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Finally, a lively, Latin inspired theme song played. "And our final team! Los Aviadores! Hunico and Epico!" The masked, high flying duo pranced to the ring with flashy técnico style, bowing to the crowd. They were the dark horses, masters of synchronized, aerial offense.
Five teams now stood in the ring, tension so thick it was suffocating. The referee called for the bell, and the arena erupted.
DING DING DING!
Chaos didn't just ensue, it was the only state of existence. This wasn't a match with quick tags and structured heat segments. This was a street fight with a championship prize.
The Dudebusters, perhaps thinking they could make an early statement, charged the Wyatt Family. It was a catastrophic error.
Hawkins leapt at Rowan, who caught him in mid air with a brutal bear hug, then simply dropped him on his head. Barreta tried a flying forearm at Harper, who no sold it, grabbed him by the throat, and launched him with a gargantuan sidewalk slam into the corner.
"The Dudebusters' strategy lasted all of ten seconds!" Josh winced.
Meanwhile, the South Beach Boys used their speed, diving onto Los Aviadores. Watson hit a beautiful dropkick on Epico, while Darren Young traded arm drags with Hunico.
But their momentum was shattered when Seth Rollins came flying across the ring with a punishing knee strike to Watson's back. Ambrose followed, clotheslining Young over the top rope.
Ambrose and Rollins were a tempest. They moved with a chilling, unspoken synergy. Rollins would drop an opponent with a precision strike, Ambrose would be there to stomp them into the mat.
Rollins would whip someone into the ropes, Ambrose would lie in wait with a brutal rebound clothesline. They weren't celebrating, they were efficiently dismantling their opponents.
"However fragile this partnership is," Cole noted, "you cannot deny their in ring chemistry is absolutely intact. It's like they never stopped!"
Los Aviadores saw an opening. With Rollins distracted by Harper, Hunico and Epico hit a beautiful double team on Ambrose, a springboard hurricanrana from Hunico that sent Ambrose into a spinebuster from Epico! The crowd popped for the fluidity.
"Incredible teamwork from Los Aviadores!" Josh called.
But before they could capitalize, Bray Wyatt's voice slithered over the noise. "Follow the buzzards…"
Rowan, on the apron, reached in, grabbed Epico by the head, and yanked him throat first across the top rope. Harper, inside, leveled Hunico with a devastating discus clothesline that spun him like a top.
The Wyatt Family began to systematically clear the ring. Harper and Rowan were an impenetrable wall of destruction. They tossed Barreta over the top with a double clothesline.
They caught a diving Percy Watson and powerslammed him in terrifying unison. They turned their attention to Rollins and Ambrose, who stood ready in the center of the ring.
"This is the showdown we've been waiting for!" Cole yelled. "The fractured brothers versus the family born of darkness!"
Ambrose charged Harper, a wildman meeting a force of nature. He threw furious punches that Harper absorbed, before Harper clubbed him down with a single forearm. Rollins sprinted at Rowan, leaping for a knee, but Rowan swatted him out of the air like a bug. For a moment, the Wyatt's dominance seemed absolute.
Then, cunning took over. Ambrose, from the floor, grabbed Harper's leg, tripping him up. Rollins, seizing the split second distraction, sprang from the second rope with a blinding flying knee to Rowan's jaw.
Rowan staggered. Rollins and Ambrose, without a look, moved as one, Rollins hit a superkick on Harper, Ambrose followed with a running bulldog on Rowan.
"They did it! They took the monsters off their feet!"
But as Rollins went for a pin on Harper, Curt Hawkins pulled him out of the ring by his boots. The Dudebusters were back, trying to steal the moment.
All hell broke loose on the outside. Hunico dove onto the pile with a breathtaking senton. Darren Young followed with a plancha. Bodies were everywhere.
In the ring, it was down to Epico and Luke Harper. Epico, ever the brave underdog, fired off a series of kicks, but Harper just stared him down, a smirk on his face. Epico went for a roll up, Harper kicked out with such force Epico flew backward, right into a blind tag from Dean Ambrose.
Ambrose was a whirlwind. He pounced on Epico with mounted punches, then whipped him into the ropes for his signature rebound clothesline. He tagged Rollins.
"Seth! Now!" he barked, the first words they'd exchanged all match. Rollins leapt in, and they hit a vicious combination, Ambrose's rope hung DDT, followed immediately by Rollins's knee strike on the side of the head with a buckling legs version. Rollins went for the cover.
One… Two… TH...
No! Erick Rowan's massive boot came down on Rollins's back, breaking the pin. Rowan hauled Rollins up and delivered a thunderous full nelson bomb. Ambrose tried to intervene, but Harper intercepted him with a brutal big boot.
"The Wyatt Family is re-asserting control!"
With the ring momentarily cleared of others, Harper and Rowan stood over the fallen brothers. Bray Wyatt was on his feet at ringside, smiling wide, nodding slowly. This was their moment. They dragged Rollins and Ambrose to opposite corners. The crowd knew what was coming. A terrified "Ohhhh" built.
They charged. The double splash in the corners! The ring shuddered on its foundations. Rollins and Ambrose crumpled.
But instead of going for a pin, Harper and Rowan looked at each other, then at the other carnage. They saw Darren Young trying to crawl back in. In a display of terrifying coordination, Rowan caught Young, hoisted him up for a torture rack, and as Young flailed, Harper sprinted across the ring and delivered a lariat so vicious it seemed to decapitate him. Young dropped like a stone.
"Good lord! They just killed Darren Young!" Josh screamed.
Percy Watson, enraged, charged in for his partner. He ducked a clothesline from Harper and hit a beautiful dropkick, then turned into a spinning heel kick from Rowan.
Before Watson could fall, Harper grabbed him and planted him with the "Truck Stop" sit out powerbomb. One, two, three? No, Harper pulled him up. This was about sending a message.
The message continued. They dismantled the Dudebusters with a combo, Harper suplexed Hawkins while Rowan slammed Barreta at the exact same time.
Los Aviadores mounted a last, desperate aerial assault. A double missile dropkick staggered Rowan! Hunico went to the top for a moonsault on Harper, but Harper simply stood up, caught him in mid air, and turned it into a devastating powerbomb.
Epico, from behind, tried a roll up on Rowan. Rowan sat down on him, crushing him, then tagged Harper. The two behemoths lifted Epico up for their finish, the "Way", a brutal 3D style flapjack. Epico's body snapped.
Harper covered Epico. The referee's hand came down.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Savanna's voice, authoritative and clear, cut through the din. "Here are your winners… and the FIRST EVER NXT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… LUKE HARPER AND ERICK ROWAN… THE WYATT FAMILY!"
Bray Wyatt's music and the screech of the lantern sound hit. Bray slid into the ring, a look of paternal pride on his face.
He took the two newly minted championship belts from the timekeeper and held them aloft before placing one on each of his followers' shoulders. Harper and Rowan stood impassively, belts gleaming on their massive frames, as Bray wrapped his arms around them.
Cole's commentary was full of awe. "There was no doubt about it, Josh. This was a war of attrition, an absolute spectacle, but in the end, the most dominant, cohesive force prevailed. The Wyatt Family didn't just win a match, they made a statement. They are the foundation upon which the NXT tag team division will be built… and everyone else is just living in it."
"Every team brought something incredible tonight," Josh added, catching his breath. "The South Beach Boys' energy, Los Aviadores' innovation, the Dudebusters' grit, the shocking and explosive reunion of Rollins and Ambrose… but Harper and Rowan were on another planet. They were unstoppable."
In the ring, the scene was a portrait of devastation and triumph. The other teams were strewn about the ring and floor, nursing their wounds. Rollins and Ambrose were slowly getting to their feet in opposite corners.
They locked eyes across the ring, a silent, complex exchange passing between them, frustration, acknowledgment, and the cold understanding that their business was far from finished. They had come within a hair of the gold, only to be crushed by the monsters.
This alliance, born of convenience, had failed at the final hurdle. Without a word, Ambrose turned and rolled out of the ring, walking straight up the ramp alone. Rollins watched him go, a storm brewing behind his eyes, before he followed, a deliberate distance between them.
The Wyatt Family's celebration was a chilling tableau. Bray whispered into Harper's ear, then into Rowan's. They nodded slowly. Then, as one, the three men turned their gaze toward the announce table, toward the crowd, toward the future.
Rowan raised his championship belt high, a guttural roar finally escaping his lips, a primal sound of victory that was swallowed by the chorus of boos and the eerie, approving laughter of Bray Wyatt.
The eerie glow of the Wyatt Family lingered for a few seconds longer than comfortable. Bray Wyatt slowly backed out of the ring, lantern raised, his champions standing tall behind him as the boos and stunned silence blended into a low, uneasy hum.
The camera caught one last image of Luke Harper and Erick Rowan holding the NXT Tag Team Championships high before the feed cut away.
The arena lights brightened.
The mood shifted.
Cole exhaled audibly. "Ladies and gentlemen… if you needed proof that NXT isn't playing games, you just saw it."
Josh nodded, still shaking his head. "We've crowned the first NXT Women's Champion. We've crowned the first NXT Tag Team Champions. And somehow, the night keeps getting bigger."
The ring crew worked fast, resetting the ropes once more. At ringside, the NXT North American Championship sat on its stand, gleaming under the lights, that detailed map plate catching every camera angle.
Cole gestured toward it. "Up next, we find out who becomes the first NXT North American Champion. The workhorse title. The belt that defines who can go night after night."
Josh leaned forward. "This is about endurance, versatility, grit. Whoever wins this doesn't just win gold, they become the backbone of NXT."
The graphic flashed across the screen.
BATTLE ROYALE
NXT NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP
The fans erupted.
The music hit first, upbeat, funky, infectious.
Out stepped Austin Creed or now known as Xavier Woods.
"Here we go!" Cole exclaimed. "This youj gkane name is Xavier Woods and he is very agile!"
Woods danced onto the stage, clapping along with the beat, hyping the crowd as he jogged toward the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and popping to his feet, arms raised.
Next came a slower, heavier rhythm.
Jinder Mahal emerged, jaw set, eyes focused, walking with a calm intensity as he entered the ring and immediately began stretching against the ropes.
Corey Graves followed, towel over his shoulder, smug grin on his face, rolling his neck as he stared around the ring like he already owned it.
Then the arena reacted with laughter and excitement as Brodus Clay burst through the curtain, stoic, dominating, larger than life.
Josh laughed. "You cannot ignore Brodus Clay. He changes the entire dynamic of this match."
Johnny Curtis was next, now known as Fandango, strutting onto the stage with exaggerated flair, pausing halfway down the ramp to strike a pose that earned both cheers and boos.
Joe Hennig followed, now known as Curtis Axel, no nonsense, focused, walking straight to the ring with purpose, eyes locked on the championship at ringside.
Then the reaction changed.
A cheer built the moment El Generico stepped out, now known as Sami Zayn.
The crowd popped loudly as Zayn jogged to the ring, slapping hands, bouncing on his toes, eyes wide with excitement and nerves all at once.
Cole smiled. "Listen to this reaction for Sami Zayn."
Josh nodded. "The heart of this place already loves him."
Titus O'Neil stormed out next, massive frame, intensity radiating as he marched to the ring and immediately squared up with Brodus Clay, the two big men exchanging looks.
Then came Uha Nation, now Apollo Crews.
The fans buzzed as Crews stepped out, athletic build, confident smile, rolling his shoulders as he entered the ring.
Tyler Breeze followed, taking his time, stopping at the top of the ramp to admire himself on the big screen before walking down with his trademark arrogance.
The atmosphere shifted again when Alexander Rusev, now known as Ruzev, emerged. Stoic. Powerful. Silent. He walked like a tank toward the ring, eyes cold.
Matt Silva, now Buddy Murphy, came next, intense, pacing the stage before sprinting to the ring and sliding under the ropes.
And finally, Shawn Spears walked out, focused, jaw clenched, rolling his wrists as he entered the ring and looked around at the crowded field.
Thirteen men.
One ring.
One championship.
They stood shoulder to shoulder, tension buzzing like electricity. Savanna stepped forward, microphone in hand. "Ladies and gentlemen… this match is Battle Royale! The winner of this Battle Royale will be crowned the FIRST EVER… NXT NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!"
The crowd roared.
The bell rang.
DING DING DING!
Instant chaos.
Bodies collided from every direction. There were no alliances, just survival.
Brodus Clay immediately bulldozed forward, flattening Corey Graves and Shawn Spears with a double clothesline that sent both men tumbling into the corner.
"Brodus Clay just cleared half the ring!" Cole shouted.
Ruzev began throwing heavy strikes, backing Jinder Mahal into the ropes before hoisting him up and trying to dump him out early. Jinder kicked wildly, barely hanging on as Titus O'Neil rushed in and helped shove Ruzev back.
Xavier Woods and Buddy Murphy traded fast paced strikes, Woods using his speed to duck and weave, snapping a spinning kick that staggered Murphy.
Fandango danced out of the way of an attack from Curtis Axel, only to turn around into a stiff forearm that sent him reeling.
Sami Zayn kept moving, darting in and out, avoiding the big men, throwing quick kicks and forearms before slipping away again.
"This is bedlam!" Josh exclaimed. "Everyone's trying to find their footing."
Tyler Breeze tried to sneak behind Apollo Crews, but Crews caught him with a standing dropkick that sent Breeze crashing into the ropes. Shawn Spears attempted to eliminate Corey Graves, but Graves clung desperately to the top rope, boots scraping the apron.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: WWE - RAW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championships History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA X Division Champion, 1x WWE United States Champion, & 1x WWE Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner, 1x Mr. Money In The Bank, & Youngest WWE Champion
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0