The arena explodes as Goldberg’s music hits. He storms out, a snarl on his face, pyro blasting around him. The legend is focused. No nonsense. He’s here for the Intercontinental Title. Nate King and Lyani Croft enter to a chorus of boos—Intercontinental Chamiponship glistening on his shoulder. His expression cold and surgical. He doesn’t play to the crowd. He doesn’t care. He walks down like a man going to war.
The bell rings—and Goldberg blasts out of the corner with a spear attempt right away—but Nate sidesteps, shoving Goldberg head-first into the ring post! Goldberg staggers—and Nate targets the neck, stomping it, trapping Goldberg’s head against the bottom rope, crushing it with a boot.
Michael Cole screams, “Nate King is a mad man tonight.”
Goldberg roars back—deadlifting Nate into a powerslam, shaking the ring. The veteran fires up, bleeding slightly from the temple, and hits a thunderous spear that folds Nate in half! He signals for the Jackhammer—but as he hoists Nate up, the champion rakes the eyes, slides off—and hits a brutal chop block, taking Goldberg’s leg out from under him. Nate goes ballistic, dropping repeated knee strikes to Goldberg’s neck and skull. The ref warns him—Nate doesn’t care. He drags Goldberg’s head under the bottom rope, leaps up, and delivers a curb stomp on the apron.Goldberg’s body slumps. The referee checks on him. Goldberg groggily waves him off—but Nate doesn’t wait. He rolls Goldberg out of the ring into the floor. With a devilish grin on his lips, Nate hit King’s Rule (kneeling hammerlock DDT) and connects on the exposed concrete floor. The ref nearly calls it, but Nate throws Goldberg back in the ring.
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Winner and STILL Intercontinental Champion: Nate King.
Nate didn’t even bother letting the ref raise his hand. He rolled out of the ring and right Kyani, who was holding the International Championship. The only time he broke his stoic demeanor was when he wrapped his arm around her, causing a grin to form. Kyani put an arm around Nate’s waist, grinning as she praised him.
“You’re great, babe. He’s gonna be happy.”
The camera followed the duo into Gorilla. Kyani still singing Nate’s praise before she trailed off, looking forward. Nate’s arm left her shoulders, so he could cross his arms and his look going right back to stoic, meaning business. Gunther is waiting. Arms crossed, his presence towering and imposing as ever.
“You’re welcome. Just uh, don’t forget your end of this bargain.”
Nate eyes stayed on Gunther’s as his finger taps the World Heavyweight Championship before smirking and throwing his arm back around Kyani. The duo left together, leaving Gunther to go destroy Goldberg. AGAIN.