Following the chaotic match of Jaxon Carter and Jackson Drake, Drake was escorted to medical and Jaxon stayed behind at ringside to watch the tag-title match between OTM and The Vanity project.
Jaxon grabs a steel chair from ringside, snaps it open with a deafening clack , and sits directly at the foot of the entrance ramp. He rests his newly won Evolve Championship across his lap, his karge hands dropped over the gold, staring holes into the ring.
Back in tge ring.
The bell rings, Baylor tries to start off strong by delivering a drop kick, but his legs are shaking. Nima catches him midair and tosses him to the corner like a bag of trash. Nima hits Baylor with a hellish right hand that sends him staggering and hits the floor. He then looks over to Jaxon, as if looking for a seal if approval as Jaxon nods slowly.
Five minutes later into the match, OTM cut the ring in half as they make back and forth tags and isolated Baylor from Smokes. Price, the now legal man charges at Baylor, who was resting on the turnbuckle. Baylor shits his body, resulting in Price hitting shoulder first. Baylor than hits a drop kick to the side of the face of Price, resulting in price falling to his knees. Baylor Crawls to his side of the ring and finally manages to hit the hot tag to Ricky Smokes.
Smokes comes in the ring like a man possessed. He starts off by delivering a chop to the leg left leg of price, keeping the OTM member on his feet. He than goes from rope to rope to increase his momentum, hitting the natural selection on price.
"Ohh. What a move by the champion. He's moving like a man possessed in there, Book."
"I like this plan, Vic. This is the only way to keep a big man down, you continue to put the pressure on him."
Smokes, now feeling the momentum goes to the top rope to hit a "frog splash", but Price moves out the way at the last second. As Smokes gets back to his feet his hit by a pounce from Price that sends him to the turnbuckles. As he ricochet off he is hoisted up and hit with a massive powerslam. Price goes for the pin.
"One...two...th-"
Baylor breaks the pin up by kicking Price on the side of the gead. Nima joins the ring in frustration as well and sends Baylor to the outside, leaving only Price and Smokes in the ring.
"Price is still feeling the effect if that kick, Book."
"Yeah, the big man is till trying to get back to his feet."
Smokes sees the opening. As Price struggles to find his footing, Smokes climbs to the second rope and leap, driving a vicious double foot stomp right into the shoulder blades of price. The impact flatness the big man, and Smokes hooks the leg with everything he has left.
"One...two...th-"
Price powers out, throwing Smokes off him. With such force that Smokes nearly hits the referee.
"How did Price kick out of That?! Smokes put his entire heart into that cover!!"
"It's the 'Mud' midnight, man!!! You can't keep these boys down with just one move. They're built different."
Outside the ring, Baylor isbtrying to crawl back to the apron to help his partner, but he's met by a shadow. Bronco Nima had circled the ring like a shark. He snatches Baylor by the throat, hoisting him up with terrifying ease.
Nima let's out a roar and drives Baylor spine-first into the edge of the barricade with a release Powerbomb. The sound of Baylor's back hitting the steel sends a hush over the front row. Baylor crumples into a heap, completely neutralized.
Back inside the squared circle, Smokes is frantically trying to pick Price up for one last desperation move. But he's running on empty. Price catches Smokes arm, spins him around, and nearly turns him inside out with a Samoan Drop that rattles the ring boards.
Price doesn't go for the cover. He looks over at Jaxon, who is now standing up from his chair, clutching his Evolve Title. Jaxon points a single finger at Smokes.
"Finish him."
He says looking at Price. Who drags Smokes to the center and tags in Nima. The two locks eyes, they hoist Smokes up high. Nima drives him down with the Powerbomb while price snaps the neck back in one fluid, devastating motion. Smokes hits the mat and doesn't even twitch. Nima drops into a lateral press, starting directly at Jaxon as the referee starts the count.
"One... Two...three. ring the bell!!!"
"The winners of this match, and NEWWWW, NXT Tag Team Champions. Lucien Price and Bronco Nima. O-T-M!!!"
The crowd claps their hands as they are handed their titles. Jaxon slowly enters the ring as the 3 raise their titles.
"Book, is it safe to say that the landscape of Evolve and NXT has completely changed with OTM sitting in the driving seat?"
"No vic, you're absolutely right to say that. OTM have now established themselves as the heads of NXT and Evolve."
The three titans stand in the ring as Jqxon calls for the mic.
"Take a good look. I told you guys that 'Once you swim in this mud, you ain't never making it out' So. And this gold on our shoulders? This Gold isn't just metal and leather. These are the receipts for every 'No' we ever heard. These are the trophies for every drop of blood we spilled while you were all sleeping. To the locker room at the back, don't bother looking for a way to stop us. You can't fight the tide when the mud is already in your lungs."
He leans in closer to the mic, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper that carries through the entire arena.
"Jackson Drake found out the hard way. The Vanity Project? A group of ego made by the system were just the furst casualties of a war you didn't even know started. We are OTM. And as of right now... this is show, no. Our Tranches. And as long as I have this title, I am the Kingpin of these Tranches!!!.
Jaxon dropped the mic as he and OTM raises their respective titles to the air.
"Oh my God, Book. Talk about a statement made by the 'Kingpin' of NXT and OTM."
"This right here is a dangerous, dangerous group of individuals, man. I'm telling you, OTM was already dangerous before. Now with Jaxon in the driving seat? They are more laser focused, more deadly and more ruthless!! NXT, You've been warned."