ducks, rebounds and connects with a springboard crossbody.

The referee calls for the bell.

VIC JOSEPH
"Ember Moon stepping in for her friend and taking the fight straight to Indi Hartwell!"

Ember keeps the pressure on with a rolling forearm smash followed by a running hip attack that forces Indi into the corner.

Indi regains control with a sharp uppercut, then a scoop slam, slowing the pace before following with a swinging side slam.

WADE BARRETT
"This is where Indi wants the match, controlling the tempo."

Indi lifts Ember again, but Ember powers out, dropping to her feet with a boot to the mid-section before she counters into a butterfly suplex, and quickly transitions into the Lunar Lock, forcing Indi to scramble to the ropes and break free.

Indi responds with a clothesline, then drives Ember down with a spinebuster, creating separation.

VIC JOSEPH
"Indi using her power to keep Ember grounded."

Indi looks for control, but Ember fights back, hitting the Lunar Combo, finishing with a step-up enzigiri.

She follows with a handstand forearm smash, sending Indi staggering.

Indi charges back with a fireman’s carry, but Ember slips free and shoves her forward.

Indi turns.

Ember launches.

ECLIPSE CONNECTS!

She hooks the leg.

ONE

TWO

THREE

The bell rings.

ALICIA TAYLOR
"Here is your winner… Ember Moon!"

Winner: Ember Moon, via pinfall (5:58)

Ember sits up, breathing heavily, her focus already shifting away from the victory.

At ringside, Persia checks on Indi, frustration building.

VIC JOSEPH
"Ember Moon gets the victory, and that result means Team TCB have earned another opportunity at the NXT Women’s Tag Team Championships."

WADE BARRETT
"That’s assuming Tegan Nox is even in a condition to compete, Vic."

VIC JOSEPH
"We will keep you updated on her condition as we learn more, but for the mean time, all of our best wishes goes to Tegan Nox."

WADE BARRETT
"Indeed. We've had a lot going on tonight, Vic, and I'm still trying to process it all. I'll be very intrigued to see the outcome of Nigel McGuinness' investigation."

Ember looks toward the stage, conflicted, the adrenaline fading as the reality sets in.

The camera lingers before cutting away.

The camera returns to the arena, the energy still lingering after Ember Moon’s victory.

Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett sit at commentary, both trying to piece together the fallout.

VIC JOSEPH
"Ember Moon steps in at the last possible moment and picks up a huge victory, but Wade, the bigger story is still the condition of Tegan Nox."

WADE BARRETT
"Absolutely, Vic. That opportunity at the NXT Women’s Tag Team Championships is now on the table, but it may have come at a serious cost. We still don’t know the extent of the damage."

Vic nods, shifting the focus.

VIC JOSEPH
"And as if things weren’t already unpredictable tonight, everything surrounding the North American Championship has changed as well. Next week, twenty men will compete in a Battle Royal to determine who faces Kyle O’Reilly at Halloween Havoc."

WADE BARRETT
"And after what we saw earlier, Kyle knows that target is firmly on his back."

The camera cuts briefly toward the stage area.

Austin Theory is seen walking with Johnny Gargano and Dexter Lumis toward gorilla. Gargano is talking, measured, trying to keep control, while Lumis walks silently behind them. Theory, however, is more animated, jaw set, focused straight ahead.

VIC JOSEPH
"And still to come tonight, that huge trios main event. The Way heading into position right now."

WADE BARRETT
"Austin Theory has made it very clear he felt disrespected by Kyle O'Reilly and Finn Bálor in the build-up to High Stakes, and tonight might be his chance to prove something."

Theory adjusts his wrist tape as they approach the curtain, barely listening to Gargano now, locked in.

Cut.

A graphic fills the screen.
​

RAW presents WWE BACKLASH
September 19
Live from the Wells Fargo Center
Philadelphia, Pennysylvaia​

The music swells briefly before fading.

Cut back to the arena.

Vic and Wade reset.

VIC JOSEPH
"Welcome back to NXT, and what a night it has been. Let’s take a look at what’s coming up next week."

A graphic appears.

VIC JOSEPH
"After Bronson Reed's huge announcement at the top of the show. Next week, twenty men will compete in a Battle Royal, with the winner earning the right to face Kyle O’Reilly at Halloween Havoc for the vacant NXT North American Championship."

WADE BARRETT
"That is a career-changing opportunity, Vic. Twenty men enter, but only one walks out with that shot."

The graphic transitions.

VIC JOSEPH
"In tag team action, Ever-Rise look to continue their climb as they take on the disgruntled team of Breezango."

WADE BARRETT
"And they have ever right to feel that way. Breezango are former NXT Tag Team Champion still waiting to get their flowers from all these up-and-comers. Next week, Ever-Rise will have to put their money where their mouth is."

Another transition.

VIC JOSEPH
"And there’s more tag team action, but with a twist. Legado del Fantasma face Lucha House Party under lucha libre rules, as Lince Dorado and Gran Metalik return looking to settle the score after last week’s attack."

WADE BARRETT
"I cannot wait for that one. Pride, tradition, and a lot of bad blood."

Another graphic.

VIC JOSEPH
"And following the events we saw earlier tonight, Tommaso Ciampa will compete in non-title action against Ikemen Jiro."

WADE BARRETT
"Ciampa sending a very clear message tonight. Jiro is going to have to bring a new side of himself out if he wants to survive that match with this version of the Ciampa."

Final graphic.

VIC JOSEPH
"And after a heated exchange backstage, Jacy Jayne takes on Sarray."

WADE BARRETT
"Jacy Jayne certainly believes she’s ready for that level, but The Warrior of the Sun will be looking to remind her exactly where she stands."

Wade glances down at his phone briefly, then smirks.

WADE BARRETT
"And have I got an exclusive for you, Vic… I’ve just received a personal invitation."

Vic looks across, curious.

WADE BARRETT
"Oh yes. A live celebration with The Brand."

A slight grin.

WADE BARRETT
"I think I might just have to attend."

Vic shakes his head slightly.

VIC JOSEPH
"Is my name on it? I mean, I'll be sat right next to you watching it."

WADE BARRETT
"It strictly says no plus ones, I'm afraid."

VIC JOSEPH
"Well I'm sure that will go down well with the NXT Women's Champion, Raquel González."

The camera begins to pan toward the stage as the atmosphere starts to build again.

VIC JOSEPH
"Up next, our huge trios main event. Kyle O’Reilly teams with Finn Bálor and Roderick Strong to take on Johnny Gargano, Austin Theory and Dexter Lumis."

WADE BARRETT
"And with everything that’s unfolded tonight, you can guarantee tensions are at an all-time high."

The crowd buzz begins to rise as the show transitions toward the main event.

The camera cuts to the stage as the crowd begins to rise, sensing what’s coming.

Vic Joseph and Wade Barrett are on commentary.

VIC JOSEPH
"It’s time for our main event."

♪ The Prince ♪

Finn Bálor emerges first, composed and unreadable, the lighting catching the sharp angles of his expression. He doesn’t play to the crowd tonight—he walks with purpose, eyes forward. The live crowd hammer on the plexiglas at seeing "The Prince" in the flesh.

VIC JOSEPH
"The first ever Universal Champion, a 2-time NXT Champion, former Intercontinental Champion, co-winner of the 2015 Dusty Rhodes Tag Team Classic. Finn Bálor is not only something of legend here in NXT, but he's well and truly paving his way to Hall of Fame status within the WWE."

WADE BARRETT
"And still, there's no place like home. Bálor was brought back to NXT by Nigel McGuinness, and while he was unsuccessful in the Lucky 7, a tonight and next week could set him back on the right path."

VIC JOSEPH
"Finn Bálor has had eyes on him for weeks… but tonight, he’s part of a team that needs him focused."

♪ Axe & Smash ♪

Kyle O’Reilly follows, focused, no wasted movement. The King of Diamonds card tucked visibly into the strap of his gear. He taps it once as he steps onto the stage, acknowledging it, not celebrating it.

VIC JOSEPH
"Kyle O’Reilly, your King of Diamonds, and a man who has been grafting week after week to climb up the ranks here in NXT."

WADE BARRETT
"Kyle O’Reilly has made no secret about it, Vic. He wants the NXT Championship."

VIC JOSEPH
"But fate had other plans at High Stakes."

WADE BARRETT
"The King of Diamonds gives him an opportunity, just not for that title. Now he has to adjust."

VIC JOSEPH
"And next week, he finds out who stands between him and the North American Championship."

♪ Next Level ♪

Roderick Strong storms out last, intense, already dialled in.

VIC JOSEPH
"Now it seems like there's some uncertainty around Strong's involvement in this match given his recent match record."

WADE BARRETT
"Well Kyle and Finn better not count him out just yet, Strong is still the only active member of Undisputed Era to have held that North American Championship."

VIC JOSEPH
"Now it seems like there's some uncertainty around Strong's involvement in this match given his recent match record."

Alicia Taylor provides the ring introductions.

ALICIA TAYLOR
"The following contest is your main event of the evening, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Finn Bálor, Kyle O’Reilly and Roderick Strong!"

The music hits, signalling their opponents.

♪ Rebel Heart ♪

Johnny Gargano steps out first, composed, measured. Austin Theory follows, full of energy but trying to contain it. Dexter Lumis trails behind, silent and unreadable.

On the ramp, Gargano steadies Theory with a hand on his shoulder.

JOHNNY GARGANO
"Stay focused. Stick to the plan."

Theory nods, locking in.

They enter the ring.

VIC JOSEPH
"The Way have been finding themselves again… and tonight could be a statement."

WADE BARRETT
"Austin Theory in particular has a bone to pick with Finn Bálor and Cool Kyle. He felt like the two were doubting him in a separate trios match, where they were on the same team. Now he looks to put those doubts to rest."

They enter together. Cohesive. In sync.

ALICIA TAYLOR
"And their opponents, Johnny Gargano, Austin Theory and Dexter Lumis… The Way!"

Jason Ayres steps into the middle, checking both teams, making sure everyone is clear before calling for the bell.

Kyle O’Reilly starts opposite Austin Theory.

Theory comes forward quickly, trying to impose himself early, but Kyle avoids the direct clash. He sidesteps, takes the leg and brings him down into a grounded position, immediately slowing the pace. He keeps hold without rushing, forcing Theory to think rather than react.

Theory kicks free and gets back to his feet, sharper this time, but more aware.

He circles once, then makes the tag.

Gargano steps in to a strong reaction.

"YOU’RE THE DADDY"

He allows himself a brief smirk, then locks in.

The exchange with Kyle is tight and controlled. Gargano tries to increase the tempo, but Kyle keeps dragging it back down, forcing him to work from underneath rather than dictate the pace.

It is not about control yet.

It is about who gets to set the terms.

Kyle grounds him again, briefly isolating the arm, but Gargano slips out and resets before anything develops.

Tag to Theory.

JOHNNY GARGANO
"Stay with it."

Theory comes back in more measured, but there is still impatience in him. He corners Kyle, drives a shoulder in, then another, but Kyle turns out of the corner and catches him stepping through.

Guillotine applied.

It is in quickly.

Theory stays on his feet for a moment, trying to fight it, but the pressure forces him down to a knee. His hand hovers as the crowd rises.

He pushes forward and reaches the ropes.

Kyle releases immediately.

WADE BARRETT
"That’s the danger with O’Reilly. One mistake and he’s already got you thinking about survival."

Tag to Roderick Strong.

Strong enters with purpose.

A forearm lands clean. Another follows. Theory is forced backward before Strong lifts him straight up and drops him across the knee.

Backbreaker.

He keeps hold.

Second backbreaker.

Theory drops and Strong hooks the leg for a two count.

Strong does not waste time. He pulls Theory straight back up, tightening the space, keeping him close, not letting him build anything of his own.

Theory slips away just enough to make the tag.

Lumis steps in.

Everything slows.

Strong goes straight at him, but Lumis absorbs it, catches him and plants him with a side slam that halts the momentum outright. He sits up slowly, staring ahead, letting the moment hang.

Strong rolls away, regrouping.

Tag to Bálor.

Bálor enters clean and precise.

A forearm drops Lumis. A second knocks Gargano from the apron. The rhythm shifts instantly.

Lumis is driven back into the corner and Bálor follows with a basement dropkick to the chest.

Cover for a two count.

Lumis sits up again, slower this time.

Tag to Kyle.

Kyle steps in and brings it straight back down, trapping Lumis and isolating the leg. He adjusts his grip, looking for position rather than reaction, forcing Lumis to work to escape rather than power through.

Lumis drags himself toward the ropes and forces the break.

Kyle releases immediately.

Tag to Gargano.

Gargano pulls Kyle back into his pace. He keeps him upright, keeps him moving, then snaps him through with a slingshot DDT.

He covers for a two count.

Gargano exhales, composed, already thinking ahead.

Tag to Theory.

This is where The Way begin to find rhythm.

Not through anything overwhelming, but through timing.

Theory keeps Kyle moving. Gargano directs from the apron. Lumis watches the space. Kyle is not being beaten down, but he is not being allowed to settle either.

That changes when Kyle fires back.

A strike opens space.

Another creates distance.

He takes Theory down and traps the arm, transitioning quickly.

Triangle locked in.

It is tight.

Theory struggles, trying to stack out, but the pressure forces him lower. His hand lifts.

Gargano reaches in and pulls him to the ropes.

Kyle releases, frustration there now, but controlled.

Tag to Strong.

Strong comes in with urgency.

Forearm.

Backbreaker.

He holds on.

Second backbreaker.

Cover for a two count.

WADE BARRETT
"Roderick Strong is the only man in this match who’s held that North American Championship, and you can see exactly how much that matters to him."

Strong pulls Theory up again and turns him over into a Boston crab, sitting deep and forcing pressure.

Theory claws forward, dragging himself across the canvas.

Gargano breaks it.

That is the first real fracture.

Bodies move. Lumis steps in. Kyle reacts.

Jason Ayres steps between them and restores order before it spills further.

Strong resets and tags Bálor.

Bálor re-enters, composed, building again.

He drops Lumis with a forearm. Knocks Gargano from the apron.

Theory runs into a sling blade.

The crowd rises.

Bálor looks to the corner.

Starts the climb.

VIC JOSEPH
"Finn Bálor looking to finish this."

He stops.

His eyes lift.

The camera follows.

Killian Dain stands in the crowd.

Still.

Watching.

WADE BARRETT
"He’s been doing this for weeks."

Bálor lowers himself slowly, never breaking eye contact.

VIC JOSEPH
"Killian Dain has been stalking Finn Bálor week after week. No words. Just watching."

Kyle calls for the tag.

Strong does the same.

Bálor does not look.

WADE BARRETT
"And now he’s chosen this moment."

Bálor steps through the ropes and drops to the floor.

Dain does not move.

He just waits.

VIC JOSEPH
"Finn, stay in the match."

WADE BARRETT
"This isn’t about the match anymore."

Bálor chases toward him as Dain starts to return to the back.

Kyle calls out but Bálor is focused on settling the score as he disappears to the back.

A beat.

Back to the ring.

VIC JOSEPH
"Finn Bálor has just left this match."

WADE BARRETT
"And Killian Dain didn’t have to touch him."

Kyle is forced back into the ring.

Strong is already in.

Now it is different.

Now they are chasing.

Kyle comes in sharp, taking Lumis down and knocking Gargano from the apron. He turns to Theory and brings him into striking range, building momentum with each shot more deliberate than the last.

He takes him down again, traps the arm.

Guillotine applied.

Theory fights, fading, reaching.

He just makes the ropes.

Kyle releases, but there is urgency now.

He pulls Theory up again.

Gargano yanks him out and sends him shoulder first into the post.

Kyle drops hard.

That is the opening.

Tag made.

Gargano cuts Strong off before he can stabilise.

Forearm.

Another.

He keeps it tight and controlled, breaking Strong down rather than rushing him.

Strong fires back.

A chop.

Another.

He creates space.

Backbreaker.

He holds on.

Second backbreaker.

He hooks the leg for a two count.

Strong exhales sharply, frustration creeping in.

He pulls Gargano up again.

Gargano slips behind.

Superkick.

Strong staggers.

Rebounds.

Strong catches him.

Ushigoroshi.

He covers for a two count.

Gargano rolls away immediately, buying space.

Strong sits up, breathing heavier now.

He looks to his corner.

Kyle is there.

Ready.

But slowed.

Strong turns back.

Gargano lunges.

Tag made.

Theory is in.

Strong does not see it.

Gargano swings.

Strong ducks.

He turns.

Theory is already moving.

Hooks him.

ATL connects clean!

Strong hits hard.

Jason Ayres drops into position.

ONE

TWO

THREE.

The bell rings.

ALICIA TAYLOR
"Here are your winners… Johnny Gargano, Dexter Lumis and Austin Theory… The Way!"

Winners: The Way, via pinfall (14:32)

Theory stays down for a moment, chest heaving, processing it.

Then it lands.

He pushes up and turns.

Gargano is right there.

Theory throws his arms around him.

Gargano catches him, steadies him, then pulls him in properly.

Proud.

Earned.

Lumis stands just behind them, watching, silent but present.

VIC JOSEPH
"Austin Theory just pinned Roderick Strong in the middle of the ring."

WADE BARRETT
"And that is a massive moment for him - especially as we look ahead to the Battle Royal next week."

The Way regroup, Gargano raising Theory’s arm as the celebration builds.

In the ring, Strong rolls onto his side, then sits up slowly, frustration written across his face.

Kyle steps through the ropes.

Stops.

Looks at Strong.

Strong does not meet his eyes straight away.

When he does, it is brief.

Enough.

VIC JOSEPH
"Finn Bálor walked out and that changed everything."

WADE BARRETT
"They were a man down, and it cost them."

Kyle exhales, shoulders dropping slightly.

Not anger.

Not yet.

Just deflated.

Behind them, The Way continue to celebrate, Theory at the centre of it, Gargano guiding him through the moment.

Kyle glances over once.

Then back to Strong.

The camera holds on that divide.

Two sides of the ring.

Two very different outcomes.

VIC JOSEPH
"A huge win for The Way here tonight, but for Kyle O’Reilly, the road to the North American Championship just got a lot more complicated."

The shot lingers on Kyle, standing over Strong.

We then cut backstage to see Hit Row, observing on a monitor. Then from the mezzanine, "The Infamous" Bobby Fish stands, looking down on the fallout through a pair of opera glasses. The vultures are circling, and next week, the landscape of the NXT North American Championship becomes a lot clearer.

In the closing moments, O'Reilly reaches out to Strong and pulls him to his feet. Defeated but not divided.

Fade to black.

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Quick Results:
• Pete Dunne def. Oney Lorcan
• Santos Escobar def. El Hijo de El Local
• The Brand (Franky Monet & Jessi Kamea) def. Mercedes Martinez & Raquel González
• Ember Moon def. Indi Hartwell
• The Way (Austin Theory, Dexter Lumis & Johnny Gargano) def. Finn Bálor, Kyle O'Reilly & Roderick Strong

 

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NXT EVOLVE [EPISODE #09] ‣ THURSDAY 2 SEPTEMBER, 2021 REVIEW:

- Love the addition of the show personalities GFX

- Fun opening match with the Carmelo & Pacific Order story continuing here. Nice job to flesh out the Pacific Order a little more Kona officially introducing Sikoa & Quinn. I'm excited to see what you do with these guys.

- "Okay Google" Haha! Nice backstage promo from La Vision & A2Z. Again, said it so many times but I really do appreciate the effort you put into characters that would often been seen as background or roster fillers and look to give them stories and make them interesting. I'm also all for seeing any new female teams especially.

-Interesting vignettes from Hale & Kemp to add some intrigue to the match. Normally would have not been so keen to see back to back vignettes kind of similar but it worked fine in this scenario.

- Hale picks up the win and the story beat with Briggs not giving the attention to Hale that he wanted was a nice touch.

- Oh look, Smackdown's own.. Shane Thorne! Really good job here, LG. Really good promo from Thorne going into the match vs Ruas.

- Interesting moment with Ruas & Strong. Ruas almost little brother'ing Strong and maybe hinting that Diamond Mine is the way forward. Intrigued.

- Standard introduction promo from Katrina Cortez who has a lot of potential. IRL has gone on to have success with CMLL and has recently signed with AAA/WWE. Another one I'm interested to see how you develop and book here in your BTB.

- Feels like there's been a lot of these sort of introduction vignettes/promos on this show but I think that's kind of the point with EVOLVE. This time it's one from Skyler and it's served it's purpose - no qualms from me.

- Nice win for Cortez! Right call for me and a quick match, all it needed to be here.

- Tian Sha offering a route to Feng & Chen, again, intrigued.

- Last chance saloon for Cora teaming with Gigi it seems. Three ladies I suspect will have a big say here on EVOLVE and NXT going forward.

- Good build up to the Main Event and it's the right outcome after a good match. Ruas picking up another win, and getting a knock out victory really furthers his reputation and renown here on EVOLVE.

Another EVOLVE in the bag and while this felt like a lot of promo's/vignettes which can be a little tricky working with characters not so known or populor, I do appreciate the effort you are putting in to give many a voice and direction. All the matches were fine with the Diamond Mine invitational taking centre stage. Good job!

*** I WILL BE BACK TO REVIEW NXT [EPISODE #473] ***

 

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NXT [EPISODE #473] ‣ TUESDAY 7 SEPTEMBER, 2021 REVIEW:

- First thing first and the show presentation is spot on as usual. The GFX and the choice of colors always make the show pop and entices you in to want to read the show.

- Strong opening to show with true face promo from the Champion who vacates the North American Championship. I think this is a good move - NXT needs the NA title and Bronson doesn't need the loss to drop it right now. Reed justified it well as well which sometimes can be awkward when it comes to someone just vacating the Championship. O'Reilly calling his shot and Pete Dunne leaving his mark as well. Good start.

- Simple but I liked the promo from Hit Row with some early hype for the Battle Royal to come at Halloween Havoc

- Continuing the hype for the NA title and the Battle Royal with Andre Chase & Bobby Fish. I like that you've made Bronson vacating the Championship feel like such a huge moment that's just changed the landscape of NXT - Good stuff.

- Good win for 'The Ace' Pete Dunne. Dunne's past catching up with him with the return of Ridge Holland as well.

- I don't know why but I got a kick out of Ciampa kneeing Jiro in the back and out of the camera shot before talking over him haha! Felt very on brand for Ciampa. Nice promo too.

- LE-GA-DO! Really enjoying what you are doing with LDF and the additoon of Don Reyes has been perect. At first I thought Ricardo was going to compete, but instead he graced us with the presence of El Hijo de El Local - what a treat haha! Simple with for Santos as it should be and we've got a challenge from Lucha House Party in a lucha libre rules tag match. I'm enjoying all of this and seeing LDF tirade against Lucha Libre.

- "By talking to us?" Haha! That made me laugh from Nash Carter with Ever-Rise trying to stake their claim for a chance.

- Raquel & Mercedes is such bad-ass duo, but can't help but feel that it's a metter of time before they're tearing lumps out of each other. Really big win for Franky and the Brand though and a nice little call-back with the use of the almost Starship Pain.

- Jacy Jayne is not waiting around, she's coming to make her mark. Cool to see Sarray, but of course Jacy stole the moment here.

- Did you use an app or something to help with the LA Knight / Tony D segment? The reason I say that because unless I've completely read it wrong, Cal Lannister was being referred to as female with "her" being said? Took me out of the moment which is a shame because the detail and the description was great aside from that. Apologies if I've read it wrong.

- I liked the exchange between O'Reilly, Strong and then Balor coming into the picture. Big Killian Dain in the background as well.

- I do love a who done it in wrestling and an interesting development here with Nox being attached backstage and Shotzi on hand to point the finger at Indi & Persia. Interesting. Ember picking up the win!

- Main Event time! Such a stacked match. Feels like a big moment with Austin Theory picking up the win and helping the Way pick up a huge victory!

Aside from the confusion around the LA Knight & Tony D confrontation this was another good show mate. I loved the thread of the North American Championship being vacated and how big of a moment you made that feel across the show. Excited to see how that goes down because it feels so open on who could win the Battle Royal and then go on to face Kyle O'Reilly. Good stuff man!