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!!!
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- 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!!!
