WWE NXT (10.28.25 = 7.4455)

NXT: Haunted Hour Results

Cold Open –“The Unboxing of Doom” 🎃 

The show begins with eerie fog and flickering lights… until the camera pans to The Hurricane sitting at a folding table covered in “collector’s items.” Dramatic spooky music plays… until he rips open a cardboard box from eBay with reckless glee.

The Hurricane (grinning ear to ear):

“At last! The Holy Grail of heroic hardware! The Undisputed Championship of the World!”

He proudly lifts the urine-stained HLW title belt high into the air. The belt drips ominously.

HBP (off-screen):

“Is that… leaking?”

Hurricane turns to find HBP in the corner, gagging.

HBP:

“Oh sweet mercy, it smells like Mickey’s grave!”

Hurricane (pats the belt lovingly):

“That’s what gives it authenticity, brother!”

HBP clutches his stomach, nearly collapsing.

Hurricane (genuinely concerned):

“Are you okay, man? Are your nerves still shot from losing the North American Title?”

HBP nods weakly, and Hurricane throws an arm around him.

Hurricane:

“I believe in you, brother! And if you ever wanna hold this belt…” (he offers the soggy title) “…you can.”

HBP immediately vomits into a trash can.

Hurricane:

“Okay… maybe after a rinse cycle.”

Cue the thunder crack and theme music as the NXT: Haunted Hour logo splashes across the screen.

[Cut to the Commentary Desk]

Booker T:

“Now tell me he didn’t just say that! Folks, I’ve gotten word that the NXT Tag Team Champions, DIY, have been asked to vacate the NXT Tag Titles! Word is they’ve been called up to SmackDown!”

Vic Joseph:

“That’s right, Booker! CCO Triple H is shaking up the brands, and we’ll get the official rosters this Friday at SmackDown: Trick or Throwdown!”

Booker T:

“And that’s not all—Zen Hogan’s been called up to RAW, which means the Evolve Title is now vacated too! Evolve has officially been shut down, dawg.”

Vic Joseph:

“Massive changes in the NXT landscape, and speaking of legends, Triple H has signed now former Evolve GM Lita and others to Legends deals as part of this restructuring!”

[Opening Contest] 🎃 

Matt Cardona vs. Andre Chase

A strong opener full of crowd banter. Chase U chants rain down, but Cardona plays the perfect heel, yelling “This is MY school now!” before finishing Chase off with Radio Silence for the win.

Winner: Matt Cardona

After the bell, The Revolutionaries (Seth Rollins, Jon Moxley, and Roman Reigns) hit the ring through the crowd. They circle Cardona like wolves.

Moxley grabs the Dual Dominion Title… Cardona’s precious prize and dumps it into a trash can.

Reigns: “You think this represents power?”

He splashes gasoline onto it.

Rollins: “Power burns, brother.”

Rollins lights a match, drops it in—the title goes up in flames as the crowd gasps. The Revolutionaries walk off through smoke and boos.

Backstage  “The Hart of Darkness” 🎃 

The camera finds Bret Hart sitting in a dim locker room, staring at a framed picture of his parents.

Bret (softly):

“I hope I’ve lived up to being the man you wanted me to be, Dad.”

A ghostly voice responds:

“You have, son…”

Bret (eyes widen):

“Dad? Is that you?”

Voice:

“No… it’s your pal Bill.”

Bret spins around to see Goldberg standing there, awkward grin and all.

Bret (flatly):

“Oh great. A real Halloween horror.”

Goldberg shrugs.

Goldberg:

“Trick or treat, Bret.”

Bret:

“I pick… neither.”

Back to ringside 

All Ego Ethan Page vs. Tony D’Angelo (non-title)

Page leans into his smarmy, arrogant persona… mocking Tony’s family ties while D’Angelo counters with pure aggression. A distraction from Stacks backfires, allowing Page to hit the Ego’s Edge for the pin.

Winner: Ethan Page

Page grabs a mic post-match:

“Call up whoever you want, Triple H. ‘All Ego’ runs this place now.”

Video Package: “Trick’s Haunted Mansion” 🎃 

Moody jazz plays as we drift into Trick Williams’ lavish mansion—complete with cobwebs, candelabras, and a hot tub in the living room. Trick lounges shirtless, NXT Championship draped across his chest, cigar in one hand and Hennessy in the other.

Trick:

“Being champ is tough. My life is hard. I wake up, defend the gold, sip fine liquor, and reflect on how great I am.”

He clinks his glass to the camera.

Trick:

“I plan on being champ for a long time. So, to whoever’s gunnin’ for me…” (he smirks) “…you better bring more than a costume, ‘cause the Trick or Treat’s over.”

Smoke swirls, and the camera fades out on his gold-toothed grin.

End of show

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