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Coming off of Bad Blood, this really felt like a huge episode of SD. The Bloodline stuff and in particular the Roman/Jey friction continues to be really enthralling. All the segments throughout this episode hit the mark. Credit to you as well, as you seem to have found the perfect niche of portraying emotions and conflict effectively in description, whilst not creating 20,000 word long shows. It's a style that's really working.

And whilst the Jey/Roman tease superkick was super interesting, you then doubled down with Orton turning on Cody. A gigantic moment in the scheme of things and I can't wait until we dig deeper into promos/reasonings etc. But as a first attack, the turn and brutality of it was great.

I think Alexa Bliss joining Nia and Tiffy is an inspired choice to. I still think the Nia/Tiffy stuff is not resolved and will bubble in the background, but based on Alexa's history with Nia, I like this group forming. Perfect heels for babyface Bayley and Sasha to play off. Good stuff.

One area I'd love for you to put some further work into is the women's tag division. I love Bianca and Jade as a team, but Shayne and Zoey are meh, and just don't feel like a legitimate threat in my opinion. It's what makes this not very interesting for me. Hoping you have some long term plans here to spice things up.

A really great episode in general though. Well done.
 

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fantastic work on Sasha the Boss banks the smirk and the talking down to nia and tiffany look forward to more just one question what the colour of her hair?
 

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Monday Night Raw
October 14th 2024
The show begins with CM Punk’s theme song blasting through the speakers to a huge reaction from the crowd. Punk stands in the ring with a microphone in hand, looking focused but slightly battered. The crowd cheers as Punk addresses the audience.

CM Punk: [smiling wryly] I know, I know… you all want to hear me talk about that Hell in a Cell match with Drew McIntyre. Yeah, it was brutal. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it – I’m not near 100% right now. But that’s how we do things around here, right? We push ourselves beyond limits. We fight through the pain, the exhaustion, and the doubt. And while my body may not be at its best right now... [pauses for emphasis] come Crown Jewel, I will be. You can believe that.

The crowd cheers at the mention of Crown Jewel.

CM Punk: Because Adam Pearce has made it official. At Crown Jewel, I will challenge Gunther for the World Heavyweight Championship.

The crowd erupts in excitement as Punk’s eyes narrow, his voice hardening.

CM Punk: Gunther, I know you've been unstoppable. You've been dominant, no one’s been able to take you down... yet. But here’s the thing. The road to greatness doesn’t come without scars, without blood, without sacrifice. And when I step into that ring with you, I’m bringing everything I’ve got. No excuses, no fear. I’ll be at my absolute best when I take that World Heavyweight Championship from you.

Before Punk can continue, the ominous sound of "The Ring General’s" music hits, and Gunther marches out, holding the World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. He steps into the ring, glaring at Punk as the two men face off.

Gunther: [coldly, almost mocking] You talk a lot about 'being at your best,' Punk. But if we’re being honest, I used to respect you. You were one of the WWE superstars I admired all those years ago. But then... you became a quitter.

The crowd falls silent, tension rising as Gunther’s words sink in.

Gunther: You quit on this company, you quit on your fans, and most importantly, you quit on yourself. Now, you're back here, pretending like you're some kind of savior, but I see right through it. When I beat you at Crown Jewel, Punk... you’ll do what you do best. You’ll quit. Again.

The crowd boos loudly, and Punk’s expression hardens.

CM Punk: [gritting his teeth] Quit? I didn't quit. I walked away. Big difference. You think I’m the same guy who walked out years ago, don’t you? You think you know what I’m capable of. But at Crown Jewel, I’m gonna show you that you have no idea who you're stepping into the ring with.

Punk steps closer to Gunther, his voice steady but full of fire.

CM Punk: When that bell rings, I’m going to do what I do best, Gunther. I’m going to fight. And when that fight’s over, I’m going to walk out of that ring as the World Heavyweight Champion. And that, my friend, is something you’ll never see coming.

The tension in the ring is palpable. The crowd is on their feet as the two men stare each other down, the World Heavyweight Championship between them, their destinies set for Crown Jewel.

CM Punk: So at Crown Jewel, don’t just bring your belt, Gunther. Bring everything you’ve got... because when I’m done, the only thing you'll be able to do is quit. And that’s something I never do.

Punk drops the mic, and the camera zooms in on both men, still locked in an intense stare-down as the crowd roars with anticipation for their epic showdown at Crown Jewel.



Match #1: Braun Strowman and Karrion Kross w/Scarlett vs The Miz and R-Truth

The match begins with The Miz desperately trying to avoid Braun Strowman’s overwhelming power. Miz quickly attempts to tag in R-Truth, but Strowman cuts him off, grabbing him by the throat and delivering a massive chokeslam that shakes the ring. The crowd roars as Strowman stands over Miz, almost savoring the moment. Karrion Kross tags in, and his dark, calculated style contrasts with Strowman’s brute force. Kross grabs Miz by the hair, slamming him to the mat with a powerful suplex. Miz tries to fight back, but Kross shuts him down with an Exploder Suplex into the corner, leaving him gasping for air. R-Truth attempts to rush the ring to break up Kross’s domination, but he’s quickly dispatched with a big boot that sends him tumbling to the outside. Strowman, standing on the apron, growls as he watches the chaos unfold. Kross locks in the Kross Jacket on Miz, choking him until Miz is forced to tap out in surrender. Kross releases the hold, smirking as he looks over at Strowman, who nods in approval. Miz and R-Truth both lie motionless in the ring as Strowman climbs into the ring to finish the job. He drags Miz back to the center of the ring and hits him with another devastating powerslam, ensuring that the victory is theirs. He hooks Miz’s leg for the pin and wins.

Match Results: Braun Strowman and Karrion Kross def. The Miz and R-Truth (8:17)

Strowman and Kross stand tall in the ring, victorious and unrelenting. Strowman raises his arms in celebration, his eyes scanning the arena with a wild intensity, while Kross stands behind him, staring ahead, always calculating.

But just as the victory sinks in, the lights in the arena flicker. A distorted static fills the speakers, and the titantron flashes to life. The mask of Uncle Howdy appears on screen, his face half-hidden in shadows. He speaks slowly, his voice filled with malice and dark amusement.

Uncle Howdy: Braun... do you remember this place?

The screen flickers and changes to a chilling image of the Wyatt compound, the familiar, decrepit barn standing tall in the distance, surrounded by thick trees and fog. The eerie atmosphere seems to come alive as the camera pans over the landscape.

Uncle Howdy: This is where you stood with Bray Wyatt... where you walked in the darkness with the rest of the Wyatt Family. Do you remember, Braun? Do you remember what you were, what you became? The mask was once your crown. You were a part of something greater. But now look at you. Look at what you’ve become...

The camera zooms in on Howdy’s face as he tilts his head, the mask’s eyes glowing eerily.

Uncle Howdy: Bray Wyatt would be ashamed of you right now. You betrayed us, turned your back on everything you were, everything we stood for. You burned the mask, and for what? Power? Glory? I told you, Strowman—there’s no escaping what you are. You can join whoever you want, but your past will forever haunt you.

Howdy leans back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the wooden surface, a twisted grin spreading across his face.

Uncle Howdy: You’ll never escape Bray. He lives inside your head. He’ll haunt your dreams, your every waking moment. You can fight it all you want, but the truth is, you’ll never truly be free of him. Your past is a part of you now, and it always will be. You can do whatever you want, but you’ll never escape the shadow of the man who shaped you. The monster you are... you owe it all to him.

A sinister laugh fills the screen, the sound echoing through the arena, chilling the audience to their core. Howdy leans forward, resting his hands on his knees.

Uncle Howdy: I’ll make sure you never forget, Strowman. I’ll make you wish you never turned your back on us. And just like the nightmares that haunt your sleep... I'll make sure your every move is nothing but a painful reminder of the choices you’ve made. You can’t escape it. You’ll never escape me.

The screen flickers again, and Howdy's eerie laugh continues, as he slowly rocks in the wooden chair. The camera zooms in on his twisted smile, and the atmosphere grows darker. As the screen goes black, the arena is filled with an unsettling silence. Strowman stands in the ring, his fists clenched and his eyes burning with anger. His jaw tightens, and his breath comes heavy as he glares at the screen, clearly shaken, but seething with rage. The camera lingers on Strowman’s angry expression as he stares toward the ramp. The haunting words from Howdy hang in the air like a shadow, and Strowman is left standing, unsure of how to move forward. His past, it seems, will never truly let him go.



The camera opens to the backstage area of WWE Raw, where Jackie Redmond is standing next to Chad Gable, who is wearing a smug expression on his face.

Jackie Redmond: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the man who, last week on Raw, defeated Sami Zayn thanks to some help from the Creed Brothers. Chad, after that victory, what’s your reaction to the events that transpired?

Chad Gable smirks confidently, leaning in toward the camera as he takes the microphone from Jackie.

Chad Gable: Well, Jackie, I think last week I made something very clear. Sami Zayn is nothing more than an afterthought. All the hype, all the fanfare... for what? So he can get embarrassed week after week? I showed the world that he’s just a flash in the pan, a momentary blip. And last week? I proved it.

Suddenly, the camera shakes as Sami Zayn charges from behind and blindsides Chad Gable with a brutal attack!

Sami Zayn (shouting): You think you’ve proven something, huh?! You think you’re untouchable?!

Before Sami can continue his assault, the Creed Brothers storm in from the side, jumping into the fray and immediately turning it into a 3-on-1 attack on Sami. Gable, who has recovered, stands off to the side watching with a satisfied smirk as the Creed Brothers stomp down on Sami. The scene explodes into chaos as Sheamus comes charging into the scene, clotheslining one of the Creed Brothers and swinging fists at the other. The two men, Zayn and Sheamus, team up to fight back, exchanging blows with the Creed Brothers as the brawl intensifies. Chairs get knocked over, and the entire area is filled with chaos. Referees scramble in to try and break up the fight, but it’s clear that the two teams are still at each other’s throats. The camera zooms in on the heated confrontation, where it takes multiple referees and General Manager Adam Pearce to separate the four men. Pearce stands in the middle of the chaos, visibly frustrated.

Adam Pearce (yelling over the noise): Alright, enough!

Adam takes a moment to calm himself before addressing the situation.

Adam Pearce: Here’s what’s happening. Tonight, Sami Zayn and Sheamus will face the Creed Brothers in a tag team match! And next week, Chad Gable... you and Sami will face off once again—one-on-one—in a No Disqualification match!

Sami Zayn, still fuming, glares at Chad Gable as the camera zooms in on their heated stare-down. The tension in the air is thick as both men seethe with anger.

Sami Zayn (through clenched teeth): This isn’t over, Gable. Not by a long shot.

The scene fades as the referees and security continue to work to keep both sides apart, with Adam Pearce standing between them to maintain order.



We go back into the arena as Rhea Ripley’s music hits to a huge pop from the crowd. She looks angry and frustrated as she gets in the ring and grabs a mircrophone. She waits for the crowd noise to die down before beginning her promo.

Rhea Ripley: I’m done. I’m done with all the people sticking their noses in my business. Every time I turn around, there's someone else trying to interfere in MY path, trying to steal what’s rightfully mine. And I’ve had enough of it!

The crowd reacts with a mix of excitement and some boos. Rhea paces back and forth in the ring, her eyes burning with intensity.

Rhea Ripley: I fought tooth and nail to be at the top of this division. I carried that title, I owned this division, and then, at SummerSlam, Dominik Mysterio—the man I trusted—turned his back on me. He betrayed me and helped Liv Morgan retain that championship. Then, at Bad Blood, when I was fighting for the championship with no Judgment Day to interfere, who else comes in to interfere? Becky Lynch!

The crowd reacts with boos as Rhea stops pacing, focusing on her words.

Rhea Ripley: Becky Lynch—I get it, you're back, and you think that means you can just waltz in and take what’s mine. But no. NO... You’re not just going to walk in and take everything I’ve worked for. I want my Women's World Championship back. And I’m not going to stop until I take it from Liv Morgan's hands.

Rhea glares into the camera, her anger palpable.

Rhea Ripley: So, Adam Pearce, I’m calling you out. I’ve had enough of all these distractions. I want my title shot. Now!!!

The crowd is on edge, waiting for Adam Pearce to respond, but instead, Becky Lynch’s theme hits, and the arena erupts in boos. Becky steps out onto the stage, a smirk on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. She confidently walks down the ramp toward the ring.

Becky Lynch (mockingly): Oh, Rhea. You really think that calling Adam Pearce out is gonna get you what you want? I get it, you’re upset. You think the title’s yours. But guess what? It’s not. You know why?

Becky enters the ring and stands face-to-face with Rhea, the tension between them sizzling. Rhea tightens her grip on the microphone, her expression growing even more fierce.

Becky Lynch (leaning in closer): It’s because I’m the one who’s better than you, Rhea. And deep down, you know it. You want to be me. You want to take my spot. But here’s the hard truth, sweetheart—no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be as good as me. I’m the mountain you will never be able to climb.

Rhea, seething with anger, takes a step toward Becky, staring her down.

Rhea Ripley: You really think you’re the mountain I can’t climb? Let me remind you, Becky—I’m already on top. You’re just mad because I’ve become everything you used to be—and more. You have no choice but to accept the fact that I am better than you and at WrestleMania I proved it. That championship should’ve always been mine, and it’s going to be mine again.

Becky scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief.

Becky Lynch: You think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you? You think that because you got lucky at WrestleMania you’ve taken my place, but let me tell you something, Rhea—you beat me at WrestleMania when I wasn’t even close to being at a 100%. But, when we eventually go to war again I will be at my best. And you won’t stand a chance.

The argument between the two continues to heat up, but before it can escalate further, Liv Morgan’s music hits. The crowd erupts in boos as Liv Morgan, with the Women’s World Championship draped over her shoulder, walks down the ramp with a confident stride. She stops at the bottom of the ramp, microphone in hand, smirking at both Rhea and Becky in the ring.

Liv Morgan: Oh, please... Enough with the ‘who’s better’ talk. You both sound pathetic. You’ve already both had your shot at me, and I’ve already beaten you more times than I can count. I don’t need to prove anything to either of you. You’re both stuck in the past, while I’m right here, the champion, and you’re both just jealous of what I’ve accomplished.

The crowd reacts to Liv’s words with boos. Rhea and Becky exchange glances, clearly unimpressed by Liv’s interruption.

Liv Morgan (mocking): I’m the champion, ladies. Not you. You can argue all you want about who’s better, but at the end of the day, I’m the one with the title. And I’m not going anywhere.

Before anyone can respond, Adam Pearce walks out onto the stage, microphone in hand. The crowd quiets down as Pearce addresses the situation.

Adam Pearce: Alright, enough! I’ve heard enough from all of you!

He pauses, scanning the ring before continuing.

Adam Pearce: Rhea… I’m going to give you what you want because next week, you will face Liv Morgan for the Women’s World Championship!

The crowd erupts, Rhea grinning at the prospect of getting another shot at the title, while Becky watches with interest.

Adam Pearce: But that’s not all. Becky Lynch never had her rematch for the championship, so the winner of next week’s match will defend the Women’s World Championship at Crown Jewel against Becky Lynch!

Rhea and Becky exchange pleased glances, both nodding in approval of the announcement. Liv, on the other hand, looks unfazed but still clutches her championship tightly.

Liv Morgan: I’ve already beaten both of you, so fine, whatever. Let’s do this. But don’t get it twisted—I am the one leaving Raw next week and Crown Jewel as champion.

Rhea and Becky stare Liv down, both clearly determined to reclaim the title. The camera zooms in on their intense faces as Pearce watches from the stage. The segment ends with the three women in the ring, tension at an all-time high, setting the stage for next week’s explosive Women’s World Championship match.



Match #2: Xavier Woods vs Ivar

The bell rings, and the match begins with both men staring each other down. Xavier Woods moves quickly, launching himself at Ivar with a series of punches, but Ivar swats him away with a massive forearm, sending Woods crashing to the mat. Xavier rolls away to catch his breath, but Ivar doesn’t give him any time to recover. Ivar lifts Xavier high and drops him with a body slam that shakes the ring. Xavier tries to fight back, landing a few kicks to Ivar's legs, but Ivar powers through the strikes and tosses Xavier into the corner. He charges in with a running splash, crushing Xavier’s body against the turnbuckle. Xavier stumbles out of the corner, and Ivar follows up with a spinning back elbow, sending Xavier crashing to the mat again. The crowd rallies behind Xavier as he tries to get back on his feet. Ivar stalks him, but Xavier counters with a quick enzuigiri to the back of Ivar’s head, staggering the big man. Xavier takes a moment to catch his breath before springboarding off the ropes with a flying crossbody, taking Ivar down for the first time in the match. He quickly hooks the leg for a near-fall, but Ivar powers out easily.

The two men engage in a brutal back-and-forth exchange. Xavier uses his speed to dodge Ivar’s massive strikes, landing a series of chops to Ivar’s chest. But Ivar retaliates with a crushing clothesline that flips Xavier inside out. Ivar then lifts Xavier for a powerbomb, but Xavier fights out, landing behind him and hitting a German suplex, bridging for another pin attempt, but again, Ivar kicks out. Both men are now visibly fatigued, their bodies bruised from the punishing blows. The fight spills to the outside as Xavier tries to use his agility to get the upper hand, sliding under the bottom rope to hit a dropkick that sends Ivar into the steel steps. Xavier runs across the ringside area, looking for a springboard plancha, but Ivar catches him mid-air, tossing him into the barricade. The brawl continues around ringside, with both men using whatever they can find to inflict damage. Xavier grabs a steel chair from the timekeepers’ area, determined to get some revenge for what The Viking Raiders did to Kofi Kingston. He swings it wildly at Ivar, connecting with a solid shot to his back and the referee immediately calls for the bell.

Match Results: Ivar def. Xavier Woods by Disqualification (10:48)

Xavier, however, is consumed with rage and doesn’t seem to care about the disqualification. He keeps swinging the chair, landing another brutal shot to Ivar’s back. The crowd roars, but Xavier is relentless, his eyes locked on Ivar as he continues to strike him with the chair, only focusing on the revenge that’s been eating at him since Kofi’s injury. But just as Xavier stands over Ivar, breathing heavily, Erik of The Viking Raiders attacks Xavier from behind, slamming him with a vicious clothesline. The Viking Raiders begin their 2-on-1 assault. Erik stomps on Xavier, holding him down as Ivar slowly gets to his feet, his back covered in welts from the chair shots. Erik holds Xavier in place, and Ivar grabs the steel chair, raising it high above his head. He smashes it down onto Xavier’s back, then throws it aside. The Viking Raiders continue their attack, punishing Xavier with vicious strikes and stomps. Ivar lifts Xavier to his feet, while Erik holds a steel chair and smashes it across Xavier's back again. The Viking Raiders then grab the steel steps. The crowd roars in horror as, with a sickening thud, Erik lifts the steps above his head and drives them straight into Xavier’s skull. The impact echoes through the arena, and Xavier crumples to the mat, unconscious. The Viking Raiders stand over Xavier, looking down at their work. Ivar and Erik share a satisfied look as the crowd boos heavily, while referees rush down to check on Xavier. The Viking Raiders stand tall, having sent a brutal message to Xavier Woods and the New Day.



After the commercial break, the scene opens in the parking lot of the arena as Jimmy Uso steps out of his car, wearing his usual gear, a focused expression on his face. The sound of footsteps approaching catches his attention, and the camera pans to reveal Jackie Redmond, microphone in hand, ready to interview him.

Jackie Redmond: Jimmy! Jimmy, I see you just arrived—what brings you to Raw tonight?

Jimmy pauses for a moment, scanning the area before locking eyes with Jackie. He’s clearly got something important on his mind, his jaw clenched and his body language tense.

Jimmy Uso: I’m going to the ring right now, Jackie. And I’m gonna call out my brother, Jey.

Jackie looks surprised but remains calm as she presses on with her questions.

Jackie Redmond: Well, we’ve seen the tension between you two recently, with Roman Reigns, Paul Heyman and the Bloodline. Are you sure you want to confront Jey like this?

Jimmy Uso: Listen, man... I’ve tried everything. Paul Heyman, Roman, they all tried talking some sense into him. But I don’t know, maybe it’s time I step in. I’m his brother, Jackie. If anybody can get through to Jey, it’s me. So yeah, I’m going to the ring right now and I’m gonna make him listen.

Jimmy exhales deeply, the weight of the situation evident on his face. He looks at Jackie for a moment before turning toward the entrance to the arena.

Jimmy Uso: I’ll be in that ring, and I’m not leaving until I get through to him.

Without another word, Jimmy walks off toward the entrance, his resolve clear. The camera follows him for a moment, and the scene fades to black as Jimmy makes his way to the ring, ready to confront his brother.



The camera cuts to the ring where the atmosphere is tense. The arena is buzzing with anticipation as Jimmy Uso stands at the center of the ring, a microphone in hand, his face filled with frustration and resolve. The crowd is quiet, sensing that something important is about to unfold. Jimmy paces around the ring for a moment, before stopping and looking straight into the camera, speaking directly to Jey.

Jimmy Uso: Yo, Jey. I need you to listen to me, man.

He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath. The weight of the situation is evident in his voice, but his determination is clear.

Jimmy Uso: For weeks, I’ve been tryin' to get through to you. Roman, Paul, me… we’ve all tried. We’ve been tryin' to get you to see the bigger picture. To understand that this fight, this war against the New Bloodline... it ain't just about us, it's about our family. It's about us sticking together, like we always have. But you… you keep pushing us away. You keep tryin' to fight this battle on your own. And, damn it, Jey, I can’t let you do it by yourself.

Jimmy shakes his head in frustration, his tone softening as he speaks with an emotional weight.

Jimmy Uso: This isn't about me or Roman, Jey. It’s about you—your place in this family. My place in your life. I need my brother, man. I can’t do this without you.

The crowd is silent, hanging on to Jimmy’s every word. The camera zooms in on his face, showing the real pain behind his eyes. He looks down at the mat for a second before lifting his head and continuing.

Jimmy Uso: I know it’s hard, I know you’re angry. Hell, I’ve been angry, too. But I did what I had to do to protect you, to protect us. I didn’t want any of this, Jey. I didn’t want to be stuck in this position, but this is family. And family fights for each other, no matter what. But you… you’ve gotta stop running, Jey. You gotta stop thinking that you can handle this on your own, because you can’t.

There’s a brief pause as the arena stays silent, waiting for Jey's response. After a few moments, the unmistakable theme of Jey Uso hits, and the crowd erupts. Jey walks out onto the stage with a look of defiance. His expression is cold, unreadable, but his eyes narrow at Jimmy as he steps closer to the ring. Jey slowly makes his way down the ramp, his eyes locked on his brother. He gets into the ring, grabs a microphone, and stares at Jimmy, emotion boiling under the surface. The crowd feels the tension as Jey begins to speak, his voice calm but filled with anger.

Jey Uso: Man, you’ve got a lot of nerve comin' out here, huh? Tryin' to act like you care about me, like this whole damn thing is about family. But that’s where you’re wrong, Jimmy. You and Roman... you turned your back on me just like he did.

Jey’s voice cracks slightly as he speaks the words, and the hurt is clear in his tone. He takes a few steps toward Jimmy, getting closer, his eyes burning with frustration.

Jey Uso: You talk about protecting me? Ha! You protected yourself. You joined up with Roman, you sided with him. I told y’all from the start, I wasn’t gonna let that man break me. I was gonna fight this battle on my own, and now? Now, I gotta fight y’all too?

Jey looks away for a moment, as if trying to collect his thoughts, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He takes a few more steps toward Jimmy.

Jey Uso: You don’t get it, huh, Jimmy? You and Roman... y’all ain’t my family anymore. I’m done with all this. I’m done with everything you’ve done. I’m done with him. I’ll handle this my way, just like I always have. I don’t need you. I don’t need him.

The anger in Jey’s voice builds as he points at Jimmy, his words sharp and cutting.

Jey Uso: So don’t talk to me like you’re still my brother. You betrayed me, just like Roman did. So you know what? You get the same damn answer he did. No. No, I’m not gonna join you. No, I’m not gonna fight alongside you. And most of all, no... I don’t need you, Jimmy. I’m doing this alone.

Jey’s voice is almost a whisper by the end, but the finality in his words cuts through the air like a dagger. Jimmy stands there, his heart heavy as he looks at his brother, his face showing a mix of pain and desperation. There’s a long silence between them as the tension fills the ring.

Jey turns to leave, his back to Jimmy, but before he exits, he stops and looks over his shoulder with a final, piercing look.

Jey Uso: Roman and you? Y’all are dead to me.

With that, Jey walks out of the ring, leaving Jimmy standing there, heartbroken and defeated. The camera focuses on Jimmy’s face, a mixture of hurt and disbelief in his eyes as he watches his brother walk away. The crowd is in stunned silence as Jimmy drops his head, the weight of Jey’s words sinking in. He stays in the ring for a moment, looking down, as the scene fades to black.



Match #3: Sami Zayn and Sheamus vs The Creed Brothers w/ Chad Gable and Ivy Nile

The bell rings, and Sheamus starts things off with Julius Creed. The two powerhouses collide in the center of the ring, testing each other’s strength. Sheamus gets the early edge with heavy strikes and a big scoop slam. Julius scrambles to tag in Brutus, who barrels in with intensity, but Sheamus isn’t backing down. The Celtic Warrior rocks Brutus with a knee lift and tags in Sami Zayn to a big pop from the crowd. Sami comes in hot, springboarding into the ring and dropping Brutus with a flying clothesline. He knocks Julius off the apron with a running forearm, but that distraction allows Brutus to catch Sami with a spinebuster. Brutus and Julius begin cutting the ring in half, showing off their amateur wrestling background with frequent tags, suplex variations, and hard-hitting teamwork. Gable yells from ringside, shouting strategy and insults at Sami as the Creed Brothers keep the pressure on. Ivy Nile stands with arms crossed, silently monitoring, but her presence is icy and intimidating.

Sami fights from underneath, absorbing a huge double backbreaker, but the crowd rallies behind him. With resilience, he dodges a Brutus elbow and rolls to the corner—hot tag to Sheamus! Sheamus explodes in, dropping Julius with the Irish Curse Backbreaker and nailing Brutus with the 10 Beats of the Bodhrán on the ropes. He hoists Julius for White Noise, but Brutus breaks it up, causing chaos in the ring. Amidst the brawl, Chad Gable jumps onto the apron, trying to interfere. He grabs Sheamus’s arm—but Sami Zayn comes flying in with a Helluva Kick, knocking Gable clean off the apron to a massive pop! Ivy Nile tries to rush over to check on Gable, but the referee turns to stop her, allowing Sheamus and Sami to capitalize. With Julius groggy in the ring, Sami tags back in, and Sheamus hoists Julius up for a powerslam while Sami hits the ropes—Helluva Kick/Powerslam combo! The crowd erupts! Sami makes the cover and picks up the win for his team.

Match Results: Sami Zayn and Sheamus def. The Creed Brothers (14:06)

Sami and Sheamus stand tall as Gable is helped up by Ivy Nile outside the ring, furious and humiliated. The Creed Brothers regroup, glaring at the victorious duo in the ring.



The camera cuts to a backstage hallway, where Liv Morgan and Dominik Mysterio are seen storming down the corridor. They look furious, with Liv clutching her WWE Women’s World Championship. They push open the door to Adam Pearce's office, barging in without knocking.

Liv Morgan: (shouting) What the hell is this, Pearce?! You can’t just throw my title on the line like that!

Dominik Mysterio: (snapping) Yeah, what's the deal with that match next week? You’re just gonna hand Rhea Ripley a title shot after she lost fair and square at Bad Blood?

Adam Pearce, sitting behind his desk, looks up from his paperwork with a raised eyebrow, remaining calm despite their outbursts.

Adam Pearce: (matter-of-factly) The title match for next week is official, Liv. You’re defending your championship against Rhea Ripley. There's nothing either of you can do about it.

Liv slams her championship down on Pearce's desk, looking absolutely livid.

Liv Morgan: (angrily) You don’t get it, do you, Pearce?! I’m not some damn puppet in your little game. I’m the champion, and I won’t let you hand my title away to that... (she glares at the thought of Rhea)... bitch!

Dominik Mysterio: (gritting his teeth) And you really think you can just put us through this, huh? The Judgment Day doesn’t take kindly to being disrespected like this.

Adam Pearce: (firmly) You can think whatever you want, but the match is happening. And don’t bother trying to intimidate me. It’s official, and that’s the end of it. Oh and Dominik… I’m glad you are here because I have an announcement for you too. Dragon Lee has personally requested a match with you. And that match will be happening at Crown Jewel.

Dominik’s eyes widen in disbelief, and he glares at Pearce, his jaw tightening.

Dominik Mysterio: (furious) You’re kidding, right? You want me to face Dragon Lee at Crown Jewel? I’ll take care of him before we even get there. Finn’s got it covered tonight!

Liv Morgan: (smirking) Yeah, Pearce, you’re barking up the wrong tree if you think we’re gonna just sit back and let this happen. You’re playing with fire.

Adam Pearce leans back in his chair, unimpressed by their threats.

Adam Pearce: (calmly) You two can threaten me all you want, but the truth is, you don’t make the decisions here. I do. So, whether you like it or not, you both have your matches. Now, get out of my office.

Liv and Dominik exchange furious glares, but there’s nothing they can do. They turn to leave, but before walking out, Dominik shoots one last threatening look over his shoulder.

Dominik Mysterio: (through gritted teeth) This isn’t over, Pearce. Not by a long shot.

Liv slams the door as they storm out, leaving Pearce shaking his head with a smirk.

Adam Pearce: (muttering to himself) Some people never learn.

The camera fades as the scene transitions.



Match #4: Shayna Baszler and Zoey Stark w/Sonya Deville and Natalya vs Katana Chance and Kayden Carter

The match kicks off with Zoey Stark and Kayden Carter, who exchange quick strikes and athletic maneuvers. Kayden manages to hit a beautiful standing moonsault, but Zoey quickly regains control with a hard clothesline. She tags in Shayna Baszler, who wastes no time targeting Kayden’s arm with a series of brutal submissions. Baszler controls the tempo of the match, isolating Kayden in their corner, while Sonya Deville and Natalya provide distractions on the outside. Katana Chance tries to help her partner but is quickly knocked off the apron by Zoey Stark. The heels continue to dominate, working together with quick tags and dirty tactics. Kayden makes a desperate attempt to tag in Katana, but Baszler cuts her off with a punishing knee strike and a Kirifuda Clutch. Kayden struggles but eventually passes out, and the referee calls for the bell.

Match Results: Shayna Baszler and Zoey Stark def. Katana Chance and Kayden Carter (7:41)

After the match, Pure Fusion Collective doesn’t waste any time continuing their assault on Kayden and Katana. They beat down both women in the middle of the ring, with Natalya and Sonya stomping on Katana while Baszler locks in a painful armbar on Kayden. The crowd boos loudly, hoping for some intervention. Suddenly, Bianca Belair’s music hits, and the crowd erupts. Bianca sprints down to the ring, followed by Jade Cargill. Bianca slides in and immediately takes down Sonya Deville with a spinebuster, while Jade grabs Natalya and tosses her out of the ring with a display of strength. The crowd goes wild as Bianca and Jade begin clearing house. Shayna and Zoey hesitate, clearly outnumbered, and retreat up the ramp with Sonya and Natalya, leaving Bianca and Jade standing tall in the ring. They help Katana and Kayden to their feet, standing together as the crowd cheers. Bianca and Jade stare down the four heels, sending a clear message that they won’t stand for the attack. The scene fades as Bianca, Jade, Katana, and Kayden celebrate in the ring, while Pure Fusion Collective stews at the top of the ramp, furious and plotting their next move.



The arena is buzzing as Ilja Dragunov’s music hits, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Dragunov steps out onto the stage, wearing a focused and determined expression. He walks to the ring, his eyes locked on the camera. He grabs a microphone as he enters, pacing back and forth in the ring, waiting for the crowd to quiet down.

Ilja Dragunov: (passionately) Two weeks ago, I challenged Bron Breakker for the Intercontinental Championship. And what did he say? He said no. He didn’t want to face me, didn’t want to defend that title against me. And why? Because he’s scared.” (pauses, letting the crowd react) “He’s scared of the one thing he can’t handle: the fight. The pain. The intensity that I bring every time I step into this ring. Bron Breakker doesn’t want to fight me, so he’d rather attack me from behind, like a coward, when I’m not looking. That’s not the way a champion behaves.

The crowd boos, agreeing with Dragunov's words. Ilja’s voice grows more intense.

Ilja Dragunov: You see, Bron, you can run, you can hide, you can try to intimidate me with cheap shots, but it’s not gonna work. You cannot escape the fact that I will never stop coming for you, for that championship. And sooner or later, you’re going to have to face me in this ring, face to face, man to man. Because that’s what real champions do. They don’t run away. They fight.

Just as Dragunov finishes, the music of Bron Breakker hits, and the crowd erupts with boos. Breakker walks down to the ring, holding the Intercontinental Championship proudly around his waist, smirking as he surveys Dragunov in the ring. He stops at the bottom of the ramp, microphone in hand.

Bron Breakker: (laughing) You’re really something, Ilja. You come out here, trying to play the hero, trying to make me look like the bad guy… but let’s get something straight. I’m not scared of you. Not in the least. You think I’m scared of a guy like you? You think I’m scared of someone who’s just as crazy as I am, someone who likes to fight just a little too much? Please.

Breakker steps into the ring, walking slowly toward Dragunov.

Bron Breakker: What happened last week? You want to call that a sneak attack? I call it a warning. Consider that spear a message, Dragunov. You’ve got no place in my world. You want that championship? You want me to defend it against you? Well, guess what? That’s never going to happen. Not now. Not ever.

The crowd boos loudly, and Dragunov’s eyes narrow with frustration. He steps forward, his voice cold and intense.

Ilja Dragunov: A warning? A warning?” (he shakes his head) “Bron, let me tell you something. You’ve already made one mistake by refusing my challenge, and last week, you made another by attacking me when I wasn’t looking. You want to send a message to me? I’ll tell you what your message is: you’re scared. Scared of what’s coming. You’re scared of losing that title to someone who’s not afraid to step into the ring and take it from you.

Breakker’s smirk fades as Dragunov steps closer to him, the two men standing face-to-face in the center of the ring.

Bron Breakker: (gritting his teeth) Listen, I don’t need to explain myself to you. You want a match? You want me to defend this title against you? Fine, I’ll tell you what… maybe I’ll give you the match. Maybe I’ll accept your challenge. But guess what? That’s not happening right now. So, don’t get any funny ideas about me being afraid of you.

Breakker moves in even closer, almost nose-to-nose with Dragunov.

Bron Breakker: Now, get this through your head, Ilja. You’re just another obstacle I’ll crush on my way to the top. Consider this my final warning. Stay out of my way.

Dragunov, clearly enraged by Breakker’s words, suddenly snaps. He shoves Breakker hard, and the two men immediately start brawling. Dragunov throws wild punches, backing Breakker into the corner. Breakker fights back with hard forearms, but Dragunov isn’t backing down. The fight spills to the outside of the ring, where both men continue to exchange brutal blows. Breakker tries to slam Dragunov into the steel steps, but Dragunov ducks and Breakker crashes shoulder-first into the steel! The crowd roars in approval as Dragunov quickly takes control, grabbing Breakker by the hair and tossing him back into the ring. Dragunov slides in after him, firing up with adrenaline. He locks eyes with the Intercontinental Championship and then hoists Breakker up for his finisher, the Tormentor (a suplex into a swinging neckbreaker), dropping him hard to the mat. Dragunov stands tall over Breakker, breathing heavily as the crowd erupts in cheers. He looks down at the Intercontinental Championship, then holds his arms up in victory, posing with the title like it’s already his. The camera zooms in on Dragunov’s determined face as the crowd chants his name.

Ilja Dragunov: (shouting to the camera) This title will be mine, Bron! You can’t run from me forever!

The scene ends with Dragunov standing tall, a fierce look of resolve in his eyes, while Breakker is still down in the ring, seething with rage.



The camera cuts backstage where Jackie Redmond is standing by with a microphone in hand.

Jackie Redmond: (smiling slightly) Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time… Seth Rollins. Seth, last week, we saw a side of you that we hadn’t seen in a long time. You snapped, and you took out Bronson Reed in a brutal attack. I have to ask, what was going through your mind when you did that?

The camera pans to Seth Rollins, standing next to Jackie, a cocky smile on his face as he adjusts his leather jacket. His eyes burn with intensity, and his posture exudes confidence. Seth takes a moment before responding, his voice low and controlled.

Seth Rollins: (grinning) What was going through my mind, Jackie? I'll tell you exactly what was going through my mind. Frustration. Anger. And most of all? Satisfaction." (pauses, leaning in closer to the camera) "Bronson Reed… you’ve made one mistake after another. You’ve taken everything I’ve thrown at you, and you’ve had the audacity to walk out of Bad Blood with a win. That was a mistake. You think you’re some unstoppable monster? That you can just bully your way through me and everyone else?

Seth’s voice gets more passionate, almost mocking.

Seth Rollins: You’re not unstoppable, Bronson. You’re just a man, a big man, sure. But a man nonetheless. And when you push me, when you take things too far, you find out real quick just how far I’m willing to go. Last week, I wasn’t just attacking you. I was taking back control of this situation. I wasn’t going to let you walk around like you owned me, like you owned this.

Jackie stands still, listening, clearly intrigued by Seth's intensity.

Jackie Redmond: And tonight, you two go at it again. What’s different this time? Is this match going to be the final chapter, or is there more to come from this rivalry?

Seth cracks his knuckles, his smile never fading but his eyes narrowing in focus.

Seth Rollins: Tonight, I’m going to do exactly what I should’ve done at Bad Blood: I’m going to finish this. Bronson Reed has no idea what he's in for. Last week, I gave him a preview of what happens when he messes with Seth Rollins. But tonight? Tonight, I’m going to end this. I’m going to make him regret ever stepping in the ring with me. You see, Jackie, people think that just because Bronson’s a big guy, he’s tough. That’s cute. But strength? Strength isn’t everything. If that were the case, then every big guy would be the champion. But it’s not about strength. It’s about skill. It’s about the ability to break your opponent down, mentally and physically. And I’ve got plenty of that.

Seth leans in, eyes locking onto the camera with a fiery intensity.

Seth Rollins: Bronson, I hope you’re ready for what’s coming. You’re not going to be able to hide behind that ‘big man’ persona anymore. I’m going to dismantle you piece by piece, and when I’m done, you’ll be begging for mercy. But don’t worry, I won’t give you any. And tonight, that’s the end of this. This ends now.

Jackie looks momentarily stunned by the intensity of Rollins’ words, but quickly regains her composure.

Jackie Redmond: Strong words from Seth Rollins, who looks more determined than ever. Will he be able to take down the mighty Bronson Reed tonight? We’ll find out soon enough. Seth, thank you for your time.

Seth nods, giving Jackie a quick smirk.

Seth Rollins: Anytime, Jackie. Just make sure you’re watching, because tonight… it’s showtime.

Seth turns and walks off, the camera following him as he exits the scene, the tension thick in the air as Jackie stands in the backdrop, looking towards the camera.

Jackie Redmond: (softly, to herself) Well… that was intense. Back to you at ringside.

The scene fades to black as the camera transitions back to ringside, where the anticipation for tonight's match between Rollins and Reed reaches a boiling point.



Match #5: Dragon Lee vs Finn Balor

The bell rings, and the two immediately circle each other, eyeing one another with intense focus. The match starts fast, with Dragon Lee using his speed to outmaneuver Balor early. A series of quick strikes and flips from Dragon Lee have Balor on the defensive, and the crowd reacts with excitement. Dragon Lee hits a beautiful springboard dropkick, sending Balor to the outside. He attempts a high-risk dive through the ropes, but Balor sidesteps, sending Dragon Lee crashing hard into the floor. Balor takes control, throwing Dragon Lee into the barricade and working him over with calculated strikes and submissions. Finn keeps Dragon Lee grounded, wearing him down with a variety of holds, but Dragon Lee fights back with fierce determination. The crowd rallies behind him, cheering for the underdog. Dragon Lee hits a breathtaking Spanish Fly from the top rope, but Balor kicks out at two, much to the crowd’s disbelief.

As the match goes on, the tension builds. Just as Dragon Lee is about to mount another offense, Carlito, JD McDonagh, Dominik Mysterio and Liv Morgan rush the ringside area. Carlito distracts the referee while JD and Dominik attempt to interfere. The crowd boos as the Judgment Day’s influence becomes more obvious. Just as it seems Dragon Lee is in trouble, the music of Damian Priest, Rey Mysterio, and Rhea Ripley hits, and the crowd explodes with excitement. Priest and Rey rush to take out JD McDonagh and Carlito with a series of powerful strikes. Meanwhile, Rhea Ripley headbutts Dominik and charges at Liv Morgan, as the two women engage in a heated brawl at ringside, trading punches and spilling over the announce table. Inside the ring, Dragon Lee seizes the opportunity, hitting Balor with a massive running knee to the face, stunning him. With the crowd on their feet, Dragon Lee picks up the momentum and hits Dragon Driver for the 1-2-3!

Match Results: Dragon Lee def. Finn Balor (11:29)

The crowd erupts in shock and excitement as Dragon Lee scores a huge upset victory over Finn Balor. But the chaos is far from over. The Judgment Day quickly regroups, and the fight spills out of control. Rhea Ripley and Liv Morgan continue their fight around the announce table, exchanging vicious strikes and sending chairs flying. Dominik distracts Rhea and Liv is able to gain control sending Rhea head-first into the ring post. Meanwhile, in the ring, Finn Balor regains his composure and looks to take out Dragon Lee. Damian Priest rushes to the ring to save Lee but is intercepted by Carlito and JD. JD, Carlito and Finn Balor unleash a 3-on-1 assault on Damian Priest. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Dominik sends his dad flying into the barricade and sends him back to the ring. Liv Morgan also sends Rhea back to the ring and hits her with Oblivion. Dominik Mysterio climbs to the top rope and hits a brutal Frog Splash onto Rey Mysterio and Dragon Lee, taking them both out. The Judgment Day has firmly regained the advantage. JD and Carlito hold Priest down as Balor climbs to the top rope and connects with a devastation Coup de Grace. The Judgment Day members, now fully in control, exchange smug looks as they survey the wreckage. Finn Balor again climbs to the top rope looking to inflict even more damage but suddenly Joaquin Wilde and Cruz Del Toro rush to the ring to try to even the odds. The Judgment Day immediately retreats escaping through the crowd but the damage has already been done. The camera lingers on the chaos left behind as the crowd boos loudly.



Match #6: Seth Rollins vs Bronson Reed

The match begins with both men charging at each other. Reed immediately uses his power advantage to shove Rollins into the corner with a brutal shoulder thrust. Rollins tries to fight back with quick strikes, landing some sharp punches and a spinning kick to the midsection. However, Reed shrugs it off and responds with a massive belly-to-belly suplex, sending Rollins crashing into the mat. The crowd roars as Reed stands tall over his opponent. Rollins quickly regains his composure, using his agility to evade Reed’s next attack. He lands a dropkick to Reed’s knee and follows up with a slingblade to knock the big man off balance. Rollins tries to pick up the pace with a series of high-flying moves, including a flying forearm and a jumping knee, but Reed catches him out of the air and drives him down with a thunderous powerslam. Reed continues to dominate, hitting Rollins with a brutal Samoan Drop and then a massive Splash in the corner, nearly flattening Rollins. Reed covers, but Rollins kicks out at two, showing his resilience.

The crowd is firmly behind Rollins, urging him to fight back. Rollins manages to find some offense, hitting a couple of quick strikes and a superkick to stagger Reed. He looks to go for a Stomp, but Reed quickly counters, catching Rollins and slamming him with a devastating Powerbomb. Reed covers again, but Rollins kicks out just before the three-count. Both men are battered and bruised, but Rollins refuses to back down. He manages to land a second superkick followed by a running knee, knocking Reed into the corner. With the crowd buzzing, Rollins goes for the Stomp once again, and this time he connects! He nails Reed right in the center of the ring, and Rollins goes for the cover but Reed kicks out!!! The crowd gasps in shock as Bronson Reed kicks out of the Stomp, the move that has finished so many opponents in the past. Rollins looks at the referee in disbelief but doesn’t waste any time. He goes for a second Stomp, this time with even more intensity. He bounces off the ropes and delivers another Stomp, planting Reed's head into the mat. He goes for the cover and Bronson Reed kicks out again!!!!!

The shock in the arena is palpable. Reed, nearly unconscious, powers out of the pinfall after two Stomps—each one seemingly more devastating than the last. Rollins can’t believe it, his jaw hanging open as the crowd is left stunned. Reed, though clearly exhausted, has shown incredible resilience. Rollins, realizing that he needs to finish Reed off once and for all, digs deep and begins throwing everything he's got at the big man. He connects with a series of strikes, looking for one last opening. As Reed stumbles forward, Rollins hits a desperation superkick to the jaw, and Reed finally starts to falter. With everything on the line, Rollins looks for his final shot. He sets up for another Stomp, but as he runs toward Reed, Bronson Reed somehow catches him in mid-air! Reed lifts him high and plants Rollins with a devastating Samoan Drop, sending shockwaves through the arena. The two men are down, both struggling to catch their breath. Rollins is on the mat, and Reed takes a moment to recover before slowly crawling over to him. Reed looks to finish Rollins off, but Rollins digs deep, using the last of his energy to spring up and hit a small package out of nowhere! Rollins wins!

Match Results: Seth Rollins def. Bronson Reed (18:41)

As soon as the bell rings and Seth Rollins is announced as the winner, the crowd is still buzzing from the shocking finish. But before Rollins can fully celebrate his hard-fought victory, Bronson Reed immediately slides out of the ring and charges at Rollins! Reed grabs Rollins by the back of the head and throws him into the steel steps with a sickening crash. The crowd erupts in boos as Reed relentlessly stomps on Rollins, sending a message that this fight is far from over. Seth is barely able to defend himself, as Reed’s raw power overwhelms him. The referees rush to the ring, trying to separate the two men, but Reed shoves them away with ease, throwing one referee to the barricade like a ragdoll. The brawl spills into the crowd as Reed relentlessly beats down Rollins. Rollins tries to fight back with quick strikes, but Reed keeps cutting him off, tossing him into a row of equipment cases. The crowd chants in disbelief as Rollins crashes hard into the cases, rolling onto the floor, his body limp from the attack. Reed doesn't stop there. He pulls Rollins up by his hair, dragging him further into the crowd. With a malicious grin on his face, Reed picks up Rollins and sends him crashing into a stack of tables. The impact reverberates through the arena, and the crowd gasps as Rollins lies motionless amid the wreckage of broken wood and shattered metal.

The referees scramble to maintain control, but Reed continues to overpower them. He shoves a referee into another stack of tables, sending him crashing to the ground. Reed is like a man possessed, refusing to stop until he’s made Rollins suffer. The fight then escalates even further. Reed drags Rollins through the crowd and up onto a high platform—an elevated structure, clearly designed for production and technical work. The cameras follow, capturing the chaos unfolding. Adam Pearce is seen in the backstage area, visibly furious, screaming at the referees and security to “stop them before it gets worse!” But it's too late. Rollins and Reed continue to trade violent blows high above the arena floor. Rollins, desperate, tries to land a superplex off the platform, hoping to end the carnage, but Reed counters with a sickening forearm and a monstrous Death Valley Driver! The crowd reacts in pure shock and horror as Reed drives himself and Rollins down off the platform and through a pile of tables and technical equipment below! A massive explosion of sparks and debris erupts as pyro shoots off in the background, adding to the chaos of the scene. The platform shakes violently from the impact as both men lie motionless beneath the wreckage, buried under broken tables and scattered equipment.

Adam Pearce, along with several referees and staff, rush to the platform, frantic and shouting for medical help. Pearce grabs a microphone and yells into it, “Get help down here, now! We need medical personnel!” The camera captures the carnage below, showing both Rollins and Reed barely moving beneath the wreckage. Medical personnel immediately rush to the scene, carefully pulling the debris away and assessing the two men. After a tense moment, the crowd holds its breath as paramedics work quickly, strapping Seth Rollins and Bronson Reed to stretchers. They’re carefully lifted out of the wreckage and rushed to the back for immediate medical attention. The camera lingers on the wreckage as paramedics tend to both men, who have been left motionless after one of the most brutal brawls in recent memory. As the medical teams continue to work, the show goes off the air.

Next week on RAW:
- Liv Morgan vs Rhea Ripley for the WWE Women's World Championship
- Sami Zayn vs Chad Gable in a No Disqualification Match

- Bianca Belair, Jade Cargill, Katana Chance and Kayden Carter vs Pure Fusion Collective (Shayna Baszler, Sonya Deville, Natalya and Zoey Stark)
And more!!!


Crown Jewel 2024 Updated Card
- CM Punk vs Gunther for the World Heavyweight Championship
- Liv Morgan or Rhea Ripley vs Becky Lynch for the WWE Women's World Championship
- Dominik Mysterio vs Dragon Lee
And more!!!
 
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Friday Night Smackdown
October 18th 2024

The unmistakable sound of Randy Orton's theme music hits, sending a wave of boos through the crowd. Orton walks out slowly, a cold, calculating expression on his face, soaking in the reaction. His eyes lock on the camera as he makes his way down the ramp, his gaze never wavering. He slides into the ring and grabs a microphone, pacing back and forth as the crowd continues to boo him. After a brief pause, Orton brings the microphone to his lips and speaks, his voice dripping with disdain.

Randy Orton: You know, last week... last week, I did something that felt good. No, it wasn’t just good—it felt right. You see, I don’t forget, Cody. I don’t forget what people do to me, and I sure as hell don’t forget what they do when they think they can just walk all over me. So, when I turned on you last week, when I put you down, it wasn’t just because I could. It wasn’t just because I felt like it. It was because I had to. I had to remind you of something that you clearly forgot.

Orton stops pacing and looks straight into the camera, his voice growing darker.

Randy Orton: Cody Rhodes... you betrayed me. You left me behind. You walked away from Legacy like it was nothing, like we were just another stop on your journey to try and make a name for yourself. You thought you could just go off on your own, pretend like you had it all figured out, and leave me in the dust. You didn’t just turn your back on me, Cody. You turned your back on everything we worked for. You turned your back on me—on us—just so you could chase after your little fantasy. And you know what? I haven’t forgotten that.

The crowd boos louder, and Orton smirks, his eyes narrowing as he continues.

Randy Orton: But it gets better, doesn’t it, Cody? You really thought you could waltz back into my life, get in my good graces, and expect me to fight alongside you? You honestly thought that after everything—after the Bloodline put me on the shelf for over a year—that I was going to stand by your side? You thought I was going to help you, stand with you, fight for you... after everything they did to me?

Orton shakes his head, a mocking smile spreading across his face.

Randy Orton: You're out of your damn mind, Cody. You really thought I’d forget about how the Bloodline took me out, how Roman Reigns and his little cousins left me lying in the middle of that ring? And you, what did you do? You went and kissed Roman's ass! You went and helped him! You went and helped the same man who put me on the shelf, and you honestly think I'm going to stand here and fight with you? You should be ashamed, Cody. You should be ashamed of yourself for even thinking that I would let you use me again.

The crowd's boos get louder, but Orton just smirks, clearly reveling in the hatred he's stirring up.

Randy Orton: You want to talk about family? You want to talk about loyalty? You should take a look in the mirror. You want to pretend you're this big hero now, fighting for the WWE Universe, wearing that Undisputed WWE Championship around your waist like you're some kind of legend. But let me tell you something, Cody—you're still just that little kid trying to live up to your last name. You’ll always be stuck in the shadow of your father, trying to prove that you can do something he couldn’t. But guess what? You can’t. You’ll never be him. And deep down, you know that. You’ll never be the man that Dusty Rhodes was. You’ll never be the champion that Randy Orton has been.

Orton pauses, letting the words sink in, his voice turning cold and menacing.

Randy Orton: You want to wear that title, Cody? You want to pretend you’re the face of this company? Well, I’m going to put an end to that little fantasy of yours. I’m going to make sure you realize that you’re not ready for what’s coming. You think you can stand up to the Viper? You think you can face me, and walk out with that title still in your hands? You’re dead wrong.

Orton leans in closer to the camera, his eyes burning with intensity.

Randy Orton: So here’s what I’m going to do, Cody. At Crown Jewel, I’m going to take that Undisputed WWE Championship from you. I’m going to show you that you’re not a champion. You’re just a little boy playing dress-up, trying to fill shoes that you’ll never be able to fill. And when I’m done with you, when I’m standing over you with that title in my hands, you’ll realize that you should’ve never, ever trusted me again. And when I’m at the top of this company once again, you’ll be just another chapter in my legacy.

Orton takes a step back, his gaze unwavering as he stares into the camera with a final, cold smirk.

Randy Orton: Cody, you should’ve stayed out of my way. You should’ve stayed out of my business. But you didn’t. And at Crown Jewel, I’m going to make you regret it. I am the legend killer. I am the Viper. And you? You’re just the next name on the list.

He drops the mic with authority, the crowd’s boos echoing throughout the arena as Orton’s theme music hits again. He exits the ring slowly, his eyes locked on the camera, leaving behind a sense of dread for what’s to come.



The arena fills with boos as the WWE Tag Team Champions Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa make their way to the ring. At ringside, Penta and Fénix watch from steel chairs, silent and focused, scouting the champs before their upcoming title opportunity. The crowd erupts as The Street Profits hit the stage, full of energy and swagger. Montez Ford and Angelo Dawkins hype up the fans, but their usual smiles fade when they look toward the hard-nosed champions in the ring.

Match #1: The Bloodline (Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa) vs The Street Profits

Montez Ford starts the match against Tama Tonga. Ford uses his speed early—ducking strikes, hitting a headscissors, and landing a standing moonsault. Tama rolls to his corner, tags in Tonga Loa, and the pace shifts. Loa barrels into Ford with a heavy shoulder block, then unloads with hard strikes in the corner. Tama tags back in and gets the edge with underhanded tactics—raking the eyes, pulling Ford’s hair, and using the ropes for leverage during a choke. The referee tries to maintain order as Tonga and Loa isolate Ford in their corner. At ringside, the Lucha Brothers stand, unimpressed. Fénix whispers something to Penta, both keeping close tabs on every maneuver. Ford finally creates separation with an enziguri and dives to tag in Dawkins! Dawkins storms in like a freight train—clothesline to Loa, spinning splash to Tama, and a double underhook slam! The crowd’s fired up. Ford tags back in, goes to the top rope, and launches the From the Heavens frog splash on Tama! 1... 2... but Loa breaks the pin! Dawkins tries to brawl with Loa outside the ring, but Loa sends him crashing into the steel steps. Back inside, Tama takes advantage of the chaos, low-blows Ford behind the ref’s back, and tags in Loa. Together, they hit a devastating double-team neckbreaker–powerbomb combo, and Tama covers Ford for the 1... 2... 3.

Match Results: The Bloodline def. The Street Profits (9:17)

As the match ends, the crowd showers the ring with boos. Tama and Loa grab their titles and smirk as they look down at the fallen Street Profits. They step outside the ring and stare the challengers down. The tension is immediate. Words are exchanged—first in English, then Spanish. Tama steps forward, lifting his title in their faces. The two teams get nose-to-nose outside the ring when, suddenly, Jacob Fatu explodes onto the scene from behind the barricade! He crushes Fénix with a running shoulder block, then turns and levels Penta with a brutal superkick. The crowd erupts in boos as Tama and Loa rush over to join Fatu. All three Bloodline members begin unloading on the Lucha Brothers. Fénix gets driven spine-first into the LED ring post. Penta tries to fight back, but Loa takes him down with a lariat, and Fatu hits a devastating Samoan Drop on the floor. Tama grabs a steel chair and cracks it across Penta’s back while Loa holds him in place. The Lucha Brothers are left battered on the ground as referees try to rush in—but The Bloodline has already done the damage. As officials help the Lucha Brothers, Tama, Loa, and Fatu stand tall on the ramp, throwing up the “One.” Cold. Unapologetic. Dangerous.



We go to the backstage area and Roman Reigns is sitting on a bench, hands clasped, eyes locked on the screen. He hasn’t blinked in what feels like minutes. Jimmy Uso stands nearby, pacing. His fists are clenched, his jaw tight. Paul Heyman is in the background, fidgeting with his hands, visibly shaken.

Jimmy Uso (angrily): Yo... you see this? You see what they did to the Lucha Bros?

Jimmy turns, looking directly at Roman.

Jimmy Uso: You still wanna go out there and call out Solo? Alone? You know they don’t play fair…

Roman Reigns doesn’t respond immediately. The camera closes in on his face. He finally stands up, slow and steady, his presence as commanding as ever.

Roman Reigns (calm, but heavy): This isn’t about fair.

He walks over to the monitor and hits the power button, the screen going black.

Roman Reigns: This is about family. This is about everything we built... and everything they’re tryin’ to burn down.

Paul Heyman (softly, nervously): Roman, please... think this through. They’ve already taken too much. You don’t need to do this alone.

Roman Reigns (quietly): Yes... I do.

He turns to face them both. His voice is low, but full of fire.

Roman Reigns: I started this. I made The Bloodline what it was. I brought Solo in... I gave him a seat at the table. I trusted him.

Roman Reigns (more intense): And now he sits at my table... and tries to feed the family lies. Nah. That ends tonight.

Jimmy steps forward, concern written all over his face.

Jimmy Uso: Then let me roll with you, Uce. Just in case things go sideways.

Roman Reigns (shaking his head): You already stood by me. You already proved your loyalty, day one. But this? This ain't about fighting back. This is about finishing it.

He pauses, emotion flickering in his eyes.

Roman Reigns: I started The Bloodline... and I’m gonna be the one to end it.

He walks to the door. Paul looks heartbroken. Jimmy looks proud... and afraid.

Roman Reigns (before exiting): If Solo wants to stand in the ashes of what we built... he can meet me in the ring.

The door closes behind him.



Match #2: Shinsuke Nakamura vs Baron Corbin

Nakamura circles Corbin slowly, baiting him in with mock kicks and taunts. Corbin tries to power through the mind games with a few heavy strikes, but Nakamura weathers the storm and fires back with a knee to the midsection, followed by a stiff spinning kick to the shoulder. Corbin grabs control with a big boot, sending Nakamura crashing to the mat. He keeps the pressure on with a clothesline and a short-arm spinebuster, forcing a two-count. Nakamura rolls out to regroup. Corbin follows him to the outside—but Nakamura turns and drives a knee into his ribs. With a burst of aggression, Nakamura grabs Corbin and launches him across the announce table, sending him crashing right into Andrade who is on commentary for this match. Both men go down hard. Nakamura smirks, brushes his hands off, and slides back into the ring. Corbin crawls back in at the count of eight, but he’s dazed. Nakamura sizes him up, strikes the mat once with his knee, and charges—Kinshasa. Corbin goes down. 1… 2… 3.

Match Results: Shinsuke Nakamura def. Baron Corbin (8:22)

Nakamura stands tall, staring directly at Andrade, who is now on his feet at ringside, furious. Suddenly, Andrade explodes, enters the ring and attacks Nakamura. The fight is on. Andrade hits quick strikes, backing Nakamura into the ropes and sending him into the corner with force. Andrade charges with the double knees, but Nakamura hits him with a low blow!!! The crowd boos heavily as Andrade gets up and Nakamura strikes—Kinshasa, dropping Andrade hard. Nakamura stands over him, cold and expressionless. Andrade slowly stirs. He uses the ropes to pull himself up, staggering to his feet. Nakamura backs up once more and charges once again—another Kinshasa, flooring Andrade completely. Nakamura stands tall, hands by his sides, chest rising and falling slowly. The arena rains down boos as he exits the ring without a glance back.



Kyla Braxton stands in the backstage interview area, microphone in hand, the WWE logo glowing behind her. Kevin Owens steps into frame, wearing his ring gear and a scowl. He bounces slightly on his heels, fists clenched, clearly amped up.

Kyla Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Kevin Owens.

Owens nods slightly, his eyes locked forward.

Kyla Braxton: Kevin, tonight you finally get your one-on-one match with Santos Escobar—an opportunity many say is long overdue. How are you feeling heading into this match?

Kevin Owens: How am I feeling? Fired up. Focused. Ready to punch Santos Escobar’s teeth down his throat.

He shifts, leans in a little.

Kevin Owens: He’s been getting under my skin for a long time now—sucker punches, sneak attacks, running his mouth week after week. He had Berto and Humberto doing his dirty work, and I made sure they’re not a problem anymore. Now? It’s just him.

Owens glares off-camera for a second, then turns his focus back to Kyla.

Kevin Owens: Tonight, Santos gets exactly what he’s earned. No sneak attacks. No excuses. Just me and him.

Kyla nods, then hesitates briefly before asking her next question.

Kyla Braxton: Kevin… I have to ask. A lot of people were shocked last week when Randy Orton betrayed Cody Rhodes. You’re someone who’s had history with both men… close friendships with both. What’s going through your mind after what happened?

Owens stiffens slightly. His eyes drop for just a moment, then he slowly looks back up at Kyla. A long pause.

Kevin Owens (quietly, but firmly): Orton... he's not my friend anymore.

Without another word, Owens walks off-screen, leaving Kyla in silence.



We go back into the arena and Sasha Banks and Bayley’s music hits to a huge pop from the crowd. They come out in matching gear, full of energy, taking their time walking to the ring. Bayley slaps hands with fans while Sasha struts down the ramp, all confidence. Once in the ring, they each grab a mic.

Bayley: Bad Blood was just the beginning. Nia Jax, Tiffany Stratton — you brought the glitter and the attitude, but when it came time to fight? You folded.

Sasha Banks: And since you couldn’t get the job done at Bad Blood, you had to call for backup. Alexa Bliss. But you know what? It doesn’t matter. Because Bayley and I won’t stop until your little reign of terror is over.

Sasha Banks: And here’s the truth: a few weeks ago, I beat Nia Jax by disqualification. And at Bad Blood? I made Tiffany Stratton tap out. No excuses. No distractions. Just facts.

Crowd cheers loudly. Sasha looks directly into the hard cam.

Sasha Banks: So if I beat Nia — the so-called champion — and I submitted the Miss Money in the Bank... I guess that makes me the number one contender.

She smirks and the crowd starts chanting “You deserve it!”.

Sasha Banks: And I’m not waiting for some backstage decision or a contract signing. I want my title shot — tonight.

Crowd explodes. Sasha drops her mic slightly, raising her arms and soaking in the energy. Nia Jax’s music hits as boos immediately pour in. Nia walks onto the stage with the title over her shoulder. Tiffany Stratton follows, holding her briefcase and rolling her eyes. Alexa Bliss trails behind them, smirking. They all have mics in hand.

Nia Jax: Isn’t that cute? Sasha Banks demanding a title match. She thinks she can walk out of this company, take a little vacation, come back after a couple of years and just demand things.

Nia shakes her head, laughing.

Nia Jax: You’ve been back for what — a month? That’s not how this works anymore. You don’t just get handed things because the fans remember your name. You’re living in the past. And guess what honey? It’s not happening. Not tonight or ever.

Tiffany Stratton: Let’s be real, Sasha. You got lucky at Bad Blood. I wasn’t at 100%, and you know it. But guess what? I’m still Miss Money in the Bank. So even if you somehow got that title match... I could cash in whenever I want and take it right back.

She winks and holds up the briefcase. Crowd boos.

Alexa Bliss: And since everyone’s throwing around challenges tonight... Sasha, how about this? I still haven’t had a match since I came back. You want a fight? I’ll be happy to shut that mouth of yours — right now.

Crowd gets loud. Sasha smirks and steps up to the ropes, looking out at Alexa.

Sasha Banks: You wanna fight me tonight? You got it. Don’t bother changing into something fancy — I’ll beat you in whatever you showed up in.

She tosses her jacket over the ropes and motions to the back.

Sasha Banks: Bring a referee. Let’s do this.

Bayley: Time to see if Alexa Bliss is really back... or just pretending to be.

Tension builds as Alexa starts walking down the ramp, handing her mic off, eyes locked on Sasha. Tiffany and Nia stay on the stage, watching closely. Sasha paces in the ring, ready for the bell. The crowd is electric. Referee runs down to the ring as Sasha leans against the ropes, smiling like she already won.



Match #3: Sasha Banks w/Bayley vs Alexa Bliss w/Nia Jax and Tiffany Stratton

Sasha and Alexa lock up in the center. Sasha takes control with a quick wristlock, twisting Alexa down to one knee. Alexa scrambles to her feet and reverses into a side headlock, grinding it in. Sasha shoots her off the ropes, drops down, leapfrogs, and hits a deep arm drag into an armbar. The crowd pops. Alexa slams her palm on the mat in frustration, glaring up at Sasha. Sasha grins and mouths, “Come on, Lexi.”Alexa fights to her feet and rakes Sasha’s eyes when the ref’s view is blocked. Sasha stumbles, and Alexa follows up with a hard right hand, backing her into the corner. Alexa climbs the ropes and delivers 5 quick punches before jumping down and hitting a snapmare into a low dropkick. Cover—1… 2… Sasha kicks out. Alexa smirks and waves to Bayley mockingly. “She’s washed,” she taunts. She then lifts Sasha, goes for a suplex—Sasha blocks it, twists out, and delivers a drop toe hold into the ropes. Sasha sprints, hits a kneeling Meteora to the back of Alexa’s neck! Sasha goes for the cover—1… 2… Alexa gets the shoulder up. Sasha whips Alexa into the corner, runs in for double knees, but Alexa slips out under the bottom rope and pulls Sasha shoulder-first into the steel ring post. Sasha collapses. Alexa slides back in and stomps her viciously in the corner. The ref counts to 4 before Alexa breaks. She backs up and hits a running slap across Sasha’s face.

The crowd boos loudly as Alexa struts away, mocking Sasha’s signature “Boss” pose. Alexa drags Sasha up, hits a standing front suplex, then floats into a cover. 1… 2… kickout again. Frustrated, Alexa climbs the ropes, going for Twisted Bliss—but Sasha rolls away. Alexa lands hard, Sasha charges and hits a Backstabber! She rolls through into the Bank Statement—locked in! Crowd explodes! Alexa screams in pain, clawing her way toward the ropes. Tiffany hops onto the apron, yelling at the ref. The referee turns to argue with her, missing Alexa tapping! Bayley rushes around the ring and yanks Tiffany off the apron, tackling her to the ground! Crowd roars. Nia Jax then storms around the ring and clubs Bayley from behind! Bayley crashes into the steel steps. Back in the ring, Alexa crawls away from the submission hold. Sasha tries to pull her back, but Alexa rakes her eyes again and rolls her up—1… 2… Sasha reverses the pin! 1… 2… Alexa kicks out! Sasha gets up first and hits a tilt-a-whirl headscissors into the turnbuckle. She climbs to the second rope, ready for a diving move—but Tiffany suddenly slides her MITB briefcase into the ring behind the ref’s back. Alexa sees it and tries to grab it, but Sasha kicks it away. The ref starts yelling at Tiffany to get down. In the chaos, Tiffany grabs the briefcase again and slides into the ring. She swings it at Sasha—Sasha ducks. BOOM! She hits Alexa square in the face! Tiffany’s eyes go wide — realizing she hit the wrong person. Sasha tosses her out of the ring and hits the Backstabber on Alexa. She hooks the leg.1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Sasha Banks def. Alexa Bliss (13:28)

Huge ovation from the crowd. Sasha gets to her knees, breathing hard, smiling through exhaustion. Bayley climbs back into the ring, still favoring her ribs, and raises Sasha’s hand. Tiffany is outside looking horrified. Nia is seething. Suddenly, Nia slides into the ring and CLOTHESLINES Sasha from behind. Boos rain down. Alexa slowly gets up, furious. She joins the assault, stomping Sasha. Tiffany enters and swings her briefcase at Bayley, knocking her down too. It’s a 3-on-2 beatdown. Sasha is laid out in the corner. Bayley tries to fight back, swinging wildly at Alexa, but Nia catches her and plants her with a Samoan Drop. Tiffany stands over Sasha and screams, “You don’t belong here anymore!” before cracking her in the ribs with the briefcase. Nia holds her title high over Sasha’s body. Alexa climbs the ropes and hits Twisted Bliss on Bayley as the crowd boos relentlessly.

Suddenly, a familiar theme song blasts through the spears – MICHIN IS BACK! The arena erupts as she storms down the ramp, sliding into the ring, throwing off her jacket. Tiffany charges — Michin wipes her out with a lariat! Alexa runs in — Eat Defeat connects! Nia stares down Michin and swings — Michin ducks and hits a stiff dropkick that sends Nia staggering into the ropes. Sasha and Bayley get back to their feet and together, they double dropkick Nia out of the ring! Tiffany pulls Alexa out by the arm, dragging her up the ramp. Nia clutches her shoulder, screaming at the ring. The trio retreats in frustration. Sasha, Bayley, and Michin stand tall in the ring, fists raised. Sasha stares up at Nia, then down at the WWE Women’s Championship. The crowd chants “Welcome back!” for Michin. Sasha points to the title and shouts: “I EARNED IT!”.



The camera cuts to backstage where Alexa Bliss, Nia Jax, and Tiffany Stratton have just come through the curtain after their failed attack. All three are furious. Alexa rips off her gloves and throws them on the ground.

Alexa Bliss: Are you kidding me right now?!

She turns sharply to Tiffany, face red with frustration.

Alexa Bliss: You cost me my first match back! Do you even know who you were swinging at with that briefcase?! I had her! I had Sasha!

Tiffany Stratton: It was an accident! I was trying to help you!

Tiffany holds her hands up defensively, clearly panicked and still out of breath.

Alexa Bliss: Help?! That’s what you call it? You blasted me in the face, Tiffany. I don’t need help like that. What I need is for you to stay out of my way.

Tiffany tries to respond, but Alexa cuts her off.

Alexa Bliss: I’m going to Nick Aldis. Next week, I’m getting a match with Michin — and this time, you are not going to screw it up.

Alexa storms off, fuming, pushing a production crate as she exits the shot. Tiffany is left standing there, flustered.

Nia Jax slowly turns her head toward Tiffany. The air gets tense. Tiffany looks up at Nia, nervous.

Nia Jax (low, threatening): You better fix this.

Nia walks off, leaving Tiffany alone, wide-eyed, clutching her briefcase and looking unsure of what to do.



We go back to the arena and LA Knight’s music hits. The crowd explodes as the United States Champion makes his way down to the ring, belt around his waist, intense look on his face. He climbs in, grabs a mic, and paces with purpose.

LA Knight: Let me talk to ya!

Crowd: “YEAH!”

LA Knight: Last week, AJ Styles thought he could pull one over on me. Thought he could catch me slippin’. I turn my back for one second and boom — Phenomenal Forearm to the jaw. Real bold, AJ. Real brave. Hitting a man from behind when the fight ain’t even started.

He adjusts the title on his shoulder.

LA Knight: But here’s the thing — you forgot who you’re dealing with. This ain’t your rookie-of-the-year moment anymore. I ain’t some kid trying to earn stripes. I’m the United States Champion, and the reason you tried to jump me from behind is the same reason you’ll lose again…Because at WrestleMania, when the lights were brightest, I beat you. 1-2-3. Clean. In the middle of the ring. YEAH!

Crowd: “YEAH!”

LA Knight: In two weeks on Smackdown we will face each other again for US Championship and I’m gonna prove WrestleMania wasn’t luck, it wasn’t a fluke… it was a message. And the message was loud and clear… This is my game now. And there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it. YEAH!

AJ Styles’ music hits to loud boos. Styles walks out in street clothes, slow and smug, mic in hand. He stops halfway down the ramp, staring daggers into the ring.

AJ Styles: Alright, alright. You’ve had your little therapy session, LA. You done crying about what happened last week?

Crowd boos. LA Knight raises an eyebrow.

AJ Styles: You beat me at WrestleMania, huh? Congratulations. You won one match. You got lucky. Everyone gets lucky once. But let’s not pretend like that makes you better than me. I’m a grand slam champion. A future Hall of Famer. And in two weeks, I take my United States Championship back.

LA Knight: Ohhh, is that right? You’re gonna take this title from me? (He lifts it up.) Well go ahead and try. Because luck didn’t beat you at WrestleMania, AJ — I did. With my boots. With my fists. And with that little thing you’ve been missing for a while now — hunger.

Crowd pops. Styles sneers.

LA Knight: And now, two weeks from now, I’m gonna embarrass you again. Not for luck. Not for history. But because you don’t have what it takes to stand across from LA Knight and survive. And that’s not an opinion, AJ… (He leans into the camera, loud and clear.) That’s a fact of life! YEAH!

Crowd: “YEAH!”

AJ tosses the mic, storms to the ring apron like he’s going to leave — then suddenly tries to cheap-shot Knight with a right hand! But Knight blocks it! The crowd pops as Knight counters, kicks AJ in the gut — and plants him with the BFT in the center of the ring! Styles is out cold. LA Knight stands over him, grabs the mic again, kneels down next to AJ’s head.

LA Knight: In two weeks, I make it official. I stay champ. And when that bell rings, they’ll all say one thing... L! A! Knight!

Crowd: “YEAH!”

He raises the U.S. Title high over a fallen AJ Styles as the crowd goes wild.



The camera opens in a dark backstage hallway. Roman Reigns stands alone, dressed in a black hoodie with the hood down. Jimmy Uso stands a few feet behind him, arms crossed, watching Roman's back. The crowd pops at the sight of Roman on the screen.

Solo Sikoa enters the frame from the opposite end of the hallway, flanked by Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa, and Jacob Fatu — the Bloodline. Roman raises a hand slowly, his eyes locked on Solo.

Roman Reigns: Not you.

The others stop. Solo looks at them, then back at Roman. He gestures for them to wait. After a tense pause, Solo steps forward alone. The other three remain in the background, watching silently. Roman and Solo stand face-to-face. No words for a moment. Just breathing. Just tension.

Roman Reigns: You know why I’m here. You know what this is about.

Solo doesn't respond, his jaw tight.

Roman Reigns: You got my attention. You wanted the fight? You’re gonna get it. But tonight… no chaos. No pack of wolves. No distractions.

He steps in closer, voice lower, controlled, dangerous.

Roman Reigns: You come to that ring alone. You leave your puppets in the back. Tama. Loa. Fatu. They stay out of this. You want to prove something to me? You do it like a man.

Solo’s expression doesn’t change. He stares Roman down for a long second. Then he nods once.

Solo Sikoa: You have my word.

Roman looks into his eyes for a moment, judging the truth.

Roman Reigns (quiet, but sharp): Good.

Roman takes a step back. Solo doesn’t move. Jimmy stares at Solo over Roman’s shoulder. The tribal tension hangs in the air as the two Samoan dynasties stand divided. Camera holds on Roman and Solo for a beat before fading out.



Match #4: Kevin Owens vs Santos Escobar

Owens and Escobar lock up. Santos immediately backs Owens into the corner and slaps him across the face. The crowd boos loudly. Owens glares back, wipes his face, and charges — taking Santos down with a flurry of right hands. The ref has to pull KO off. Escobar scrambles to the outside, regrouping. Owens slides out, giving chase, but Santos catches him coming back in with a sharp kick to the head. He follows up with a springboard dropkick that sends KO into the ropes. Santos hits a running knee to the jaw and covers. 1… 2… Owens powers out. Escobar grinds KO down with a chinlock, taunting the crowd. “This is your hero?!” he yells, wrenching back. Owens fights to his feet and elbows free. He hits the ropes — ducks a clothesline — and levels Santos with a flying forearm. KO follows with a clothesline, another, then a running senton! The crowd pops as Owens fires up. KO goes for a corner cannonball — Escobar rolls out of the ring. Owens doesn’t hesitate — he hits the ropes and dives through with a tope con hilo! Both men crash at ringside, but Owens pops up, slapping his chest and yelling to the crowd.

He throws Santos back in the ring, climbs the top rope — looking for the Bullfrog Splash — but Santos rolls away. Owens lands on his feet — Santos springs up and hits a running step-up enzuigiri! Cover — 1… 2… Owens kicks out! Santos slams the mat in frustration. He taunts the crowd, signaling for the Phantom Driver. He grabs KO, lifts him — Owens fights out with elbows, Santos hits the ropes — POP-UP POWERBOMB ATTEMPT! Santos flips out of it, lands on his feet! Springboard — Right into a SUPERKICK from Owens! Escobar drops! KO doesn’t waste a second. He grabs Santos by the waistband, drags him to the apron, and lifts him up…— POWERBOMB ON THE APRON! The crowd explodes! Kevin rolls him back into the ring. Escobar is dazed and nearly out cold. Owens slaps the mat, waiting… stalking…Santos staggers to his feet, turns around—STUNNER! Cover. 1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Kevin Owens def. Santos Escobar (14:11)

The crowd roars in approval. KO gets to his knees, exhausted but fired up, raising his fists. He glances down at Santos with a shake of the head before climbing a turnbuckle, soaking in the cheers.



The arena darkens slightly. The crowd buzzes. A long beat of silence… then — "HEAD OF THE TABLE" hits. Roman Reigns walks slowly onto the stage to a thunderous ovation. No Jimmy Uso. No Paul Heyman. Just Roman — in black, focused, dangerous. The camera closes in on his eyes as he walks with purpose. Roman enters the ring, soaking in the crowd reaction, jaw tight. He takes the mic, waits for the noise to settle.

Roman Reigns: Solo Sikoa… bring your ass out here. Alone. Just like you promised.

He lowers the mic, pacing slowly. The tension builds.

Solo Sikoa’s music hits. The crowd reaction shifts to boos, louder with every step. Solo appears on the stage, hood up, Ula Fala draped proudly around his neck. He walks alone — no Tama Tonga, no Tonga Loa, no Jacob Fatu. Just him, exactly as agreed. Solo steps into the ring. His eyes don’t leave Roman’s. The tension is unbearable. The crowd is electric.

Solo Sikoa: You done yet, Roman? This stupid vendetta… this obsession… are you finally done with it? You finally gonna do what you should’ve done months ago? Are you finally gonna acknowledge me… as your Tribal Chief?

Boos rain down from the crowd. Roman doesn’t blink. He raises the mic slowly.

Roman Reigns: …That’s never gonna happen.

Huge crowd reaction. Solo’s expression doesn’t change, but his jaw tenses. Roman steps in closer.

Roman Reigns: You took everything from me. My family. My name. My legacy. You stole it all. You put on the Ula Fala like you earned it. Like it was yours. But it wasn’t.

Roman steps closer, voice low and burning.

Roman Reigns: I want it all back. I want my Bloodline back. I want that Ula Fala around my neck. I want what’s mine.

Solo shakes his head, voice calm but deadly.

Solo Sikoa: The Bloodline you’re talkin’ about? It’s dead. Buried. And I’m not the one who killed it — you did. You tore it apart. So I made something new. I built a real Bloodline.

He grips the Ula Fala draped across his chest.

Solo Sikoa: And this? This belongs to me now. I’m not just gonna give it to you.

Roman doesn’t flinch.

Roman Reigns: Who said anything about handing it to me?

A hush falls over the crowd. Roman steps forward, chest to chest with Solo.

Roman Reigns: You and me. Crown Jewel. Bloodline Rules. No excuses. No interference. One winner. The Ula Fala… and the right to call himself Tribal Chief.

Solo stares into Roman’s eyes. He slowly removes his hood. The weight of the moment hits the arena like thunder. After a tense silence, he nods.

Solo Sikoa: If that’s what it’s gonna take for you to finally accept that your time is done… then I accept.

The crowd erupts. Roman and Solo step even closer, eyes locked. The Tribal War is officially declared. Suddenly — Jacob Fatu appears at ringside. Then Tonga Loa. Then Tama Tonga. They slither out of the shadows, slowly surrounding the ring like wolves. Roman doesn’t move. Solo remains still. But the trap is closing. Then — chaos. From under the ring, JIMMY USO explodes with a KENDO STICK in hand, cracking it across Tonga Loa’s back! The crowd goes wild! He drops Tonga, then Fatu! Then Tama! Jimmy slides into the ring, standing beside Roman. Solo backs up slightly, caught off guard — but not for long. Fatu pulls Jimmy back out of the ring. The numbers take over. Tonga Loa and Tama Tonga stomp Jimmy to the floor while Fatu drives him spine-first into the barricade. Inside the ring, Solo lunges at Roman and takes him down with a brutal clothesline. Roman tries to fight back, throwing fists, but it’s 4-on-2. The Bloodline swarms. Jacob Fatu hits a running splash in the corner on Roman. Tonga Loa hits a sit-out powerbomb on Jimmy on the floor. Solo stands over Roman, breathing heavy. He rips the Ula Fala from around his neck and holds it up above Roman’s fallen body. Jacob Fatu climbs to the top rope — SPLASH on Roman. The crowd is thunderous in boos as The Bloodline stands tall. Solo looks down at Roman’s broken body.

Solo Sikoa (low, to Roman): You should’ve acknowledged me.

He tosses the mic on Roman’s chest and proceeds to hit him with a devastation Samoan Spike to the throat!!! Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa, and Fatu throw up the ones — their version of it — as Solo raises the Ula Fala high. SmackDown ends with The Bloodline reborn, dominant, and dangerous. Roman Reigns and Jimmy Uso lie motionless in the wreckage.

Next week on SMACKDOWN:
- AJ Styles vs Johnny Gargano
- Alexa Bliss vs Michin
- Rey Fenix vs Tama Tonga
And more!!!


Crown Jewel 2024 Updated Card
- Roman Reigns vs Solo Sikoa - Bloodline Rules Match
- CM Punk vs Gunther for the World Heavyweight Championship

- Liv Morgan or Rhea Ripley vs Becky Lynch for the WWE Women's World Championship
- Dominik Mysterio vs Dragon Lee
And more!!!