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Steve stepped forward next, raising his mic. "NXT will be different," he said calmly. "You'll see a faster pace. A more physical style. A place where talent is forged." The fans responded with applause.
Back in the locker room, Sandro leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on the screen, a faint smile on his face.
This was just the beginning.
Meanwhile, Dusty and Steve kept the energy rolling in the ring, feeding off the crowd's electricity like it was fuel. Dusty grinned wide, that signature smile twitching as he paced, mic in hand.
"You know what, folks? I think y'all might be gettin' a little bored listenin' to two old timers like us jawin' away up here," Dusty said, pausing for effect as he wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. The fans immediately picked up on it, popping huge.
"You still got it!" the chant started, rolling through the small arena like thunder. "You're not old! You're not old!"
Dusty and Steve stayed right where they were, soaking in the atmosphere, feeding off it, letting the moment breathe instead of rushing it. Dusty leaned against the ropes, nodding, listening to the chants ripple through the building.
Dusty laughed into the mic, shaking his head, genuinely touched. "Now hold on, daddy," he said, pointing out toward the crowd. "You're gonna make an old man blush."
Steve smiled as well, lifting his microphone. "We appreciate that, truly. Means more than you know."
The crowd clapped again, the intimacy of the small arena making every reaction feel louder, more personal.
Dusty resumed pacing slowly, eyes scanning the fans. "But I promise you this, we ain't gonna stand out here all night jawin'," he said, drawing a laugh. "I know y'all didn't come just to listen to two old men talk their mouths off."
The fans responded immediately, louder this time, chanting again for both men.
Dusty stopped in the center of the ring. "Now… I reckon all of y'all got questions."
He turned, gesturing broadly to the four covered pillars standing tall at each corner of the ring. The camera zoomed in on them, black cloth draped neatly over each shape.
"What are those?" Dusty asked rhetorically. "Why they here?"
On commentary, Michael Cole leaned forward in his chair. "I'll admit it, Josh, I'm curious. I have been staring at those pillars since you walked out."
Josh Matthews nodded. "Absolutely. Whatever's under those cloths has to be big."
Steve stepped forward, taking control of the segment. "Underneath those cloths," he said, measured and deliberate, "are the pillars that will define this brand. The foundation of NXT."
He paused.
"The championships."
The crowd exploded.
Fans rose to their feet, clapping, cheering, some already chanting "N! X! T!" over and over.
Dusty smiled wide. "Four championships. Four divisions. Four opportunities for someone back there to change their life tonight."
Backstage, Sandro's smile widened just a fraction as he leaned closer to the monitor. Heyman's eyes glinted with interest.
Steve continued, "And we're starting with the women."
The fans cheered again as Dusty and Steve walked together toward the upper right corner of the ring. Steve reached up, gripping the edge of the black cloth.
He hesitated for just a moment.
Then pulled.
The cloth fell away, revealing the NXT Women's Championship.
The title gleamed under the lights, sleek and modern. A white leather strap wrapped around a large central plate, the gold shimmering. The NXT logo dominated the center, bold and sharp, outlined in black and silver. Subtle engravings framed the plate, giving it elegance without excess. Smaller side plates complemented the design, tying everything together cleanly.
The crowd reacted immediately.
Cheers rang out, some whistles mixed in, applause echoing off the walls.
"That's beautiful!" Josh shouted.
Cole nodded. "A clean, modern design. That title feels important."
Dusty lifted the title carefully, holding it up for everyone to see. "I hope every lady back there is excited," he said sincerely. "Because whoever wins this tonight, daddy… you ain't just winnin' a belt. You're becoming the first. The beginning of a legacy."
The camera cut backstage to the women's locker room briefly, where several competitors watched intently, expressions focused, hungry.
Dusty handed the belt back to Steve, and together they moved to the bottom right corner.
"This one," Dusty said, "is about teamwork."
Steve pulled the cloth away.
Two matching belts rested side by side, each with black leather straps. The center plates featured bold gold and silver designs, the "NXT" logo standing prominently in the middle, flanked by angular accents. The plates felt rugged and solid, a visual promise of physicality and teamwork. Side plates carried sharp detailing, emphasizing unity and competition.
The fans clapped loudly.
"These are gorgeous!" Cole exclaimed. "Tag team wrestling has always been a cornerstone of this company."
"These titles right here are about brotherhood," Steve said, holding one belt in each hand, "about teamwork, about buildin' duos that one day could stand shoulder to shoulder as a team who understand chemistry. Trust. Sacrifice."
Dusty nodded. "This division right here? It's where future greats are born. The next Dudley Boyz, Edge and Christian, the Hardy Boyz, the Hart Foundation... all of 'em."
The names drew another wave of cheers.
They moved again, this time toward the bottom left corner.
Dusty paused, glancing at the crowd. "Now this one? This one's special."
Steve reached up and pulled the cloth away.
The NXT North American Championship was revealed.
The design stood out immediately. A rich brown leather strap held a striking centerpiece shaped with layered plates. At the center sat the NXT logo, bold and prominent, with a detailed map of North America behind it.
Gold tones shimmered against darker accents, giving the title a prestigious, almost old school feel combined with modern flair. The side plates added depth, giving the belt a prestigious, workhorse feel.
Cole's voice rose on commentary. "That is a beautiful championship."
Josh agreed. "That's the kind of title that screams opportunity."
Dusty held it proudly. "This right here is for the workhorses. The ones who can go night after night. The ones who make this company better every time they step between the ropes."
The cheers grew louder.
Only one pillar remained.
The upper left corner.
The crowd already sensed it.
They began clapping rhythmically, anticipation building.
Dusty laughed, pointing around the arena. "Oh, I hear ya. Looks like everybody knows what's comin' next."
The fans roared back.
Cole's voice rose. "This has to be it. The top prize."
Josh added, "This is the one everyone wants."
Dusty stepped aside, letting Steve take center stage.
Steve raised his microphone. "This championship," he said, voice steady, "will determine who among these men is truly ready. Ready to carry this brand. Ready to prove they are world championship material."
The fans erupted.
Steve lifted his hand.
"Count it down with me."
The arena responded instantly.
"TEN!" "NINE!" "EIGHT!"
Dusty leaned in, eyes shining.
"SEVEN!" "SIX!" "FIVE!"
"FOUR!" "THREE!" "TWO!" "ONE!"
Steve yanked the cloth away.
The NXT Championship was revealed.
The reaction was deafening.
A black leather strap framed a massive gold centerpiece. The plate was bold and unmistakable, dominated by the large, gold NXT logo set against a dark background that made it pop under the lights. Thick gold edging and solid weight gave it the feel of a true world championship, a title that didn't look developmental at all, it looked like a championship meant to be earned, not given.
"This is it!" Cole shouted. "The NXT Championship! That is a world class title!"
Josh sounded awestruck. "Whoever wins that tonight… their life changes as they will proves they're future world champion material!"
Dusty stood beside Steve, nodding solemnly. "This one," he said quietly, letting the noise wash over him, "this one tells you if you belong. If you can hang. If you're ready for the big time."
The segment closed with Dusty spreading his arms wide.
"Now comes the fun part."
The fans leaned in.
"Tonight," Dusty announced, "three battle royals… and one fatal five way tag team match… to crown the first ever champions of NXT!"
The arena exploded.
Even with only six hundred fans, it sounded like thousands.
Cole couldn't hide his excitement. "Are you kidding me?! Four champions crowned on the first night!"
Josh laughed. "This is how you debut a brand!"
Dusty and Steve exited the ring as the ring crew quickly moved in, removing the pillars and placing the championships carefully at ringside near the commentary desk.
The energy never dipped.
The show rolled on immediately.
The first match was announced.
A Battle Royale for the NXT Women's Championship.
The crowd roared as the women began to emerge.
One by one, the competitors entered, each receiving their own reaction.
Rebecca Knox, now known as Becky Lynch, stepped out first, fiery confidence in her stride.
Davina Rose, now Bayley, followed, waving shyly but smiling wide.
Charlotte Flair walked out next, regal posture, eyes locked on the ring.
Maxxine.
Naomi.
Kaitlyn.
Aksana.
Alicia Fox.
Each woman brought her own energy, her own presence.
Then Brittani Knight, now Paige, strode out, intense, unapologetic.
Mercedes KV, now Sasha Banks, followed, swaggering with undeniable confidence.
Tenille Dashwood, now Emma, entered to cheers, playful but focused.
And finally—
Kana.
Now known as Asuka.
The crowd buzzed the moment she appeared. There was something different about her. Something dangerous. She walked to the ring with calm purpose, eyes cold, movements precise.
All the women filled the ring, shoulder to shoulder, tension thick in the air.
"All these women," Josh said. "All fighting to become the very first NXT Women's Champion."
The bell rang.
The ring was a storm of motion the moment the bell finished echoing.
Twelve women, twelve ambitions, all colliding at once.
Becky Lynch was the first to plant her feet, firing sharp forearms into Maxxine, backing her toward the ropes. Charlotte Flair went toe to toe with Kaitlyn in a test of strength, the two powerhouses shoving for leverage in the center. Naomi darted through the chaos, springing off the ropes to catch Aksana with a flying kick that sent her staggering backward.
"This is absolute chaos!" Cole shouted over the roar. "Twelve competitors, all trying to make history!"
Josh barely had time to breathe. "This is exactly what Dusty Rhodes promised, opportunity, unpredictability, and hunger!"
On one side of the ring, Paige and Sasha Banks locked eyes for half a second, a silent acknowledgment, before crashing together with rapid strikes, forearms snapping back and forth with vicious intent. Neither woman gave an inch, both moving with a sharpness that immediately stood out.
Bayley nearly got overwhelmed again as Alicia Fox and Maxxine closed in on her, trying to muscle her over the ropes. Bayley kicked wildly, desperation in her eyes, until Emma slid in low, grabbing Alicia's leg and tripping her up.
Emma popped to her feet, firing a stiff elbow that sent Maxxine reeling.
"Not today!" Emma shouted, grabbing Bayley by the arm and pulling her back into the fray.
"That's the heart right there!" Josh exclaimed. "Bayley was inches away from elimination!"
Asuka, meanwhile, had claimed her own corner of the ring, and turned it into a danger zone.
Aksana charged at her.
Asuka sidestepped and blasted her with a spinning back kick to the ribs that folded her in half. Without hesitation, Asuka followed with a brutal forearm smash, then a snap kick that sent Aksana tumbling backward through the ropes.
Aksana hit the floor.
Savanna's voice rang out clearly. "Aksana has been eliminated!"
The crowd reacted instantly, buzzing louder.
"And there goes Aksana!" Cole called. "Asuka with absolute precision!"
Asuka didn't celebrate. She simply turned, eyes scanning the ring, already hunting her next target.
Charlotte Flair lifted Naomi clean off her feet near the ropes, trying to dump her out, but Naomi flipped her body, landing on the apron. Charlotte rushed forward, but Naomi snapped a kick to her face, then slingshotted herself back in, catching Charlotte with a split-legged dropkick that knocked the Queen backward.
"Naomi staying alive!" Josh shouted.
Kaitlyn bulldozed through the middle, leveling Alicia Fox with a shoulder tackle, then immediately turning to clash with Paige.
The two women exchanged heavy blows, Paige's strikes crisp and sharp, Kaitlyn's raw power forcing Paige back step by step.
Sasha Banks saw an opening and rushed in, grabbing Paige from behind and trying to muscle her over the top. Paige hooked the ropes with her arm, snarling, kicking backward to catch Sasha in the shin.
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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