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TM61: feed off the audience's chants
Authors of Pain: look to feed on them
TM61: Tandem side Russian legsweep! Fistdrop + standing moonsault!
Authors: shrug it off and commence pummeling from one segment to the next
Winston Bishop Nick Miller: lands a desperation DDT
Tags: made
Shane Thorne: launches offensive Corner leg lariat! Cannonball! Modified Falcon Arrow!
Referee: Kickout!
Authors: Powerbomb neckbreaker!
Nick: Save! Tag! Moonsault!
Rezar: Whatever save! is in Albanian. Say, are you familiar with GORSH?
Shane: Can't say that I am, no.
Rezar: Well ⸺ powerbombs him into the apron from the ring
Shane: is dead
Center Stagers: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
Authors: Corner Exploder. Last. Chapter.
Referee: Winners!
"The Press"""Earlier Today"": Mr. Regal, who do you think will win the Dusty Classic? Do you have any dark horses for us?
Master Regal: The important thing is that we have a tag division loaded with talent, and that the tournament will be a treat for our fans. leaves
Pete Dunne: arrives
"See Above": questions
Dunne: Roddy's a tough bloke and all that, but as long as I hold it, that title is property of the U.K.
Roddy: Not if you give me another shot at the belt.
Some Guy, BAY BAY: OH MY GOD, DUDE, GET NEW MATERIAL
Dunne: It's not like you have a title, you know.
Adam Cole: I am shocked and appalled.
Master Regal: Is there a problem here, gentlemen?
Cole: No, sir. There isn't. the Era leave
Dunne: glares at Roddy
Roddy: glares back at him
E.Y: This tournament marked the beginning. Chaos has and always will rule.
Alexander Wolfe: Our chaos will continue.
Nikki Cross: laughs and jumps on his back
Wolfe: United we purge.
Killian Dain: Aleister — tonight, chaos will win.
All: laugh
Bianca BelAir: Delayed suplex! Again! Gourdbuster! Alley Oop!
Referee: Winner!
Lacey Evans: I am the first lady of NXT: classy, calculating. Next week I face that defenseless Dakota Kai, still shaken up from Shayna, and I fully intend on seeing how healed she is.
Shayna: shows up
Lacey: If you'll excuse me, I must go make sure my VCR taped Walker, Texas Ranger. leaves
Shayna: Ember Moon is a joke. What kind of "fighting champion" leaves a punk card on the floor?
Tommasshole Ciampa: comes out
Center Stagers: BOO! You suck!
Ciampa: gets in the ring
CSers: We want Johnny!
Ciampa: raises the mic
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: glares at some fans in the Whole Shebang shirts, raises mic again
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: looks at his crutch, tries it again
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: throws down the mic and starts leaving
CSers: YAY!
Ciampa: grabs the mic again
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: throws it down and leaves the ring again
CSers: YAY!
Ciampa: glares at them from the apron
CSers: na na na na na na na na, hey hey hey, etc
Ciampa: pivots, grabs some front row fan's Johnny Winkyface sign, and makes sure they see it before he rips it in half
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: throws it in the ring and beats on it with his crutch, then leaves, pausing at the ramp
CSers: Johnny Wrestling!
Ciampa: stares at them in amazement and disgust before extending his arms
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: leaves
Dain: Shotgun dropkick at the bell! Avalanche!
Aleister Black: Strike flurry! Single legged basement dropkick! Modified Golden Triangle moonsault!
Dain: DIVIDE!
Black: urp
Dain: works over the ribs, landing some splashes
Black: lands minor offense while selling the ribs
Dain: Spinebuster! Wasteland! Senton! Vader Bomb!
Referee: Kickout!
Dain: ?!
Black: Desperation victory roll!
Dain: LOLNOPE
Black: MASS!
Referee: Winner!
Black: urrrp
Authors of Pain: look to feed on them
TM61: Tandem side Russian legsweep! Fistdrop + standing moonsault!
Authors: shrug it off and commence pummeling from one segment to the next
Tags: made
Shane Thorne: launches offensive Corner leg lariat! Cannonball! Modified Falcon Arrow!
Referee: Kickout!
Authors: Powerbomb neckbreaker!
Nick: Save! Tag! Moonsault!
Rezar: Whatever save! is in Albanian. Say, are you familiar with GORSH?
Shane: Can't say that I am, no.
Rezar: Well ⸺ powerbombs him into the apron from the ring
Shane: is dead
Center Stagers: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
Authors: Corner Exploder. Last. Chapter.
Referee: Winners!
"The Press"""Earlier Today"": Mr. Regal, who do you think will win the Dusty Classic? Do you have any dark horses for us?
Master Regal: The important thing is that we have a tag division loaded with talent, and that the tournament will be a treat for our fans. leaves
Pete Dunne: arrives
"See Above": questions
Dunne: Roddy's a tough bloke and all that, but as long as I hold it, that title is property of the U.K.
Roddy: Not if you give me another shot at the belt.
Some Guy, BAY BAY: OH MY GOD, DUDE, GET NEW MATERIAL
Dunne: It's not like you have a title, you know.
Adam Cole: I am shocked and appalled.
Master Regal: Is there a problem here, gentlemen?
Cole: No, sir. There isn't. the Era leave
Dunne: glares at Roddy
Roddy: glares back at him
E.Y: This tournament marked the beginning. Chaos has and always will rule.
Alexander Wolfe: Our chaos will continue.
Nikki Cross: laughs and jumps on his back
Wolfe: United we purge.
Killian Dain: Aleister — tonight, chaos will win.
All: laugh
Bianca BelAir: Delayed suplex! Again! Gourdbuster! Alley Oop!
Referee: Winner!
Lacey Evans: I am the first lady of NXT: classy, calculating. Next week I face that defenseless Dakota Kai, still shaken up from Shayna, and I fully intend on seeing how healed she is.
Shayna: shows up
Lacey: If you'll excuse me, I must go make sure my VCR taped Walker, Texas Ranger. leaves
Shayna: Ember Moon is a joke. What kind of "fighting champion" leaves a punk card on the floor?
Tommasshole Ciampa: comes out
Center Stagers: BOO! You suck!
Ciampa: gets in the ring
CSers: We want Johnny!
Ciampa: raises the mic
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: glares at some fans in the Whole Shebang shirts, raises mic again
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: looks at his crutch, tries it again
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: throws down the mic and starts leaving
CSers: YAY!
Ciampa: grabs the mic again
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: throws it down and leaves the ring again
CSers: YAY!
Ciampa: glares at them from the apron
CSers: na na na na na na na na, hey hey hey, etc
Ciampa: pivots, grabs some front row fan's Johnny Winkyface sign, and makes sure they see it before he rips it in half
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: throws it in the ring and beats on it with his crutch, then leaves, pausing at the ramp
CSers: Johnny Wrestling!
Ciampa: stares at them in amazement and disgust before extending his arms
CSers: BOO!
Ciampa: leaves
Dain: Shotgun dropkick at the bell! Avalanche!
Aleister Black: Strike flurry! Single legged basement dropkick! Modified Golden Triangle moonsault!
Dain: DIVIDE!
Black: urp
Dain: works over the ribs, landing some splashes
Black: lands minor offense while selling the ribs
Dain: Spinebuster! Wasteland! Senton! Vader Bomb!
Referee: Kickout!
Dain: ?!
Black: Desperation victory roll!
Dain: LOLNOPE
Black: MASS!
Referee: Winner!
Black: urrrp
