January 13, 2026
Opening
We open on black. Old-school martial arts movie music plays. Big, dramatic. Very 90s.TEXT ON SCREEN: HOLLYWOOD. SOUNDSTAGE 7.
Cut to a wide shot of a massive movie set. Fake explosions. Cardboard skyscrapers. A green screen with a badly-rendered wrestling ring behind it.
A giant clapperboard slams shut. CLAPPERBOARD: DOUBLE IMPACT 2: DOUBLE THE IMPACT
The director, wearing sunglasses indoors, yells: And… ACTION! Cue smoke machines going way too hard. Out of the smoke step JEAN-CLAUDE VAN DAMME… and ROB VAN DAM—both wearing matching trench coats, black tank tops, and absurdly serious faces.
They strike the exact same pose.
They realize it. They slowly turn and look at each other. ROB VAN DAM…You stretching, bro? JEAN-CLAUDE VAN DAMME Always.
They both do a dramatic split at the same time. A PA drops a coffee in the background as he watches on.
Cut to a villain lair set. It looks like a knockoff corporate boardroom mixed with a cartoon theme park. At the center: TIMMY MOUSE. He’s a full Disney mouse parody. Too cheerful. Too dead-eyed. Timmy adjusts a tiny CEO tie.
TIMMY MOUSE(laughing nervously)in a high pitched voice…”Welcome, brothers. Welcome to the World Wrestling Organization!” A creepy echo kicks in. Suddenly Timmy freezes. His eyes glow bright Purple. His voice drops two octaves.
REMI MOUSE (POSSESSING TIMMY)(in an exaggerated Eastern Indian accent that sounds like Apo from the Simpsons)”Brother… I have returned… and I now control… SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT.”
Thunder cracks. One of the crew whispers, “Is this okay legally?”Cut back to Jean-Claude and Rob.
JEAN-CLAUDE VAN DAMME “You see this? Even my last movie villain did not have… a mouse.”
ROB VAN DAM: “Yeah, man. This is next level.”
Timmy snaps back to normal, smiling again.
TIMMY MOUSE: “Gentlemen, the WWO owns all the wrestling now! The rings! The belts! The entrance music! The draft exemptions…we propose 35 and Even the surprise roll-ups!”
He laughs. A mouse henchman wheels in a whiteboard that reads:
EVIL PLAN:
• Control wrestling with nine tournaments and twenty five different divisions
• Sell nostalgia
• Ruin fun
•NEVER PUSH FAN FAVORITES and have Aluminum Head monologue
Jean-Claude squints at it.
JEAN-CLAUDE VAN DAMME: “This is… unacceptable.”
Rob nods, deadly serious.
ROB VAN DAM: “Nobody messes with wrestling and gets away with it. Not even a possessed cartoon rodent, dude.”
They crack their knuckles in unison. Suddenly—DIRECTOR (O.S.)CUT! CUT! CUT!
Everything stops.The director storms in.
DIRECTOR: “Rob, you can’t say “dude” like that. This is cinema.
Rob hits a joint.
ROB VAN DAM: “Bro, I am cinema.”
Jean-Claude gives a slow, respectful nod. His eyes are bloodshot. He is clearly in a daze.
Timmy Mouse raises a paw.
TIMMY MOUSE: “Uh… are we rolling?Because Remi’s about to do a musical number.”
The director sighs.
DIRECTOR: “Fine. Reset. From the mouse possession. And someone get legal on the phone.”
The camera suddenly WHIP-PANS to reveal SHAWN MICHAELS, leaning against a lighting rig, arms crossed, smirking.
SHAWN MICHAELS: “You know… this is still less chaotic than NXT.”
Cue NXT THEME MUSIC hitting HARD. GRAPHIC:NXT
The arena is bathed in gold and black lights. Smoke rolls across the stage as NXT’s theme music hits, echoing through the packed arena. The camera pans over the cheering crowd—signs waving, chants roaring.
Cut to the commentary desk where Vic Joseph and Booker T are ready, eyes bright with excitement.
Vic Joseph:“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to NXT! We are live, and we are ready to go! And oh boy, do we have a stacked night for you!”
Booker T:
“CHAOS, Vic! And that’s just the beginning! You think you know what’s coming tonight, but let me tell you… when you got talent like Ethan Page, Trick Williams, Mistico, Kyle O’Reilly, HBP, and Zen Hogan all in the mix, all bets are off!”
Cut to clips of the steel cage lowering, Ethan Page and Trick Williams trading strikes, Mistico hitting high-flying moves, Kyle O’Reilly’s intense training footage, and HBP stomping his chest in the ring.
Vic Joseph:“And that steel cage match? It’s for the NXT Championship! Trick Williams defending against Ethan Page. These two have history, and the cage ensures there’s no escaping, no interference—just pure, unadulterated action!”
Booker T:“And don’t forget about tonight’s tag team match! Mistico and Kyle O’Reilly versus HBP and Zen Hogan. All four men are fan favorites, but you never know what’s going to happen when the NXT Superstars collide! Somebody could walk out changed forever…”
The camera sweeps over the cheering crowd again, chanting.
Crowd: “WE WANT NXT! WE WANT NXT!”
Vic Joseph:“Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up. Strap in. Get ready for non-stop action because NXT is coming at you LIVE, and it is going to be unforgettable!
”Booker T:“Unforgettable is right, Vic!
The camera zooms out as pyro erupts over the stage and the NXT logo blazes across the big screen.
TAG TEAM MATCH
Mistico & Kyle O’Reilly vs HBP & Zen Hogan
The arena lights blaze down as the crowd erupts. All four men make their entrances to thunderous cheers. Masks, flashy moves, and signature gear—everyone is getting their moment. The tension is palpable because all four men are fan favorites, and the energy is electric.
Vic Joseph: “This is going to be incredible, folks! Four of NXT’s best in the ring tonight—high-flying, technical wrestling… and maybe a little chaos!”
Booker T: “Chaos is right, Vic! And you know these guys all respect each other.”
The bell rings. Mistico and Zen start things off. Mistico uses his agility to evade Zen’s early attacks, countering with a springboard arm drag. Zen responds with a running forearm, then tags in HBP.
HBP explodes with his usual intensity—big shoulder tackles, a flurry of chops, and a spinning back elbow. Mistico blocks a clothesline and hits a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, sending HBP crashing into the corner. The crowd roars.
Kyle O’Reilly tags in, and the match shifts into technical masterclass mode. Kyle and HBP lock up for the first time ever—mat wrestling, chain wrestling, transitions galore. The action is fast, hard-hitting, and both men trade near falls.
Vic Joseph:“Look at the precision from Kyle O’Reilly! This is why he’s one of the best in the world!”
Mistico tags in, bringing high-flying chaos back. He hits springboard crossbodies, springboard moonsaults, and dives onto Zen Hogan on the floor. HBP is struggling to get back in the ring. The match continues back-and-forth, near falls stacking up. HBP hits a sickening spinebuster on Kyle, but Mistico breaks up the pin. Kyle hits HBP with a knee strike while Mistico keeps Zen occupied, hitting a crisp brainbuster for a pin. ONE!TWO!THREE! The crowd erupts—Mystico and Kyle win—but there’s a stunned silence. Kyle doesn’t celebrate with Mistico.
Instead, he pushes Mistico away and snaps. He grabs a steel chair from ringside while HBP is still groggy and kneeling. The fans go into a frenzy. Mistico looks shocked, signaling for him to stop—but Kyle smashes the chair across HBP’s back, over and over, mercilessly.
Booker T:“Oh no… Kyle O’Reilly… what is he doing?”
Kyle drags HBP to the center of the ring, pulling the North American Championship off the apron. HBP barely moves, dazed and vulnerable. Kyle stares at the title, walking around it like he’s admiring a trophy. He finally picks it up, smiles coldly, and then does the unthinkable—throws it over HBP’s unconscious body. The title lands with a sickening thud.
Vic Joseph:“This… this is unbelievable! Kyle O’Reilly has just turned on the fana… and he’s claimed the North American Championship in the most brutal way imaginable!”
Mistico is left in the ring, glaring at Kyle, unable to intervene. Zen Hogan stumbles to his knees, shouting at Kyle, but Kyle smirks, climbs the ropes, and raises the North American Championship high as the crowd boos mercilessly.
Booker T:“You talk about a real piece of shit, Vic… Kyle O’Reilly just changed everything in NXT!”
The camera pans over the shocked crowd as Kyle slowly walks up the ramp with the belt, leaving the devastated HBP in the ring. Mistico helps Zen Hogan to their feet, both looking furious and betrayed.
Vic Joseph:“This is the start of something dangerous… Kyle O’Reilly is officially a villain now, and the North American Championship… has a new, ruthless pursuer!”
Ad break for a preview of this Friday’s Smackdown
The screen fades from black, and the camera slowly zooms in on Braun Strowman standing in the middle of a dimly lit warehouse. Smoke curls around his boots. He’s holding the United States Championship high, chest heaving, a small smirk on his face.
From the shadows, Lumis and Rowan step forward, their expressions unreadable, almost eerily calm. The camera lingers on the tension in the air—ominous music plays faintly in the background.
Lumis: “Braun… we’re glad you’re the United States Champion. Truly. You’ve earned that.”
Rowan: “But… we have to ask ourselves… is it wise for you to be acting like the leader of the Hollow right now?”
Strowman’s brow furrows. He tilts the title slightly, the metal glinting under the sparse light.
Braun Strowman: “Wise? Wisdom is overrated. Strength… fear… respect… that’s what keeps the Hollow together. Joe Gacy isn’t here, but that doesn’t mean the Hollow is leaderless.”
Lumis: “Joe Gacy’s absence… it’s troubling. And even strong men can fall when they take on too much.”
Rowan: “We just hope you know the difference between leading and walking into a trap. Because when Gacy returns… things could get… complicated.”
Strowman takes a step forward, cracking his knuckles, the shadows stretching across his massive frame.
Braun Strowman: “Complicated doesn’t scare me. I’ve handled monsters, armies… even the Hollow. Let him come back. Let him try. The United States Championship… and the Hollow? They both belong to me.”
A slow zoom on Strowman’s intense glare. Lumis and Rowan exchange a subtle glance, a hint of unease flashing in their eyes.
Lumis (quietly, almost to themselves): “Sometimes even giants fall, Braun…”
The screen cuts to black with the words in jagged letters: “SmackDown – The Hollow’s Future Hangs in the Balance”
Faint echo of Strowman’s laughter as the promo fades out.
NXT CHAMPIONSHIP – STEEL CAGE MATCH
Champion: Trick Williams
Challenger: Ethan Page
The camera circles the steel cage as it lowers, the crowd in Orlando already on its feet. The mesh rattles as it locks into place, sealing both men inside.
Vic Joseph: “This is it! No escape, no interference, noore stealing titles that don’t belong to you—Ethan Page and Trick Williams locked inside the steel cage for the NXT Championship!”
Booker T: “Vic, this is where you find out who really want it. Ain’t nowhere to run now, baby! Shucky Ducky Quack Quack!”
The referee raises the NXT Championship high. Trick stares through the cage, jaw clenched. Ethan Page smirks, nodding to himself. The bell rings. Opening moments they circle cautiously. Trick uses his reach, pawing with a jab. Page slaps it away and shoves Trick chest-first into the cage. CLANG. Trick grimaces but fires back with a forearm. Page answers with one of his own. The two trade stiff shots in the center of the ring—forearm after forearm—until Trick rocks Page with a sharp right hand. The crowd erupts. Trick explodes forward—big clothesline! Page goes down hard.
Trick feeds off the energy, stomping Page and driving a knee into his ribs. He pulls Page up—Page reverses, yanking Trick forward and snapping him face-first into the steel. CLANG.
Vic Joseph: “That’ll rearrange your face in a hurry!”
Page grinds Trick’s forehead against the cage, talking trash the entire time. Ethan Page:“This is MY moment!”
Page whips Trick across the ring—Trick rebounds and gets spine-crushed into the steel. Page capitalizes with a running back elbow, then a snap suplex for a quick cover. ONE!TWO! Trick kicks out. Ethan Page takes control.
Page slows things down, exactly his style. He traps Trick in the corner and unloads with body shots, then repeatedly drives Trick’s shoulder into the cage wall.
Booker T: “That steel don’t give, Vic. Every hit takes something outta you!”
Page climbs to the second rope and leaps—diving elbow drop! Cover again. ONE!TWO!
Trick kicks out with authority. Page’s expression shifts. The smirk fades. He pulls Trick up and hits a power slam, rolls through, and locks in a grounded chinlock, grinding Trick down. The crowd rallies. Crowd:“WHOOP THAT TRICK!”
Trick starts to rise, feeding off the chant. He elbows out, breaks free, and fires back with rapid right hands. Trick hits the ropes—BIG BOOT! Page goes down.Trick follows with a jumping neckbreaker, then kips up to a massive reaction.Trick grabs Page and launches him into the cage—CLANG! Then again—CLANG! Then a third time for good measure. Page stumbles out of the corner and eats a pop-up uppercut. Cover.ONE!TWO! Page barely kicks out. Trick doesn’t slow down. He lifts Page—TRICK SHOT—NO! Page slips out the back and shoves Trick into the referee! The ref crumples in the corner. Vic Joseph: “The referee is down!”
Page capitalizes immediately—low blow! The crowd BOOS loudly. Page laughs, soaking it in. He drags Trick to the center of the ring and plants him with an Ego’s Edge! Page covers—but there’s no referee. Page slams the mat in frustration. Page snaps. He drags Trick to the cage door and repeatedly smashes it into Trick’s ribs. Then he climbs the cage, stands halfway up, and looks down with pure contempt. He leaps—DIVING ELBOW THROUGH THE AIR! Both men are down. The referee begins to stir. The crowd chants again. Crowd:“WHOOP THAT TRICK!” Trick crawls to his knees. Page charges—Trick counters with a snap powerslam! Both men are exhausted, but Trick digs deep. He hits a running knee strike, then pulls Page up.TRICK SHOT—CONNECTS!The crowd EXPLODES.
Trick collapses into the cover as the referee crawls over. ONE!TWO!
Page gets his foot on the bottom rope—but there are no rope breaks in a cage match. The referee hesitates, confused—Page uses the moment to rake Trick’s eyes. Page rolls Trick up—handful of tights AND the cage for leverage. The referee turns—ONE!TWO!THREE! The bell rings. Silence. Then chaos.
Vic Joseph: “He did it! Ethan Page has done it!”
Booker T: “Oh my goodness… I don’t like how it happened, but it happened!”
Ethan Page releases the tights and rolls out of the ring, clutching the NXT Championship as the cage begins to lift.
Trick Williams sits up in disbelief, holding his face, realizing what just happened.
Page stands on the stage, raises the title high, and screams back toward the ring…
Ethan Page: “I TOLD YOU! THIS WAS MY TIME!”
Confetti falls—not celebratory, but cold and bitter.
The camera lingers on Trick Williams, kneeling in the ring, fire in his eyes.
Vic Joseph: “Trick Williams gave everything he had… but tonight belongs to Ethan Page. A new NXT Champion has been crowned.”
Fade out on Page holding the title aloft—smiling, smug, and dangerous.
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