Friday Night SmackDown
November 15th 2024
The lights dim as golden sparks burst from the stage. The music hits — bold, defiant — and out walk Nia Jax, Tiffany Stratton, and Alexa Bliss, dressed in matching black-and-gold ring gear. They strut down the ramp with smug confidence, soaking in the heavy boos from the audience. Nia’s gaze is cold. Tiffany blows a sarcastic kiss to the front row. Alexa spins her microphone in her hand like a knife. Once in the ring, the three women form a tight triangle, facing the hard cam. Nia raises the mic.
Nia Jax: (calm, dangerous) Last Monday night… we made a statement. We didn’t just send a message… we delivered one.
Boos swell from the crowd.
Nia Jax: We put Rhea Ripley down. And let me be clear: that wasn’t about jealousy. That wasn’t about chaos. That was business.
Tiffany smirks and nods, clapping slowly. Alexa chuckles silently.
Tiffany Stratton: She thought she was untouchable. Dominant. Please.
Heat from the crowd — loud boos, chants of “You suck!”
Alexa Bliss: She made the mistake of thinking she ran this division. Until we reminded her — this isn’t her era anymore. It’s ours.
Nia steps forward, more intense now.
Nia Jax: And you wanna know why we did it? Why we took out Rhea? Because I talked to someone. And that someone… she made us an offer. She said — take out Rhea for me… and I’ll join your team at WarGames.
The crowd starts to buzz with anticipation.
Nia Jax: (grinning) So ladies and gentlemen… please welcome the newest member of Team Jax…
Long dramatic pause.
Nia Jax: LIV MORGAN.
Liv Morgan’s music hits, and she steps onto the stage. Dominik Mysterio stands beside her, holding her hand. Liv is wearing dark leather with a sly, dangerous smile. The crowd showers her and Dominik in boos. Liv raises a mic, walking slowly down the ramp, arm-in-arm with Dom.
Liv Morgan: (cold and deliberate) I warned all of you… I told you I wasn’t done with Rhea Ripley.
Boos echo through the arena.
Liv Morgan: For months, I’ve made it my mission to ruin her life — and I think I can say I’ve been pretty successful at doing so.
Dominik smirks smugly behind her. Liv turns and brushes his chin with her fingertips before facing the crowd again.
Liv Morgan: But last Monday… someone did what I’ve been dying to do — they took Rhea out for good.
She glances sideways at Nia Jax.
Liv Morgan: So, thank you, Nia. You took care of my problem... and now I’m going to help you take care of yours.
The crowd boos louder, but Liv only grins more.
Liv Morgan: At WarGames, I’m not walking in alone. I don’t play the numbers game without making sure I have my own ace.
She turns toward the ramp.
Liv Morgan: So allow me to introduce the fifth and final member of our team…
The crowd grows louder in anticipation—
Liv Morgan: Ladies and gentlemen… Raquel Rodriguez.
Raquel’s music hits as she storms out onto the stage — intense, focused, and ready for battle. She joins the women in the ring, standing tall next to Liv as Dominik applauds behind them. The crowd rains down boos, but Liv just smirks, proud and unbothered. Suddenly, the arena erupts in cheers as “Sky’s the Limit” hits. Out steps Sasha Banks, followed by Bayley, Bianca Belair, Michin, and Jade Cargill. The five women line up across the stage, staring daggers at the group in the ring.
Bayley raises a mic, pacing slightly as she addresses Liv.
Bayley: (mocking) Well, well, well. Liv Morgan... always the drama. Clinging to Dominik like he’s your little trophy.
The crowd pops as Liv glares toward the stage.
Bayley: You’ve been obsessed with Rhea for months, and now that she’s gone, you’re suddenly Nia Jax’s best friend? Sounds like you’re just looking for someone else to do your dirty work.
Sasha steps forward slightly, nodding in agreement. Jade and Michin stand arms-crossed, unshaken. Bianca adjusts her braid, smirking.
Bayley: But here’s the thing, Liv — I don’t care what games you’re playing, or how many friends you bought, or what kind of weird little ‘power couple’ you and Dom think you are.
Crowd chants: “Bayley! Bayley!”
Bayley: Because at WarGames, you’ll be trapped in a cage with five women who actually know how to fight. We’re not scared of you. In fact… I want a little preview.
She locks eyes with Liv.
Bayley: Since you came all the way from RAW here to Friday Night Smackdown… How about you and me one-on-one… right now!.
The crowd erupts. Liv pauses, then slowly steps to the ropes, leaning on the top one with a wicked grin.
Liv Morgan: (mocking) Bayley… sweet, predictable Bayley. If you want a fight, you’ve got one. Just make sure your little team is watching… because tonight, I’m going to send a message that’ll echo all the way to WarGames.
Liv drops the mic. Dominik raises her hand while the rest of Team Liv stands proudly beside her. On the stage, Bayley smiles and nods as a referee comes down to the ring.
Match #1: Bayley vs Liv Morgan
Bayley and Liv circle one another. Liv is all smirks and arrogance, while Bayley stays laser-focused. They lock up. Bayley gets the upper hand with a waistlock takedown, then rolls Liv into a quick schoolgirl — 1…2…kickout! Liv scrambles to her feet, frustrated, and charges. Bayley dodges, hits the ropes, and nails a shoulder tackle. Liv rolls to the outside, consulting with Tiffany and Alexa, clearly rattled. Back in the ring, Liv regains momentum with a drop toe hold into the bottom rope, then hits a running knee to the back of Bayley’s head. She covers — 1…2…kickout! Liv starts grinding down Bayley with a chinlock, taunting the crowd while wrenching it in. Bayley fights back with body shots and breaks the hold, but Liv hits a sudden step-up enziguri, sending Bayley crashing into the corner.
Liv climbs to the second rope and drops a diving codebreaker-style knee — 1…2…Bayley gets the shoulder up! Liv slams the mat in frustration. As Bayley starts mounting a comeback with rolling clotheslines and a back suplex, Alexa Bliss hops up on the apron to distract the referee. On the other side, Tiffany Stratton slides a chair into the ring behind the ref’s back. Liv sees it and smirks. She grabs the chair — but before she can use it, Bianca Belair yanks it out from under her from the outside! The crowd pops as Liv turns and yells at Bianca. In the chaos, Tiffany climbs onto the apron — yelling at Bayley. Bayley turns to swing at her, but Alexa accidentally spins around and throws a right hand meant for Bayley — and decks Tiffany instead! Tiffany falls to the floor! Alexa gasps, realizing her mistake, and Liv stares at her in disbelief. Bayley seizes the opening and grabs Liv from behind — Rose Plant! She covers: 1… 2… 3!
Match Results: Bayley def. Liv Morgan (10:31)
The crowd erupts as Bayley rolls off Liv, catching her breath. Sasha, Jade, Michin, and Bianca hit the ring to celebrate with her, while Liv rolls to the outside, clutching her head and furious at Alexa and Tiffany. Tension brews on the outside as Tiffany argues with Alexa, still holding her jaw. Liv gets in between them, visibly fuming. Raquel and Nia try to keep the peace, but the cracks in the foundation are clearly forming.
The camera cuts backstage to a dimly lit hallway near the women’s locker room. Nia Jax stands with her arms crossed, frustrated. Tiffany Stratton storms into frame, holding her jaw and seething. Moments later, Alexa Bliss walks in from the other side, still breathing heavily from the match interference gone wrong.
Tiffany Stratton: (furious) Are you kidding me right now?! You punched me in the face, Alexa!
Alexa Bliss: (annoyed but calm) Oh, come on, Tiffany. It was a mistake — you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Tiffany Stratton: You did that on purpose! Admit it!
Alexa Bliss: (steps forward) I told you! It was an accident! And be careful with your accusations because next time it won’t be an accident and I’ll knock your teeth down your throat.
Tiffany’s eyes widen with rage. Without hesitation, she slaps Alexa across the face, and chaos erupts. Alexa tackles her to the ground and the two start throwing wild punches. Hair pulling, screaming, chaos.
Nia Jax rushes in and yells—
Nia Jax: (shouting) HEY! That’s ENOUGH!
She grabs Tiffany and Alexa by the arms and yanks them apart with force. They both stumble backward, breathing hard, glaring daggers at each other.
Nia Jax: (fuming) I am so sick and tired of this! We are supposed to be a team — but every week it’s more ego, more drama, and now you’re throwing fists backstage?
Tiffany adjusts her hair, still glaring. Alexa wipes her mouth, silent but simmering.
Nia Jax: You know what? If you two want to tear each other apart so badly, fine. I’m going to Nick Aldis right now and I’m requesting a match — you two next week on SmackDown.
Tiffany and Alexa both pause, startled but not backing down.
Nia Jax: You can settle your differences in the ring. After that, I don’t care who hates who — you’re going to fall in line and get your heads in the game for WarGames. Or I’ll find someone who will.
Nia storms off, leaving Tiffany and Alexa still breathing hard, eyes locked — the tension unresolved, the battle now official.
Tiffany Stratton: (furious) Are you kidding me right now?! You punched me in the face, Alexa!
Alexa Bliss: (annoyed but calm) Oh, come on, Tiffany. It was a mistake — you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Tiffany Stratton: You did that on purpose! Admit it!
Alexa Bliss: (steps forward) I told you! It was an accident! And be careful with your accusations because next time it won’t be an accident and I’ll knock your teeth down your throat.
Tiffany’s eyes widen with rage. Without hesitation, she slaps Alexa across the face, and chaos erupts. Alexa tackles her to the ground and the two start throwing wild punches. Hair pulling, screaming, chaos.
Nia Jax rushes in and yells—
Nia Jax: (shouting) HEY! That’s ENOUGH!
She grabs Tiffany and Alexa by the arms and yanks them apart with force. They both stumble backward, breathing hard, glaring daggers at each other.
Nia Jax: (fuming) I am so sick and tired of this! We are supposed to be a team — but every week it’s more ego, more drama, and now you’re throwing fists backstage?
Tiffany adjusts her hair, still glaring. Alexa wipes her mouth, silent but simmering.
Nia Jax: You know what? If you two want to tear each other apart so badly, fine. I’m going to Nick Aldis right now and I’m requesting a match — you two next week on SmackDown.
Tiffany and Alexa both pause, startled but not backing down.
Nia Jax: You can settle your differences in the ring. After that, I don’t care who hates who — you’re going to fall in line and get your heads in the game for WarGames. Or I’ll find someone who will.
Nia storms off, leaving Tiffany and Alexa still breathing hard, eyes locked — the tension unresolved, the battle now official.
The camera cuts to Roman Reigns’ private locker room. Roman Reigns is seated at the head of the table. Jimmy and Jey Uso are pacing. Paul Heyman stands nervously nearby. Sami Zayn leans against the wall, arms crossed.
Roman Reigns: (quietly, coldly) He turned on me… He stole the Ula Fala.
Silence. The room is thick with tension.
Jimmy Uso: He ain’t family no more. You turn on the Tribal Chief, you dead to us.
Paul Heyman: (stammering) I—I never trusted Dwayne. I told you, my Tribal Chief, he smells of betrayal... and coconut oil.
Roman glares at Heyman. He shuts up instantly.
Roman Reigns: We go to war... WarGames. Me, the Usos, Sami. That’s four. But we need five.
Jey Uso: (scoffs) Yeah? Who, Uce? Nobody likes us.
Jimmy Uso: Everybody wants to see us fall, man. Nobody got our back.
Sami Zayn steps forward, rubbing his beard, thinking hard.
Sami Zayn: Yeah… well… you’re not wrong. A lot of people do hate us.
He glances at Roman, then around the room.
Sami Zayn: But I might know someone. Someone who hates Solo. Maybe even hates The Rock. He hates us too, to be honest.
Roman raises an eyebrow.
Roman Reigns: You might know someone?
Sami Zayn: Yeah. I can’t promise anything. He’s… unpredictable. It probably won’t go well.
Sami looks at each member of the group.
Sami Zayn: But at this point, it’s worth the try.
Jey Uso: Wait, who you talkin’ ‘bout, Sami?
Sami smirks slightly, tapping the side of his head as he walks off.
Sami Zayn: Just trust me. I’ll talk to him.
Camera zooms in on Roman Reigns. His eyes narrow. He nods once.
Roman Reigns: Handle it.
Roman Reigns: (quietly, coldly) He turned on me… He stole the Ula Fala.
Silence. The room is thick with tension.
Jimmy Uso: He ain’t family no more. You turn on the Tribal Chief, you dead to us.
Paul Heyman: (stammering) I—I never trusted Dwayne. I told you, my Tribal Chief, he smells of betrayal... and coconut oil.
Roman glares at Heyman. He shuts up instantly.
Roman Reigns: We go to war... WarGames. Me, the Usos, Sami. That’s four. But we need five.
Jey Uso: (scoffs) Yeah? Who, Uce? Nobody likes us.
Jimmy Uso: Everybody wants to see us fall, man. Nobody got our back.
Sami Zayn steps forward, rubbing his beard, thinking hard.
Sami Zayn: Yeah… well… you’re not wrong. A lot of people do hate us.
He glances at Roman, then around the room.
Sami Zayn: But I might know someone. Someone who hates Solo. Maybe even hates The Rock. He hates us too, to be honest.
Roman raises an eyebrow.
Roman Reigns: You might know someone?
Sami Zayn: Yeah. I can’t promise anything. He’s… unpredictable. It probably won’t go well.
Sami looks at each member of the group.
Sami Zayn: But at this point, it’s worth the try.
Jey Uso: Wait, who you talkin’ ‘bout, Sami?
Sami smirks slightly, tapping the side of his head as he walks off.
Sami Zayn: Just trust me. I’ll talk to him.
Camera zooms in on Roman Reigns. His eyes narrow. He nods once.
Roman Reigns: Handle it.
Montez Ford makes his entrance with energy and confidence, slapping hands and nodding toward his partner Angelo Dawkins backstage. Tommaso Ciampa comes out stone-faced, eyes locked on the Lucha Brothers as he passes them at ringside, smirking.
Match #2: Montez Ford w/Angelo Dawkins vs Tommaso Ciampa w/Johnny Gargano
The match starts fast with Ford using his speed to frustrate Ciampa — flying clotheslines, dropkicks, and a leaping blockbuster that gets an early two-count. Ciampa slows things down with methodical offense, targeting Ford’s ribs. He hits a punishing backbreaker and stomps Ford into the mat, shooting a glance toward the Lucha Brothers as if to say, “That’s how it’s done.” Ford fights back with his signature leaping enzuigiri, then a standing moonsault for a near fall. The crowd is fired up as Montez goes to the top rope. He leaps off the rope but Ciampa gets his knees up at the last second. Ciampa rolls Ford up—grabbing a handful of tights! The ref doesn’t see it! 1… 2… 3!
Match Results: Tommaso Ciampa def. Montez Ford (8:20)
Ciampa immediately rolls out of the ring, grinning smugly. Ford sits up in disbelief, pointing at his tights and arguing with the referee. Meanwhile, Ciampa walks straight to the Lucha Brothers, mocking them with a slow golf clap.
Ciampa (smirking): You see that? That’s how it’s done!
Penta stands, eyeing Ciampa with disdain. Ciampa walks right up and shoves Penta in the chest, sparking tension. Fenix steps in and shouts at Ciampa in Spanish. Johnny Gargano tries to get between his partner and the champs.
Johnny Gargano: Tommaso, back off! You made your point!
Ciampa starts shouting at Gargano too, ignoring his pleas. Suddenly, Ciampa throws a wild punch at Penta and a full-on brawl erupts between Ciampa and the Lucha Brothers! Gargano tries to pull everyone apart—but Fenix spins and superkicks Gargano right in the face!
Crowd: “OOOOHHHH!”
As bodies collide and chaos unfolds, Angelo Dawkins suddenly appears on the top rope. He leaps off with a massive diving crossbody, wiping out Ciampa, the Lucha Brothers, and Gargano at ringside! Dawkins helps Ford up. The Street Profits grab the WWE Tag Team Championships from ringside, hold them high over their heads, and pose on the ramp as their music hits.
Match #2: Montez Ford w/Angelo Dawkins vs Tommaso Ciampa w/Johnny Gargano
The match starts fast with Ford using his speed to frustrate Ciampa — flying clotheslines, dropkicks, and a leaping blockbuster that gets an early two-count. Ciampa slows things down with methodical offense, targeting Ford’s ribs. He hits a punishing backbreaker and stomps Ford into the mat, shooting a glance toward the Lucha Brothers as if to say, “That’s how it’s done.” Ford fights back with his signature leaping enzuigiri, then a standing moonsault for a near fall. The crowd is fired up as Montez goes to the top rope. He leaps off the rope but Ciampa gets his knees up at the last second. Ciampa rolls Ford up—grabbing a handful of tights! The ref doesn’t see it! 1… 2… 3!
Match Results: Tommaso Ciampa def. Montez Ford (8:20)
Ciampa immediately rolls out of the ring, grinning smugly. Ford sits up in disbelief, pointing at his tights and arguing with the referee. Meanwhile, Ciampa walks straight to the Lucha Brothers, mocking them with a slow golf clap.
Ciampa (smirking): You see that? That’s how it’s done!
Penta stands, eyeing Ciampa with disdain. Ciampa walks right up and shoves Penta in the chest, sparking tension. Fenix steps in and shouts at Ciampa in Spanish. Johnny Gargano tries to get between his partner and the champs.
Johnny Gargano: Tommaso, back off! You made your point!
Ciampa starts shouting at Gargano too, ignoring his pleas. Suddenly, Ciampa throws a wild punch at Penta and a full-on brawl erupts between Ciampa and the Lucha Brothers! Gargano tries to pull everyone apart—but Fenix spins and superkicks Gargano right in the face!
Crowd: “OOOOHHHH!”
As bodies collide and chaos unfolds, Angelo Dawkins suddenly appears on the top rope. He leaps off with a massive diving crossbody, wiping out Ciampa, the Lucha Brothers, and Gargano at ringside! Dawkins helps Ford up. The Street Profits grab the WWE Tag Team Championships from ringside, hold them high over their heads, and pose on the ramp as their music hits.
The camera opens inside a quiet backstage area. Kevin Owens is sitting on a bench in his locker room, looking over his gear. His expression is focused but a bit distant as he pulls his shirt over his head. Suddenly, there’s a soft knock on the door and Owens looks up.
Kevin Owens: What do you want?
The camera slowly pans to reveal Sami Zayn standing at the doorway. His posture is slightly tense, but there’s a soft, hesitant look in his eyes as he steps into view. He stands there for a moment, unsure, before speaking.
Sami Zayn: (softly) Can we talk?
Owens stops for a brief second, his expression unreadable. He looks up at Sami, a heavy silence hanging in the air as their eyes lock. There’s a long pause as Owens contemplates what to do, before he sighs and gestures toward the room.
Kevin Owens: (after a beat, reluctantly) Come on in.
Sami nods, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he steps into the room. The camera lingers on their faces for a moment as the door closes behind Sami, the sound of it muffled as the scene fades to black.
Kevin Owens: What do you want?
The camera slowly pans to reveal Sami Zayn standing at the doorway. His posture is slightly tense, but there’s a soft, hesitant look in his eyes as he steps into view. He stands there for a moment, unsure, before speaking.
Sami Zayn: (softly) Can we talk?
Owens stops for a brief second, his expression unreadable. He looks up at Sami, a heavy silence hanging in the air as their eyes lock. There’s a long pause as Owens contemplates what to do, before he sighs and gestures toward the room.
Kevin Owens: (after a beat, reluctantly) Come on in.
Sami nods, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he steps into the room. The camera lingers on their faces for a moment as the door closes behind Sami, the sound of it muffled as the scene fades to black.
The camera cuts to the ring where Cody Rhodes, the Undisputed WWE Champion, stands. The crowd is energized, showing their respect for the champion as Cody takes a moment to soak it all in. He wears the title proudly around his waist, but there's a somberness in his expression. He grabs the microphone, looking serious.
Cody Rhodes: (somberly, taking a deep breath) I never thought it would come to this… I never thought I’d be standing here having this conversation. But here we are. I’ve been in this business for a long time, and I’ve learned a lot of hard truths. The first one being—this is a business where you don’t have any friends. When you’re the champion, when you’re at the top, you become the target. Everyone’s gunning for you. That’s just the way it is.
The crowd murmurs in agreement, understanding the weight of his words.
Cody Rhodes: But I never expected this from Randy. I considered him family. We’ve been through so much together. We fought side by side in Legacy, we shared the highs and the lows... and yet, Randy, you’ve turned your back on me. You were supposed to be my brother, and now you’re just another guy trying to take me down.
Just as Cody finishes his sentence, Randy Orton's music cuts through the arena, and the crowd responds with boos. Orton walks slowly down the ramp with that familiar smug grin on his face, holding a microphone in his hand.
Randy Orton: (smirking, raising his microphone) You know, Cody, you can stand there and pretend like you’ve got the moral high ground, but let’s be real here. You had everything handed to you. Every door opened up for you because of who your father was, who your family is. You didn’t have to work for anything. You didn’t have to fight for anything. Everything was just given to you, wasn’t it?
The crowd reacts with mixed boos, as Orton smirks, pacing at the bottom of the ramp.
Cody Rhodes: (stepping forward, shaking his head) You’re wrong, Randy. I earned everything I have. I’ve been treated like crap in this company. They tried to bury me, tried to keep me down. I had to leave, I had to reinvent myself. I had to go out there and prove I was worth something. I had to gain respect from people who didn’t want to give me a damn thing. (pauses, with fire in his eyes) I’m not some spoiled rich kid who just had a spot handed to me. Unlike you, Randy—who was WWE’s golden boy from day one. Everything you’ve gotten, you’ve been given because you were the chosen one. You didn’t have to work for anything. But me? I’ve had to fight for everything.
The crowd cheers in support of Cody, rallying behind his words.
Randy Orton: (sharply) Fight for everything? You think you're some underdog, Cody? You’re soft. That’s your problem. That’s why you’re out here talking about respect like it’s some badge of honor. I don’t need respect, Cody. I’ve been on top of this business for years, and I’ve stayed on top because I do whatever it takes. I’m ruthless. I don’t care who I have to step on to stay there, I’ll do it. You’ve been handed opportunities, but you’re too soft to make the most of them. I’ve survived because I’ve done what needed to be done. You? You’ve gotten weak.
The tension in the arena rises as Cody stares daggers at Orton, the weight of his words sinking in.
Randy Orton: (smirking, looking down at Cody) And you know what’s going to happen, don’t you, Cody? One day, your wife Brandi—she’s going to realize exactly what she married. She’ll realize she’s stuck with a failure, and when that day comes, she’ll leave you, just like everyone else has.
The crowd gasps as Orton’s words land like a punch. Cody’s face turns red with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. He takes a step forward, breathing heavily.
Cody Rhodes: (gritting his teeth) You don’t get to talk about my wife. You don’t get to cross that line.
Without warning, Cody Rhodes charges at Orton, dropping the microphone. He ducks under the ropes, flying to the outside of the ring and tackling Orton to the ground. The crowd erupts as the two men begin brawling on the floor, throwing wild punches at each other. Orton shoves Cody off, getting to his feet and delivering a punch to Cody’s face. But Cody, fueled by anger, fights back with equal intensity, slamming Orton into the steel steps. They continue to brawl, neither willing to give an inch. Security and Nick Aldis appear to try to separate the two men, but Cody looks like a man possessed tearing apart the announce table. Then, Cody Rhodes grabs Orton and, with a burst of power, delivers a brutal Cross Rhodes onto the announce table! The table collapses under the weight, breaking into pieces as the crowd goes wild. Cody stands above the wreckage of the broken announce table, his championship belt raised high, his eyes filled with fire as the crowd cheers wildly for the Undisputed WWE Champion. Randy Orton lies motionless amidst the debris, clearly worse for wear, as Cody Rhodes stands victorious.
Cody Rhodes: (somberly, taking a deep breath) I never thought it would come to this… I never thought I’d be standing here having this conversation. But here we are. I’ve been in this business for a long time, and I’ve learned a lot of hard truths. The first one being—this is a business where you don’t have any friends. When you’re the champion, when you’re at the top, you become the target. Everyone’s gunning for you. That’s just the way it is.
The crowd murmurs in agreement, understanding the weight of his words.
Cody Rhodes: But I never expected this from Randy. I considered him family. We’ve been through so much together. We fought side by side in Legacy, we shared the highs and the lows... and yet, Randy, you’ve turned your back on me. You were supposed to be my brother, and now you’re just another guy trying to take me down.
Just as Cody finishes his sentence, Randy Orton's music cuts through the arena, and the crowd responds with boos. Orton walks slowly down the ramp with that familiar smug grin on his face, holding a microphone in his hand.
Randy Orton: (smirking, raising his microphone) You know, Cody, you can stand there and pretend like you’ve got the moral high ground, but let’s be real here. You had everything handed to you. Every door opened up for you because of who your father was, who your family is. You didn’t have to work for anything. You didn’t have to fight for anything. Everything was just given to you, wasn’t it?
The crowd reacts with mixed boos, as Orton smirks, pacing at the bottom of the ramp.
Cody Rhodes: (stepping forward, shaking his head) You’re wrong, Randy. I earned everything I have. I’ve been treated like crap in this company. They tried to bury me, tried to keep me down. I had to leave, I had to reinvent myself. I had to go out there and prove I was worth something. I had to gain respect from people who didn’t want to give me a damn thing. (pauses, with fire in his eyes) I’m not some spoiled rich kid who just had a spot handed to me. Unlike you, Randy—who was WWE’s golden boy from day one. Everything you’ve gotten, you’ve been given because you were the chosen one. You didn’t have to work for anything. But me? I’ve had to fight for everything.
The crowd cheers in support of Cody, rallying behind his words.
Randy Orton: (sharply) Fight for everything? You think you're some underdog, Cody? You’re soft. That’s your problem. That’s why you’re out here talking about respect like it’s some badge of honor. I don’t need respect, Cody. I’ve been on top of this business for years, and I’ve stayed on top because I do whatever it takes. I’m ruthless. I don’t care who I have to step on to stay there, I’ll do it. You’ve been handed opportunities, but you’re too soft to make the most of them. I’ve survived because I’ve done what needed to be done. You? You’ve gotten weak.
The tension in the arena rises as Cody stares daggers at Orton, the weight of his words sinking in.
Randy Orton: (smirking, looking down at Cody) And you know what’s going to happen, don’t you, Cody? One day, your wife Brandi—she’s going to realize exactly what she married. She’ll realize she’s stuck with a failure, and when that day comes, she’ll leave you, just like everyone else has.
The crowd gasps as Orton’s words land like a punch. Cody’s face turns red with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. He takes a step forward, breathing heavily.
Cody Rhodes: (gritting his teeth) You don’t get to talk about my wife. You don’t get to cross that line.
Without warning, Cody Rhodes charges at Orton, dropping the microphone. He ducks under the ropes, flying to the outside of the ring and tackling Orton to the ground. The crowd erupts as the two men begin brawling on the floor, throwing wild punches at each other. Orton shoves Cody off, getting to his feet and delivering a punch to Cody’s face. But Cody, fueled by anger, fights back with equal intensity, slamming Orton into the steel steps. They continue to brawl, neither willing to give an inch. Security and Nick Aldis appear to try to separate the two men, but Cody looks like a man possessed tearing apart the announce table. Then, Cody Rhodes grabs Orton and, with a burst of power, delivers a brutal Cross Rhodes onto the announce table! The table collapses under the weight, breaking into pieces as the crowd goes wild. Cody stands above the wreckage of the broken announce table, his championship belt raised high, his eyes filled with fire as the crowd cheers wildly for the Undisputed WWE Champion. Randy Orton lies motionless amidst the debris, clearly worse for wear, as Cody Rhodes stands victorious.
The camera picks up mid-argument. Johnny Gargano is standing face-to-face with Tommaso Ciampa, frustration on his face. Ciampa is still breathing heavily from his earlier match.
Johnny Gargano: What is going on with you, man?
Ciampa doesn't respond. He stares ahead, jaw clenched.
Johnny Gargano: This isn’t you. The cheap wins, the attacks — this isn't the Ciampa I know. You used to stand for something.
Tommaso Ciampa: (quietly, darkly) I’m sick of being disrespected.
Gargano blinks, taken aback.
Tommaso Ciampa: You think people care how we win? You think respect gets you anywhere around here? I’ve been overlooked, passed by, treated like a footnote. No more.
Johnny Gargano: (softly) So what, you're just gonna throw away everything we built? DIY meant something. We fought for heart… not shortcuts.
Ciampa steps closer, his voice intense but controlled.
Tommaso Ciampa: Dude… I’m done playing nice. From now on, I do whatever it takes. I win. That’s it.
A tense silence. Then Ciampa leans in.
Tommaso Ciampa: And if you got a problem with that… maybe you’re standing in my way.
Ciampa slowly backs up a step, eyes never leaving Gargano.
Tommaso Ciampa: You’re either with me... or you’re against me.
Ciampa turns and storms off down the hallway. As he rounds a corner, he nearly walks into Shinsuke Nakamura, who steps into frame slowly. They stop. A long, cold staredown between Ciampa and Nakamura — intense silence, no words. Neither man blinks. Then, Nakamura smirks faintly… and walks past Ciampa without a word. Ciampa watches him go, jaw tight, fists clenched. The tension lingers in the air as the camera fades out.
Johnny Gargano: What is going on with you, man?
Ciampa doesn't respond. He stares ahead, jaw clenched.
Johnny Gargano: This isn’t you. The cheap wins, the attacks — this isn't the Ciampa I know. You used to stand for something.
Tommaso Ciampa: (quietly, darkly) I’m sick of being disrespected.
Gargano blinks, taken aback.
Tommaso Ciampa: You think people care how we win? You think respect gets you anywhere around here? I’ve been overlooked, passed by, treated like a footnote. No more.
Johnny Gargano: (softly) So what, you're just gonna throw away everything we built? DIY meant something. We fought for heart… not shortcuts.
Ciampa steps closer, his voice intense but controlled.
Tommaso Ciampa: Dude… I’m done playing nice. From now on, I do whatever it takes. I win. That’s it.
A tense silence. Then Ciampa leans in.
Tommaso Ciampa: And if you got a problem with that… maybe you’re standing in my way.
Ciampa slowly backs up a step, eyes never leaving Gargano.
Tommaso Ciampa: You’re either with me... or you’re against me.
Ciampa turns and storms off down the hallway. As he rounds a corner, he nearly walks into Shinsuke Nakamura, who steps into frame slowly. They stop. A long, cold staredown between Ciampa and Nakamura — intense silence, no words. Neither man blinks. Then, Nakamura smirks faintly… and walks past Ciampa without a word. Ciampa watches him go, jaw tight, fists clenched. The tension lingers in the air as the camera fades out.
The camera opens as the door to Roman Reigns’ locker room slowly opens. Inside, Roman, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, and Paul Heyman are all gathered around, discussing something in hushed tones. The mood is tense, clearly focused on something important. As the door creaks open, all eyes turn toward the entrance. Standing in the doorway is Sami Zayn. His expression is one of frustration and weariness as he steps into the room. Roman doesn't skip a beat, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gestures for Sami to speak.
Roman Reigns: (leaning back in his chair, voice calm but serious) So… how did it go?
Sami exhales deeply, rubbing his forehead before giving a small, defeated shake of his head. His voice is a little lower, as if frustrated by the outcome.
Sami Zayn: (softly) Not well. He said no. We still don’t have a fifth member.
Roman remains calm, but there’s a flicker of irritation behind his eyes. He straightens up in his chair, but before he can speak, Jey Uso interrupts, his tone sharp and curious.
Jey Uso: (eyes narrowing) Who was this person, Sami? You been going around talkin’ to people... who was it?
Sami hesitates for a moment, clearly weighing his words. The room is silent, all eyes now on him, waiting for an answer. Finally, Sami looks back at Jey, his expression guarded.
Sami Zayn: (seriously, shaking his head) Believe me, you wouldn’t want to know.
Heyman, who has been silently watching the exchange, finally speaks up, his voice calculating.
Paul Heyman: (raising an eyebrow) Then what do we do now, my Tribal Chief? Time is running out. We need someone who can help secure the future of the Bloodline.
Roman glances at Heyman, then turns his gaze back to Sami. He stays silent for a moment, as if weighing his options. The weight of the situation is clear. Finally, Roman leans forward, his eyes piercing through the room.
Roman Reigns: (quietly, but with intensity) We’ll find someone. We always do.
Sami nods, his shoulders sagging slightly as he acknowledges Roman’s command. The tension is palpable as the group remains in the locker room, trying to figure out their next move.
Roman Reigns: (leaning back in his chair, voice calm but serious) So… how did it go?
Sami exhales deeply, rubbing his forehead before giving a small, defeated shake of his head. His voice is a little lower, as if frustrated by the outcome.
Sami Zayn: (softly) Not well. He said no. We still don’t have a fifth member.
Roman remains calm, but there’s a flicker of irritation behind his eyes. He straightens up in his chair, but before he can speak, Jey Uso interrupts, his tone sharp and curious.
Jey Uso: (eyes narrowing) Who was this person, Sami? You been going around talkin’ to people... who was it?
Sami hesitates for a moment, clearly weighing his words. The room is silent, all eyes now on him, waiting for an answer. Finally, Sami looks back at Jey, his expression guarded.
Sami Zayn: (seriously, shaking his head) Believe me, you wouldn’t want to know.
Heyman, who has been silently watching the exchange, finally speaks up, his voice calculating.
Paul Heyman: (raising an eyebrow) Then what do we do now, my Tribal Chief? Time is running out. We need someone who can help secure the future of the Bloodline.
Roman glances at Heyman, then turns his gaze back to Sami. He stays silent for a moment, as if weighing his options. The weight of the situation is clear. Finally, Roman leans forward, his eyes piercing through the room.
Roman Reigns: (quietly, but with intensity) We’ll find someone. We always do.
Sami nods, his shoulders sagging slightly as he acknowledges Roman’s command. The tension is palpable as the group remains in the locker room, trying to figure out their next move.
Match #3: Logan Paul vs Andrade
The bell rings, and the two competitors lock up in the center of the ring. Logan quickly transitions into a wristlock, but Andrade flips out of it and hits a shoulder tackle, knocking Logan down. Andrade follows with a series of quick strikes and a spinning back elbow. The crowd cheers as Andrade picks up the pace. Logan rolls to the outside to regroup, and as he gets back in the ring, Andrade charges at him, hitting a hurricanrana that sends Logan sprawling. Andrade attempts a cover, but Logan kicks out at two. Logan catches Andrade with a cheap shot, hitting a knee to the midsection. He follows it up with a suplex, lifting Andrade and dropping him hard on the mat. Logan taunts the crowd, smirking as he goes for the pin, but Andrade kicks out at two. Logan keeps the pressure on, applying a chinlock to wear down Andrade. The crowd rallies behind Andrade as he fights to his feet, breaking the hold with a series of elbows to Logan’s midsection. Andrade then hits a dropkick, sending Logan into the corner.
Andrade charges in with a running forearm smash, but Logan ducks, causing Andrade to crash into the turnbuckle. Logan takes advantage, hitting a superkick out of nowhere, knocking Andrade to the mat. He goes for the cover, but Andrade kicks out at two. Logan, frustrated, starts to taunt the crowd more, clearly underestimating his opponent. Andrade fights back, landing a quick spinning backbreaker and then springing to the top rope. He attempts a moonsault, but Logan gets his knees up, causing Andrade to crash into them. Logan quickly capitalizes, hitting a springboard knee strike to Andrade’s face. Logan pulls Andrade into the corner and sets him up for his signature Logan Paul Stunner. He hits it cleanly, and Andrade crumbles to the mat. Logan covers him for the 1-2-3.
Match Results: Logan Paul def. Andrade (14:47)
The bell rings, signaling Logan Paul’s victory over Andrade. Logan stands in the center of the ring, grinning confidently as he raises his hand in victory. The crowd boos, but Logan soaks in the reaction, enjoying the moment. He turns his attention to Andrade, who is barely stirring on the mat after a tough match. Logan walks toward Andrade, clearly not satisfied with just the victory. He grabs Andrade by the hair, pulling him up to his feet and then shoves him back into the corner. Logan lands a few hard punches to Andrade’s midsection, then backs off, sizing him up. Without any hesitation, Logan pulls out a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket, slipping them onto his hand with a twisted smirk on his face. He steps toward Andrade, ready to deliver a devastating blow. Before Logan can strike, the arena suddenly erupts in cheers as LA Knight’s music hits! He storms down the ramp, full of energy and fury, making his way to the ring. Logan turns just in time to see LA Knight slide into the ring and immediately connect with a crushing BFT, taking Logan down hard to the mat. The crowd roars as Logan is left dazed, clutching his chest in pain. LA Knight stands tall, glaring down at Logan. He extends a hand to Andrade, helping him to his feet. The two share a moment of mutual respect before turning their attention back to Logan, who’s slowly rolling out of the ring, seething with anger. Logan stands on the outside, clutching his ribs, his face filled with frustration. He stares up at LA Knight and Andrade, clearly seething as he realizes that the fight isn’t over.
The bell rings, and the two competitors lock up in the center of the ring. Logan quickly transitions into a wristlock, but Andrade flips out of it and hits a shoulder tackle, knocking Logan down. Andrade follows with a series of quick strikes and a spinning back elbow. The crowd cheers as Andrade picks up the pace. Logan rolls to the outside to regroup, and as he gets back in the ring, Andrade charges at him, hitting a hurricanrana that sends Logan sprawling. Andrade attempts a cover, but Logan kicks out at two. Logan catches Andrade with a cheap shot, hitting a knee to the midsection. He follows it up with a suplex, lifting Andrade and dropping him hard on the mat. Logan taunts the crowd, smirking as he goes for the pin, but Andrade kicks out at two. Logan keeps the pressure on, applying a chinlock to wear down Andrade. The crowd rallies behind Andrade as he fights to his feet, breaking the hold with a series of elbows to Logan’s midsection. Andrade then hits a dropkick, sending Logan into the corner.
Andrade charges in with a running forearm smash, but Logan ducks, causing Andrade to crash into the turnbuckle. Logan takes advantage, hitting a superkick out of nowhere, knocking Andrade to the mat. He goes for the cover, but Andrade kicks out at two. Logan, frustrated, starts to taunt the crowd more, clearly underestimating his opponent. Andrade fights back, landing a quick spinning backbreaker and then springing to the top rope. He attempts a moonsault, but Logan gets his knees up, causing Andrade to crash into them. Logan quickly capitalizes, hitting a springboard knee strike to Andrade’s face. Logan pulls Andrade into the corner and sets him up for his signature Logan Paul Stunner. He hits it cleanly, and Andrade crumbles to the mat. Logan covers him for the 1-2-3.
Match Results: Logan Paul def. Andrade (14:47)
The bell rings, signaling Logan Paul’s victory over Andrade. Logan stands in the center of the ring, grinning confidently as he raises his hand in victory. The crowd boos, but Logan soaks in the reaction, enjoying the moment. He turns his attention to Andrade, who is barely stirring on the mat after a tough match. Logan walks toward Andrade, clearly not satisfied with just the victory. He grabs Andrade by the hair, pulling him up to his feet and then shoves him back into the corner. Logan lands a few hard punches to Andrade’s midsection, then backs off, sizing him up. Without any hesitation, Logan pulls out a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket, slipping them onto his hand with a twisted smirk on his face. He steps toward Andrade, ready to deliver a devastating blow. Before Logan can strike, the arena suddenly erupts in cheers as LA Knight’s music hits! He storms down the ramp, full of energy and fury, making his way to the ring. Logan turns just in time to see LA Knight slide into the ring and immediately connect with a crushing BFT, taking Logan down hard to the mat. The crowd roars as Logan is left dazed, clutching his chest in pain. LA Knight stands tall, glaring down at Logan. He extends a hand to Andrade, helping him to his feet. The two share a moment of mutual respect before turning their attention back to Logan, who’s slowly rolling out of the ring, seething with anger. Logan stands on the outside, clutching his ribs, his face filled with frustration. He stares up at LA Knight and Andrade, clearly seething as he realizes that the fight isn’t over.
The lights flicker, and the unmistakable sound of "If You Smell" hits, sending the crowd into a frenzy. The Rock’s theme music fills the arena, and the camera cuts to the stage where he emerges, dressed in his signature black tank top and jeans and with the Ula Fala around his neck. Behind him is Solo Sikoa, Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa, and Jacob Fatu. They walk together, dominating the stage, and the crowd is buzzing with shock and excitement. The Rock stands center stage with a mic in hand. He looks around at the audience, soaking in the energy before speaking with an intense yet calculated tone.
The Rock: (pauses, smirking) So everyone has been talking about what The Rock did last week. Why would I turn on Roman Reigns? I’ll tell you. Roman Reigns has gotten soft. Weaker. He doesn’t have what it takes to lead this family. Not anymore. And let’s face it — Solo, you don’t have what it takes to wear that crown too... not yet. And the last few months have proven it.
Solo Sikoa looks down, clearly uncomfortable with the words, but he doesn’t speak. The rest of the new Bloodline members stand by, their expressions stern as they watch the tension rise.
The Rock: (raising the mic again) But don’t worry, Solo. There’s one thing that remains true. We’ve got a family. A bloodline that’s untouchable. And now... I’m the final boss. The one who steps in when the job is too big for anyone else. And the family has decided... you can call me the Tribal Chief too.
He turns to Tama, Tonga, and Fatu, who are standing beside him. Each of them looks at each other for a moment before nodding in agreement.
The Rock: (demanding) So, right now, I want each and everyone of you to acknowledge me as your tribal chief.
Tama Tonga steps forward first, bowing his head slightly.
Tama Tonga: I acknowledge you, my Tribal Chief.
Tonga Loa follows suit, lifting his chin in respect.
Tonga Loa: I acknowledge you, my Tribal Chief.
Jacob Fatu looks at The Rock, nods, and with a serious tone, acknowledges him as well.
Jacob Fatu: I acknowledge you, my Tribal Chief.
The Rock looks over at Solo, who stands silent, staring at the mat with a conflicted look on his face. The Rock’s smirk fades slightly as he steps closer to Solo.
The Rock: (sternly) Solo... I said... acknowledge me.
The crowd is on edge as Solo hesitates. The tension is palpable as he looks from The Rock to his brothers, who are watching with baited breath. Finally, after a long pause, Solo lifts his head and reluctantly speaks.
Solo Sikoa: (quietly) I… I acknowledge you… my Tribal Chief.
The crowd erupts as The Rock smiles, clearly satisfied with the moment. He raises his arm in the air, and one by one, the rest of the Bloodline follows, raising their fists and acknowledging The Rock. The atmosphere is electric as they all lift The One in the air, signaling their allegiance to the new Tribal Chief.
The Rock: (raising the mic once again, his voice booming) Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! The family is united! And now... it’s time to bring the real fight to Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, and Sami Zayn. You’ve got one last chance to acknowledge me as your Tribal Chief. Make the right choice, and it all ends tonight.
The Rock’s eyes narrow as he watches the entrance. Suddenly, Roman Reigns' music hits, and the entire arena erupts in cheers. Roman, Jey, Jimmy, and Sami Zayn emerge at the top of the ramp. Roman has a cold, determined look on his face as he eyes the ring where The Rock and the new Bloodline stand. They finally enter the ring.
The Rock: Acknowledge me, Roman. Right now. Be smart. End this.
Roman doesn’t flinch. He stares The Rock dead in the eyes…
Roman Reigns: (smirking) Acknowledge this.
Roman suddenly delivers a massive punch right to The Rock’s face, knocking him back! A huge brawl breaks out immediately! The new Bloodline goes after Roman’s team with no hesitation. Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu battle with Jey and Jimmy Uso, while Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa focus on Sami Zayn. Roman’s team try to fight back, but they’re outnumbered five-to-four. The new Bloodline overpowers them at every turn. Solo lands a massive Samoan Drop on Jey Uso, while Fatu drops Jimmy with a crushing spear. Tonga and Tama each hit brutal strikes on Zayn, and The Rock is clearly in control. As the brawl intensifies, the crowd’s noise levels rise as it seems like Roman’s team is completely dominated.
Suddenly, the arena goes wild as the unmistakable sound of Kevin Owens’ music hits!!! He emerges from the back, rushing down the ramp with a purpose. Kevin Owens slides into the ring, and the crowd erupts with a mixture of shock and excitement. Owens charges into the fray, hitting a huge stunner on Jacob Fatu! He then clotheslines Tonga Loa out of the ring and superkicks Tama Tonga. The Rock is caught off guard and Roman hits him with a huge spear as the crowd goes crazy!!! Roman has a shocked and confused look on his face as he and Kevin stare each other down. Zayn, still groggy from the attack, stares at Owens in disbelief. The new Bloodline retreats to the outside, their faces filled with shock as Owens stands with Roman, Jey, Jimmy, and Zayn in the ring.
Sami Zayn: (embracing Owens) Kevin... I knew it! I knew you’d come through!
The camera zooms in on Owens, who nods. It’s clear — Kevin Owens is the fifth member for WarGames. The Rock and the new Bloodline stare from the outside as Roman, Sami, Jey, Jimmy, and Owens stand in the ring. The tension is thick — the stage is set for WarGames, and the battle for control of the family has just escalated to a new level.
Next week on SmackDown:The Rock: (pauses, smirking) So everyone has been talking about what The Rock did last week. Why would I turn on Roman Reigns? I’ll tell you. Roman Reigns has gotten soft. Weaker. He doesn’t have what it takes to lead this family. Not anymore. And let’s face it — Solo, you don’t have what it takes to wear that crown too... not yet. And the last few months have proven it.
Solo Sikoa looks down, clearly uncomfortable with the words, but he doesn’t speak. The rest of the new Bloodline members stand by, their expressions stern as they watch the tension rise.
The Rock: (raising the mic again) But don’t worry, Solo. There’s one thing that remains true. We’ve got a family. A bloodline that’s untouchable. And now... I’m the final boss. The one who steps in when the job is too big for anyone else. And the family has decided... you can call me the Tribal Chief too.
He turns to Tama, Tonga, and Fatu, who are standing beside him. Each of them looks at each other for a moment before nodding in agreement.
The Rock: (demanding) So, right now, I want each and everyone of you to acknowledge me as your tribal chief.
Tama Tonga steps forward first, bowing his head slightly.
Tama Tonga: I acknowledge you, my Tribal Chief.
Tonga Loa follows suit, lifting his chin in respect.
Tonga Loa: I acknowledge you, my Tribal Chief.
Jacob Fatu looks at The Rock, nods, and with a serious tone, acknowledges him as well.
Jacob Fatu: I acknowledge you, my Tribal Chief.
The Rock looks over at Solo, who stands silent, staring at the mat with a conflicted look on his face. The Rock’s smirk fades slightly as he steps closer to Solo.
The Rock: (sternly) Solo... I said... acknowledge me.
The crowd is on edge as Solo hesitates. The tension is palpable as he looks from The Rock to his brothers, who are watching with baited breath. Finally, after a long pause, Solo lifts his head and reluctantly speaks.
Solo Sikoa: (quietly) I… I acknowledge you… my Tribal Chief.
The crowd erupts as The Rock smiles, clearly satisfied with the moment. He raises his arm in the air, and one by one, the rest of the Bloodline follows, raising their fists and acknowledging The Rock. The atmosphere is electric as they all lift The One in the air, signaling their allegiance to the new Tribal Chief.
The Rock: (raising the mic once again, his voice booming) Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! The family is united! And now... it’s time to bring the real fight to Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, and Sami Zayn. You’ve got one last chance to acknowledge me as your Tribal Chief. Make the right choice, and it all ends tonight.
The Rock’s eyes narrow as he watches the entrance. Suddenly, Roman Reigns' music hits, and the entire arena erupts in cheers. Roman, Jey, Jimmy, and Sami Zayn emerge at the top of the ramp. Roman has a cold, determined look on his face as he eyes the ring where The Rock and the new Bloodline stand. They finally enter the ring.
The Rock: Acknowledge me, Roman. Right now. Be smart. End this.
Roman doesn’t flinch. He stares The Rock dead in the eyes…
Roman Reigns: (smirking) Acknowledge this.
Roman suddenly delivers a massive punch right to The Rock’s face, knocking him back! A huge brawl breaks out immediately! The new Bloodline goes after Roman’s team with no hesitation. Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu battle with Jey and Jimmy Uso, while Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa focus on Sami Zayn. Roman’s team try to fight back, but they’re outnumbered five-to-four. The new Bloodline overpowers them at every turn. Solo lands a massive Samoan Drop on Jey Uso, while Fatu drops Jimmy with a crushing spear. Tonga and Tama each hit brutal strikes on Zayn, and The Rock is clearly in control. As the brawl intensifies, the crowd’s noise levels rise as it seems like Roman’s team is completely dominated.
Suddenly, the arena goes wild as the unmistakable sound of Kevin Owens’ music hits!!! He emerges from the back, rushing down the ramp with a purpose. Kevin Owens slides into the ring, and the crowd erupts with a mixture of shock and excitement. Owens charges into the fray, hitting a huge stunner on Jacob Fatu! He then clotheslines Tonga Loa out of the ring and superkicks Tama Tonga. The Rock is caught off guard and Roman hits him with a huge spear as the crowd goes crazy!!! Roman has a shocked and confused look on his face as he and Kevin stare each other down. Zayn, still groggy from the attack, stares at Owens in disbelief. The new Bloodline retreats to the outside, their faces filled with shock as Owens stands with Roman, Jey, Jimmy, and Zayn in the ring.
Sami Zayn: (embracing Owens) Kevin... I knew it! I knew you’d come through!
The camera zooms in on Owens, who nods. It’s clear — Kevin Owens is the fifth member for WarGames. The Rock and the new Bloodline stare from the outside as Roman, Sami, Jey, Jimmy, and Owens stand in the ring. The tension is thick — the stage is set for WarGames, and the battle for control of the family has just escalated to a new level.
- Alexa Bliss vs Tiffany Stratton
- #DIY vs The Street Profits
- Roman Reigns to confront Kevin Owens
And More!!!
WWE Survivor Series: War Games - Updated Card
- Cody Rhodes vs Randy Orton for the Undisputed WWE Championship
- New Bloodline (The Rock, Solo Sikoa, Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa and Jacob Fatu) vs OG Bloodline (Roman Reigns, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, Sami Zayn) and Kevin Owens in a War Games Match
- Sasha Banks, Bayley, Michin, Bianca Belair and Jade Cargill vs Nia Jax, Tiffany Stratton, Alexa Bliss, Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriguez in a War Games Match
- Gunther vs CM Punk for the World Heavyweight Championship
- Damian Priest vs AJ Styles
- LA Knight vs Logan Paul for the WWE United States Championship
WWE PLE Schedule:
- Survivor Series WarGames (November 30th 2024)
- Saturday Night's Main Event (December 14th 2024)
- Saturday Night's Main Event (January 25th 2025)
- Royal Rumble (February 1st 2025)
- Elimination Chamber (March 1st 2025)
- WrestleMania 41 (April 19th and April 20th 2025)
