WWE 2024: Summerslam fallout

WrestlingMad · Sep 29, 2025

Friday Night SmackDown
December 13th 2024

The show kicks off with WWE Women’s Champion Nia Jax’s music hitting. The crowd rains down heavy boos as Nia Jax walks out confidently with Alexa Bliss by her side, both looking smug after last week’s brutal betrayal of Tiffany Stratton. They enter the ring, soaking in the hostile reaction from the crowd. Nia raises the microphone with a calm, cold smirk.

Nia Jax (calm, smug): Let’s not pretend last week was some great shock. Tiffany Stratton had been a liability for far too long.

The boos grow louder.

Nia Jax: Week after week, she got in the way. She was too busy worrying about herself, her little Money in the Bank briefcase, and making everything about her. And you know what, Alexa?

Nia turns slightly toward Alexa, who’s smiling wide.

Nia Jax: You were right all along. Tiffany was going to stab me in the back sooner or later. So instead… I did it first.

The crowd boos heavily as Alexa claps and nods approvingly.

Alexa Bliss (smirking): Sometimes, Nia… you just have to take out the trash before the trash tries to take you out.

Nia grins, proud.

Nia Jax: And now, with Tiffany out of the picture, my focus is exactly where it belongs — next week’s TLC match with Bayley. Bayley, you’ve scratched and clawed your way to this opportunity. But you’re about to learn the same lesson everyone else has — no one is taking this championship from me.

Suddenly, Bayley’s music hits. The arena explodes in cheers as Sasha Banks and Bayley walk out onto the stage. Sasha is fired up while Bayley locks eyes with Nia, laser-focused.

Bayley (serious, intense): Nia, you think you’re untouchable? You think you’re unstoppable? All you’ve done is leave a trail of bodies behind you — but next week, that trail ends with you. This reign of terror you’ve been so proud of? I’m putting a stop to it.

The crowd cheers as Bayley steps forward.

Sasha Banks (grinning): You like to ambush people, Nia. You like to make power plays. But how about this — instead of waiting until next week, why don’t we give these people a little preview? Right here. Right now.

The crowd roars as Sasha points toward the ring.

Sasha Banks (challenging): Nia. Alexa. How about you two step up and face the two of us… in a tag team match? Let’s see how tough you really are.

Nia chuckles slightly and looks at Alexa, who smiles confidently.

Nia Jax (smirking): You want a fight? You got it.

The crowd erupts as referees rush down to make the match official.

Sasha and Bayley storm down to the ring, and the fight is on!

Match #1: Sasha Banks and Bayley vs Nia Jax and Alexa Bliss

The bell rings as Bayley starts the match against Alexa Bliss. The crowd is red hot, firmly behind Sasha and Bayley after the heated words exchanged moments ago. Bayley charges forward, backing Alexa into the corner with a flurry of strikes. Alexa scrambles to the ropes, forcing the referee to pull Bayley off. Bayley paces with controlled aggression as Alexa smirks, trying to shake off the early onslaught. Alexa catches Bayley with a quick forearm smash, then grabs her hair and slams her face-first into the turnbuckle. She tags in Nia Jax, and the tone of the match shifts immediately. Nia steps over the ropes and towers over Bayley. She grabs Bayley by the head and tosses her halfway across the ring. Bayley stumbles up into a running body block from Nia that sends her sprawling into the corner. Bayley fights back with quick forearms to Nia’s midsection. She ducks a wild lariat and dropkicks Nia into the corner, then quickly tags in Sasha Banks to a huge pop. Sasha springboards in with a flying double knee strike to Nia’s face, staggering her. Sasha bounces off the ropes and delivers a second double knee strike, keeping Nia on the defensive.

The crowd chants "LET’S GO SASHA!" Sasha tries to lock in the Bank Statement, but Nia powers out, hoisting Sasha onto her shoulders. Sasha slips free, lands on her feet, and tags Bayley back in. Bayley charges with a flying clothesline that finally drops Nia to one knee. Sasha rushes back in with a running knee, allowing Bayley to hit a running bulldog that plants Nia flat. Bayley covers—1… 2… Alexa breaks it up! The referee forces Alexa back to her corner. Nia crawls and tags Alexa in. Alexa comes in hot, hitting a quick snap DDT on Bayley and covering—1… 2… Bayley kicks out. Alexa grows frustrated, stomping Bayley repeatedly before climbing to the second rope for Twisted Bliss, but Bayley rolls out of the way! The crowd pops as Alexa crashes hard to the mat. Bayley slowly gets up, waiting for Alexa to rise. As Alexa turns around, Bayley grabs her and plants her with the Roseplant! The crowd is on their feet as Bayley hooks the leg— 1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Sasha Banks and Bayley def. Nia Jax and Alexa Bliss (11:06)

The crowd explodes as Bayley’s music hits. Sasha slides into the ring, raising Bayley’s arm in victory. Nia looks furious on the outside, pulling Alexa out of the ring, glaring at Bayley as she holds her Women’s Championship tight. Bayley stares back confidently, sending a message loud and clear ahead of their Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match next week. SmackDown fades to commercial with tensions boiling over.

The camera cuts backstage to Roman Reigns’ locker room, dimly lit, the atmosphere heavy with tension. Roman sits on a bench, hunched forward, hands clasped, eyes burning with anger. Standing beside him is a visibly concerned Paul Heyman, wringing his hands nervously. There’s a long silence as Roman stares at the ground, the images from last week’s brutal assault on The Usos still fresh in his mind. Blood spilled. His family broken. Again. Finally, Roman speaks, his voice low, cold.

Roman Reigns (calm but furious): I thought I had everything back, Paul.

Heyman listens carefully, eyes wide with concern.

Roman Reigns: I rebuilt this. I pulled the family back together. I was in control again. And just like that… I lost everything… again.

Heyman nods slowly, trying to offer reassurance.

Paul Heyman (softly): My Tribal Chief… you will fix this. You always do. You always find a way.

Roman finally lifts his head, glaring directly at Heyman, his voice sharper now.

Roman Reigns (gritted teeth): No. This ends tonight.

Heyman’s eyes widen slightly, clearly worried where this is going.

Roman Reigns: I’m going to that ring. And I’m calling Kevin Owens out. Right in front of the whole world.

Heyman immediately steps closer, panicked.

Paul Heyman (worried, pleading): My Tribal Chief — no, no, no — that’s not wise. You know what he’s capable of. You know what he did last week. He’s dangerous, unhinged—

Roman suddenly stands up, cutting Heyman off, his voice ice cold.

Roman Reigns: You know what’s not wise, Paul?

Heyman gulps, frozen in place.

Roman Reigns (deadly serious): Messing with me. Messing with my family. Messing with The Bloodline.

Roman steps forward, standing inches from Heyman now, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper.

Roman Reigns: Tonight, I take back control.

Roman turns and storms out of the locker room, leaving Heyman standing there, swallowing hard, anxiety written all over his face as the camera lingers on him.

Match #2: The Street Profits vs Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa

The bell rings and the crowd is buzzing as Montez Ford starts the match for the Street Profits against Tama Tonga. Both men circle each other before locking up. Tama uses his aggression early, driving Ford into the corner with stiff strikes. The referee forces a break, but Tama lands a sneaky elbow to the jaw on the way out. Ford fires back with his incredible agility, ducking a clothesline, flipping off the ropes, and landing a sharp dropkick that sends Tama stumbling. The crowd pops as Ford tags in Angelo Dawkins. Dawkins comes in like a freight train, shoulder tackling Tama to the mat. He lifts Tama up for a spinning slam, covers—1… 2… Tonga Loa breaks it up. Tonga Loa storms in, prompting Montez Ford to fly back into the ring. All four men briefly brawl before the referee restores order. The match continues at a fast pace as Dawkins and Ford utilize quick tags to isolate Tama, hitting a double flapjack for another near fall. But Tama creates separation with a thumb to Dawkins’ eye, crawling to tag in Tonga Loa. Tonga Loa storms in with brute power, flattening Dawkins with a running lariat, then hoisting him up into a samoan drop.

The crowd boos as Tonga Loa drags Dawkins to his corner, tagging Tama back in. Tama and Tonga Loa deliver a double team neckbreaker combo, covering—1… 2… Dawkins kicks out! The Street Profits start to rally. Dawkins ducks a wild swing and tags in Montez Ford. Ford explodes off the top rope with a huge crossbody onto both Tama and Tonga Loa! He fires up the crowd, landing a standing moonsault on Tama— 1… 2… Tonga Loa barely saves it! The action spills to the outside where Ford launches himself with a massive dive over the top rope, taking out both members of the Bloodline tag team. The crowd is electric as Dawkins helps Ford roll Tama back into the ring. As Ford climbs the top rope for the Frog Splash, suddenly—JACOB FATU APPEARS AT RINGSIDE! The crowd boos furiously as Fatu jumps onto the apron. Ford spots him and swings, but Fatu ducks and cracks Ford with a brutal headbutt, stunning him on the top rope. Tama Tonga quickly capitalizes, pulling Ford off the turnbuckle and into position. Tonga Loa rushes in and they hit their devastating double-team sit-out powerbomb. Tama covers—1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa def. The Street Profits (13:10)

The boos rain down as Fatu slides into the ring and joins Tama and Tonga Loa in stomping away at the fallen Street Profits. The beatdown is vicious, with all three members of the New Bloodline laying waste to Ford and Dawkins. Suddenly — The Lucha Brothers’ music hits! The arena explodes as Penta El Zero Miedo and Rey Fenix sprint down the ramp, steel chairs in hand. They slide into the ring, swinging wildly, forcing Fatu, Tama, and Tonga Loa to retreat. The New Bloodline backs up the ramp, furious, as the Lucha Brothers stand tall with the Street Profits, daring them to come back for more. The crowd chants loudly as Penta shouts "¡CERO MIEDO!" while Rey Fenix checks on Ford and Dawkins. SmackDown fades to commercial with tensions boiling between the champions, the Profits, and the Bloodline.

The ring is bathed in red light as Tommaso Ciampa and Shinsuke Nakamura stand center stage. The crowd rains down boos after their brutal assault on Johnny Gargano last week. Ciampa holds a microphone, calm but intense, while Nakamura paces behind him with a sinister grin.

Tommaso Ciampa (cold, deliberate): You all want answers? You want to know why I did what I did last week? Why I stomped my so-called best friend into the mat?

The boos grow louder, but Ciampa continues unfazed.

Ciampa: For years, I stood beside Johnny Gargano. We bled together, we fought wars together, we built something special together. And where did that get me? Overshadowed. Forgotten. Always 'Johnny Wrestling,' never Tommaso Ciampa.

The crowd starts chanting “DIY! DIY!”, but Ciampa shakes his head.

Tommaso Ciampa (mocking): Yeah, DIY. That cute little fairytale. But fairytales don’t last forever.

He pauses, eyes narrowing.

Tommaso Ciampa (venomous): I got tired of waiting for opportunities to come to me. Tired of being the nice guy. So I made my own opportunity. I stopped pretending. And Shinsuke…

Ciampa glances at Nakamura, who smiles and bows slightly.

Tommaso Ciampa: Shinsuke understands. He saw the truth long before I did. He shares my vision and is someone that is willing to take opportunities for himself by any means necessary. Just like me. This—

He motions to the two of them.

Tommaso Ciampa: This is the future. Not clinging to the past. Not carrying dead weight.

Suddenly, Johnny Gargano’s music hits! The crowd explodes as Gargano storms out onto the stage, microphone already in hand, fire burning in his eyes.

Johnny Gargano (furious): You wanna talk about dead weight, Tommaso? You stabbed me in the back because you’re a coward. You couldn’t stand watching me get back up after everything we’ve been through. You made your choice… now you deal with the consequences.

Nakamura immediately leaves the ring, stalking up the ramp to intercept Gargano. But Johnny’s ready. He drops the mic, charges forward, and nails Nakamura with a superkick, dropping him on the ramp! The crowd erupts. Gargano sprints down to the ring, slides inside, and goes right after Ciampa, unloading with fists. The crowd is on fire as Gargano mounts Ciampa, pounding away with years of frustration pouring out. Ciampa tries to cover up, but Gargano is relentless, landing shot after shot. He pulls Ciampa up and plants him with a swinging DDT in the center of the ring! The crowd is roaring — but suddenly, Nakamura recovers and slides back into the ring. Nakamura nails Gargano from behind with a vicious spinning kick to the back of the head. Gargano crumples to the mat. Nakamura grabs him and lifts him up into the corner. Ciampa regains his bearings, wipes his mouth, and joins Nakamura. Together, they hoist Gargano onto the top rope. Ciampa positions himself — Avalanche Air Raid Crash! The crowd boos as Gargano lies broken in the ring. Nakamura kneels beside Gargano’s face, speaking softly into his ear while Ciampa stands tall, glaring coldly at the audience.

Tommaso Ciampa (cold): This... is your hero.

The camera cuts backstage where Kayla Braxton stands beside Solo Sikoa. Solo stands with his arms crossed, his usual stoic, cold expression on his face. The crowd buzzes as Solo’s presence fills the frame.

Kayla Braxton (professional, polite): Solo, first of all, congratulations on becoming the number one contender for the United States Championship last week. How are you feeling heading into this huge opportunity?

Solo keeps his gaze locked forward, barely glancing at Kayla.

Solo Sikoa (low, calm): I feel ready. This is what I’ve been waiting for. The Bloodline takes gold. That’s what we do.

Kayla nods, but carefully moves on to the question everyone wants answered.

Kayla Braxton (hesitant, curious): Solo… if you don’t mind me asking… There’s been a lot of talk about the changes within the Bloodline. Specifically, with The Rock returning and naming himself Tribal Chief. Some people have speculated that you might feel… resentful. Do you feel bitter that you’re no longer the Tribal Chief?

There’s a long pause. The camera lingers on Solo’s face. His jaw clenches slightly. His eyes shift for just a moment, but his voice remains controlled.

Solo Sikoa (firm, steady): I’m loyal. Loyal to my family. Loyal to the Bloodline. No matter what.

His words are clear, but his face tells a different story — tight lips, furrowed brow, a hint of frustration simmering beneath the surface.

Kayla Braxton (gently pressing): So... no resentment? No frustration?

Solo’s eyes narrow slightly. He turns his head, finally looking directly at Kayla, voice dropping into a slightly colder tone.

Solo Sikoa (calm but tense): I do what I’m told. The Bloodline stays strong. That’s all that matters.

Without saying another word, Solo turns and walks off, leaving Kayla standing alone as the camera lingers on his stoic but clearly conflicted expression. SmackDown fades back to the arena, leaving the lingering question hanging in the air: how long can Solo Sikoa bury what’s boiling inside?

Match #3: Naomi vs Piper Niven w/ Chelsea Green

The bell rings and Naomi circles the ring with Piper Niven, Chelsea Green shouting encouragement from ringside. Piper tries to cut Naomi off quickly with her power, but Naomi ducks under a big clothesline and peppers her with quick leg kicks. She bounces off the ropes, lands a dropkick to stagger Piper, and another dropkick that sends the powerhouse back to the corner. Naomi charges, but Piper catches her mid-run and plants her with a sidewalk slam, crushing Naomi to the mat. Piper slows the pace, grinding down Naomi with heavy forearms and a crushing body splash. She presses her weight across Naomi’s chest for a two-count, then yells at the referee while Chelsea applauds sarcastically at ringside. Naomi tries to fight back with shots to the midsection, but Piper clubs her down again. Piper drags Naomi into the corner, setting up for a cannonball, but Naomi rolls out of the way at the last second, and Piper crashes hard into the turnbuckles. Naomi uses the opening to fire up—kicks, running clothesline, and then her signature jumping kick right to Piper’s head that drops her to one knee. Naomi runs the ropes and connects with a springboard split-legged moonsault for a near fall. Chelsea jumps up on the apron, distracting Naomi just long enough for Piper to recover and slam her with a headbutt. Piper hoists Naomi up for a Michinoku Driver, but Naomi twists out, shoves Piper into Chelsea, and when Piper staggers back, Naomi rolls her up tight. One, two, three!

Match Results: Naomi def. Piper Niven (10:44)

The celebration doesn’t last long—Chelsea storms in and blindsides Naomi, stomping her down. Piper recovers and joins in, the two-on-one beatdown leaving Naomi helpless. Chelsea screams, “You don’t belong here!” as Piper crushes Naomi with a senton. Suddenly, the crowd erupts—Michin’s music hits! She charges down the ramp, sliding into the ring. Michin takes Chelsea out with a clothesline, then fires off rapid strikes at Piper, rocking the powerhouse back. Naomi gets back to her feet, and together, Naomi and Michin clear the ring, sending Chelsea and Piper scrambling to the outside. Naomi and Michin stand tall, side by side, as Chelsea pulls Piper away, yelling that this isn’t over. The crowd cheers as Naomi and Michin nod at each other, a new alliance forming in the face of the attack.

Match #4: Solo Sikoa vs Andrade

The bell rings as Solo Sikoa and Andrade circle each other. The crowd is buzzing, with Solo’s cold stare locked on Andrade, while Andrade grins confidently, bouncing lightly on his feet. They tie up and Andrade tries to use his speed, ducking under Solo’s initial grapple and delivering quick kicks to Solo’s leg, chopping him down early. Andrade follows up with a sharp dropkick to Solo’s knee, staggering him. Andrade hits the ropes and goes for a running crossbody, but Solo catches him mid-air and plants him with a spinning Samoan drop that shakes the ring. Solo methodically stalks Andrade, grounding him with hard stomps. Solo lifts Andrade and throws him into the corner, following up with a brutal running hip attack that crushes Andrade against the turnbuckles. Solo smirks as Andrade falls to his knees, gasping for air. Andrade tries to rally, countering a suplex attempt into a snap DDT, giving himself a moment to breathe. The crowd cheers as Andrade fires up, landing a running double knee strike into the corner. He covers—1… 2… Solo kicks out with authority. Andrade tries to stay on him, going for El Idolo (hammerlock DDT), but Solo powers out, shoving Andrade into the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a massive Samoan Spike! Andrade drops like a stone as Solo covers—1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Solo Sikoa def. Andrade (10:25)

The crowd boos as Solo slowly rises, emotionless, standing tall over Andrade’s fallen body. But before Solo can leave the ring — LA KNIGHT’s music hits! The crowd erupts as LA Knight storms down the ramp, entering the ring face-to-face with Solo. The tension is thick as they stare each other down. Knight mouths off confidently. Solo doesn’t waste time. He swings, but Knight blocks and fires back with stiff right hands. The crowd explodes as the two brawl wildly in the ring. Knight gains the upper hand, bouncing off the ropes for a big lariat, but Solo ducks and catches him coming back — Samoan Spike! Knight collapses as Solo stands over him, cold and dominant. The crowd showers Solo in heavy boos as he raises his arms, sending a clear message to LA Knight heading into their United States Championship clash.

The arena is buzzing as Roman Reigns’ music hits. The crowd gives a huge reaction, but the energy is electric as the Tribal Chief slowly makes his way to the ring, his face filled with cold fury after weeks of betrayal and chaos. Roman grabs a microphone and stands center ring, eyes burning with intensity.

Roman Reigns (calm but furious): Kevin Owens.

The crowd starts chanting "KO! KO!" as Roman glares into the hard camera.

Roman Reigns: Last week, you made the biggest mistake of your miserable life. You touched my family. You spilled my bloodline’s blood. You think you’ve got the upper hand? You think you’ve beaten me? You don’t understand, Kevin. This ends when I say it ends.

The crowd is buzzing as Roman paces slowly.

Roman Reigns (gritted teeth): I’m not here to play your little games. If you’ve got any guts left, you’ll walk down that ramp right now and face me.

Suddenly, the titantron flickers to life. Kevin Owens appears — standing in the parking lot. The crowd cheers loudly as Owens speaks directly to the camera, smirking.

Kevin Owens (calm, mocking): You want me to walk down that ramp? You want me to step inside that ring? Not tonight. Not in your world. If you want me, Roman... come get me.

Owens glances around the lot and chuckles.

Kevin Owens: I’m right here.

Roman’s eyes narrow. Without another word, he throws down the mic and exits the ring, storming up the ramp with a purpose. The camera follows Roman backstage, moving quickly through the halls, out into the parking lot. Roman scans the area, eyes darting around.

Roman Reigns (shouting): Where you at, Kevin?!

Suddenly — Owens attacks from behind! The crowd erupts as Owens blindsides Roman with a steel pipe, drilling him in the ribs. Roman stumbles, but fires back with right hands, and a wild brawl breaks out in the parking lot. They trade heavy shots, slamming each other into parked cars. Roman throws Owens against a steel garage door, but Owens fights back, smashing Roman’s head against the hood of a car. Out of nowhere, Jacob Fatu charges into frame! The crowd boos as Fatu blindsides Roman, leveling him with a massive lariat. Owens and Fatu immediately begin double-teaming Roman, stomping him down viciously.

Owens (yelling at Fatu): Let’s bring him inside.

Together, Owens and Fatu drag Roman through the backstage area, pulling him toward the arena as chaos spreads throughout the crowd. They emerge back into the arena, dragging the beaten Tribal Chief down the ramp and into the ring. The crowd is in stunned silence as Roman struggles to fight back but is overwhelmed. Suddenly—Cody Rhodes’ music hits! The arena explodes as Cody Rhodes sprints down the ramp, charging into the ring to save Roman. Cody blasts Owens with a right hand, then ducks Fatu’s swing and clotheslines him over the top rope! The crowd is going wild as Cody turns his attention back to Owens, unloading with rapid punches. But from behind — Randy Orton slides into the ring! RKO OUT OF NOWHERE TO CODY! The crowd gasps as Cody crashes to the mat. Owens recovers, Fatu slides back into the ring, and the three begin a vicious assault on both Cody and Roman. The crowd boos heavily as Orton, Fatu, and Owens stomp away mercilessly. Owens grabs a steel chair and drives it into Roman’s ribs, while Fatu crushes Cody in the corner with a running hip attack. Kevin Owens drops Reigns with a Stunner. Orton stands over Cody, staring coldly down at him before delivering one final RKO to Cody. The camera pans out as Owens, Orton, and Fatu stand tall over the broken bodies of Roman Reigns and Cody Rhodes — laying side-by-side, completely destroyed. SmackDown fades to black in absolute carnage.

Next week on SmackDown:
- Nia Jax vs Bayley in a TLC Match for the WWE Women's Championship
- Johnny Gargano vs Shinsuke Nakamura
- Naomi and Michin vs Chelsea Green and Piper Niven
And more!!!

WWE Saturday Night's Main Event - December 14th - Final Card
- Damian Priest vs Finn Balor in a No.1 Contender's Street Fight
- Becky Lynch vs IYO SKY for the WWE Women's World Championship
- Uncle Howdy vs Braun Strowman in a House of Broken Minds Match
- Bron Breakker vs The Miz for the Intercontinental Championship

WWE PLE Schedule:
- 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)

Stojy · Sep 29, 2025

I'm glad we got some Nia promo time to explain the stuff with the Tiffy betrayal. I mean, it was obvious, but the explanation coming from the character is important in these scenarios. The rest of the promo leading to the tag match and win from Bayley is all pretty standard booking really, having the challenger look strong before the title match. Considering it's a TLC match, I was probably a little surprised there wasn't any kind of preview of the match stipulation with weapon use or something between these gals tonight. Out there prediction: Tiffy cashes in next week and gets revenge on Nia by becoming champ.

One thing you do oh so well is capture mannerisms that match the emotions people are feeling. Again really well done with Roman being furious after his family was taken out. And the finale was terrific, with Owens once again being a step ahead and the beatdown, with the inclusion of Fatu, Cody and Orton was all really good stuff.

Tag team division stuff was all solid this week, with the heels getting the win and the Lucha Bro's making the save. Not much else to say at this point on this.

I thought the Ciampa promo was okay. In terms of addressing his reasoning for turning on Gargano (again lol), I thought this did the job. My main concern is probably just I'm still finding the alliance between Ciampa and Nak to be really random and awkward, and "we both do anything to get opportunities for ourselves" as their mantra feels generic. I'd probably like more of an explanation on how their alliance came about to make it feel more complete.

LOVED the Solo stuff. Towing the line on what he has to say but his face and mannerisms tell him something else. The progression here with Solo unhappy with playing second fiddle to The Rock continues to be great. Solo came out of tonight looking like a million bucks with the win over Andrade AND taking out Knight to. Good stuff. It wouldn't surprise me if he becomes US Champ.

Also Naomi and Michin is a nice, unique, organic partnership out of circumstance to deal with Chelsea and Piper. Solid work there.

SD hit all the right notes this week, another good show.

WrestlingMad · Oct 1, 2025

Stojy said:
I'm glad we got some Nia promo time to explain the stuff with the Tiffy betrayal. I mean, it was obvious, but the explanation coming from the character is important in these scenarios. The rest of the promo leading to the tag match and win from Bayley is all pretty standard booking really, having the challenger look strong before the title match. Considering it's a TLC match, I was probably a little surprised there wasn't any kind of preview of the match stipulation with weapon use or something between these gals tonight. Out there prediction: Tiffy cashes in next week and gets revenge on Nia by becoming champ.

One thing you do oh so well is capture mannerisms that match the emotions people are feeling. Again really well done with Roman being furious after his family was taken out. And the finale was terrific, with Owens once again being a step ahead and the beatdown, with the inclusion of Fatu, Cody and Orton was all really good stuff.

Tag team division stuff was all solid this week, with the heels getting the win and the Lucha Bro's making the save. Not much else to say at this point on this.

I thought the Ciampa promo was okay. In terms of addressing his reasoning for turning on Gargano (again lol), I thought this did the job. My main concern is probably just I'm still finding the alliance between Ciampa and Nak to be really random and awkward, and "we both do anything to get opportunities for ourselves" as their mantra feels generic. I'd probably like more of an explanation on how their alliance came about to make it feel more complete.

LOVED the Solo stuff. Towing the line on what he has to say but his face and mannerisms tell him something else. The progression here with Solo unhappy with playing second fiddle to The Rock continues to be great. Solo came out of tonight looking like a million bucks with the win over Andrade AND taking out Knight to. Good stuff. It wouldn't surprise me if he becomes US Champ.

Also Naomi and Michin is a nice, unique, organic partnership out of circumstance to deal with Chelsea and Piper. Solid work there.

SD hit all the right notes this week, another good show.

Regarding Ciampa and Nakamura, the story here is that Nakamura was able to get into Ciampa's head. There were some backstage segments between the two leading up to the betrayal where Nak said Gargano was holding Ciampa down

WrestlingMad · Oct 1, 2025

Saturday Night's Main Event
December 14th 2024

The show opens with a huge pyrotechnic display as the crowd roars in excitement. The camera pans across the packed arena, signs waving, fans on their feet, chanting loudly. The arena lights dim slightly as IYO SKY’s music hits. The crowd erupts in support as IYO confidently makes her way to the ring, laser-focused and ready. Moments later, Becky Lynch’s music hits. The boos pour in as Becky struts down the ramp, Women’s World Championship draped over her shoulder, smirking arrogantly. Both women stand in the ring, eyes locked, as the ring announcer delivers the official introductions. The referee raises the championship high.

Match #1: Becky Lynch vs IYO SKY – WWE Women’s World Championship

The bell rings, and the crowd is electric for the first match of the night. Becky Lynch exudes confidence with a smirk, while IYO SKY stands across from her, intense and focused, eyes locked on Becky. They circle, and the match starts at a fast pace with quick chain wrestling. IYO takes Becky down with a waistlock, but Becky counters into a headlock. IYO fights back with a smooth headscissors, but Becky kips out. The crowd applauds as both women stand, neither willing to give an inch. Becky shoots in and grabs an arm, twisting it into a wristlock, trying to ground IYO. IYO flips through beautifully, reverses into her own wristlock, then transitions into a lightning-quick snapmare and dropkick to Becky’s back. IYO goes for an early cover— 1… 2… Becky kicks out. Becky shakes it off and charges, but IYO ducks under and lands a springboard moonsault press, hooking both legs—1… 2… Becky kicks out again! Becky grows more frustrated, slowing the pace. She lures IYO into a corner and lands several sharp forearm strikes, grounding IYO with a European uppercut. Becky hits a Bexploder suplex, sending IYO flying across the ring. She covers—1… 2… kickout! Becky stays aggressive, grabbing IYO by the arm and locking in the Dis-Arm-Her, wrenching back hard.

The crowd roars as IYO screams, reaching for the ropes. She desperately inches her way toward the ropes and just barely gets her foot onto the bottom rope. The referee forces the break. Becky stomps the arm and talks trash: “You’re not ready for this!” But IYO fires up, landing a palm strike to Becky’s jaw, then another, then a spinning backfist! Becky staggers as IYO hits the ropes and connects with a flying hurricanrana that sends Becky rolling to the outside. IYO builds momentum, runs the ropes, and launches herself with a picture-perfect moonsault to the outside! The crowd explodes as both women crash to the floor. IYO gets Becky back into the ring and climbs the top rope. She flies with the Over-the-Moonsault— But Becky rolls out of the way! Becky quickly capitalizes, pulling IYO into a Manhandle Slam attempt, but IYO counters, slipping behind and rolling Becky up—1… 2… Becky barely kicks out! Both women scramble up, Becky swings wildly, but IYO ducks and nails a German suplex with a bridge! 1… 2… Becky kicks out again! The match grows more intense. Becky catches IYO with a reverse DDT, then climbs to the second rope and delivers a flying leg drop across IYO’s throat. 1… 2… IYO kicks out!

Becky now grows frustrated, shouting at the referee. She pulls IYO up, but IYO traps her in a crossface submission! The crowd roars as Becky struggles, trapped in the middle of the ring. She rolls through, stacking IYO for a near fall—1… 2… IYO releases and kicks out! Both women are exhausted but refuse to stay down. Becky tries another Dis-Arm-Her, but IYO counters again, transitioning into a Dragon Screw leg whip and planting Becky with a running Meteora! 1… 2… Becky still kicks out! The crowd is at a fever pitch. Suddenly, the camera pans to the entrance ramp — Asuka appears. The crowd reacts loudly as Asuka slowly walks down the ramp. IYO sees her and looks momentarily confused but encouraged, nodding at her partner as Asuka claps, seemingly cheering her on. IYO hits another huge springboard missile dropkick and climbs to the top rope again, looking for the decisive moonsault. But as IYO stands tall on the turnbuckle, Asuka climbs up onto the apron… and suddenly SPRAYS THE GREEN MIST INTO IYO’S FACE as the referee is checking on Becky!! The entire arena gasps in shock. IYO falls backwards off the top turnbuckle, clutching her face, blinded and stunned. The crowd is in complete disbelief. Asuka drops to the floor, her expression cold. Becky, wide-eyed for a moment, wastes no time. She pulls the blinded IYO up and plants her with the Manhandle Slam in the center of the ring. Becky covers—1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Becky Lynch def. IYO SKY – Still WWE Women’s World Champion (22:06)

The crowd boos heavily as Becky rolls out of the ring, holding her title high, wearing a smug, satisfied grin. She backs up the ramp, laughing as IYO writhes on the mat, still blinded and betrayed. Asuka stands at ringside, staring into the ring with a sinister calm, her message delivered and leaving everyone wondering what’s in store for the future of Damage CTRL.

The arena goes dark as eerie music fills the air. The screen flickers and distorts. We cut to a pre-taped location — The House of Broken Minds.

Match #2: Uncle Howdy vs Braun Strowman – House of Broken Minds Match

The screen cuts to the eerie exterior of the decayed House of Broken Minds Sanitarium. The wind howls, fog rolls across the broken grounds, and the decaying sign creaks above the door. Inside, flickering lights swing gently as the camera glides through the rotting halls. We enter a large room filled with broken hospital beds, rusted equipment, and old patient files scattered across the floor. Under a dim, swinging surgical lamp stands Uncle Howdy, motionless, head cocked unnaturally to one side, waiting. Suddenly — BOOM! Braun Strowman bursts through the entrance doors, roaring.

Braun Strowman (furious): WHERE ARE YOU?!

His voice echoes through the hollow walls. The camera pans behind him as Howdy’s soft voice drifts through the air.

Uncle Howdy (whispering, chilling): You came to my home, monster. But in here… you’re just another patient.

Suddenly, Howdy leaps from the shadows, ambushing Braun from behind and driving him face-first into a metal cabinet. Braun crashes through with a loud crash but powers to his feet quickly, catching Howdy with a massive right hand that sends him flying across the room into a pile of broken chairs. Braun grabs Howdy and hurls him down a narrow hallway, smashing through doors as debris flies everywhere. Howdy crawls backward, laughing, as Braun stalks him like a predator. As they enter another wing of the sanitarium, Braun freezes. His eyes lock on a massive, dust-covered portrait mounted on a cracked wall — a haunting image of Bray Wyatt smiling softly, surrounded by shadows. Braun’s breathing slows. For a moment, his rage fades into grief.

Braun (whispering): Bray…

Uncle Howdy (from behind, cold): You never understood him. You never belonged.

Braun snaps out of it just in time to duck another attack from Howdy. He grabs Howdy by the throat, slams him into an overturned hospital bed, and lifts him into the air. Running Powerslam — through a rusted examination table! The wooden frame collapses under their weight. Both men are down. Braun is breathing heavily, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead. As Braun slowly gets to his feet, Howdy is already crawling away deeper into the sanitarium’s darkest corridor. Braun staggers after him, determined. They enter the hydrotherapy chamber, where old therapy tanks and leather-strapped chairs fill the room. The oppressive silence is broken only by Braun’s footsteps echoing through the decayed space. Suddenly, Howdy bursts out of the shadows again with a steel pipe, slamming it across Braun’s knee, chopping him down to one leg. Braun roars in pain, trying to stand, but Howdy swings the pipe again, cracking it across Braun’s ribs.

Uncle Howdy (soft, menacing): You pretend to be a monster. But you’re still fragile… still human.

Braun lunges one last time, but Howdy sidesteps, smashing the pipe across Braun’s head, staggering him. With Braun dazed and slumped to his knees, Howdy moves behind him. Howdy wraps his arm around Braun’s head and locks in a tight dragon sleeper choke, wrenching his neck back with unsettling calm. Braun struggles violently, growling, trying to fight out — but his strength fades as the choke tightens. Braun’s arms slowly drop. His massive frame slumps forward. The fight leaves him. This match is over.

Match Results: Uncle Howdy def. Braun Strowman (15:44)

As Braun lies unconscious on the filthy floor, Howdy kneels beside him, gently stroking Braun’s head, whispering softly.

Uncle Howdy (whispering, sinister): You’re broken now. Just like the rest.

The camera slowly zooms out, the eerie silence returning, as the decaying House of Broken Minds Sanitarium consumes the scene. The screen fades to black with only the haunting echo of Howdy’s distorted laughter lingering.

Match #3: Bron Breakker vs The Miz – WWE Intercontinental Championship

Breakker charges early, trying to overwhelm Miz with his raw power. Miz uses his veteran instincts, sidestepping and ducking, peppering Breakker with quick punches and leg kicks, trying to chop down the champion. Breakker finally catches him, lifting Miz with ease and slamming him to the mat with a thunderous overhead belly-to-belly suplex. The impact shakes the ring as Breakker stalks his prey. Breakker grabs Miz and drills him with a running powerslam, covering—1… 2… Miz kicks out! The crowd roars in support of Miz, who crawls to the corner, breathing heavily. Breakker charges for his signature corner spear, but Miz moves at the last second, sending Breakker crashing shoulder-first into the ring post! The momentum shifts as Miz seizes the opening. He delivers a quick running knee to the face, followed by his patented corner clothesline, hanging Breakker up against the ropes. Miz climbs the top rope and connects with a double axe handle, staggering Breakker.

Miz rallies the crowd, feeding off their energy. Miz counters a wild Breakker lariat with a low dropkick to the knee, then springboards off the ropes and delivers a beautiful DDT! The crowd senses a possible upset as Miz covers—1… 2… Breakker powers out! Undeterred, Miz slaps the mat, calling for the finish. He grabs Breakker and plants him with the Skull Crushing Finale! The crowd explodes as Miz hooks both legs deep—1… 2… THR—NO!! Breakker kicks out at the very last split second. The fans can’t believe it. Miz holds his head in shock, pleading with the referee. The arena is on its feet. Miz pulls Breakker up again, trying for a second Skull Crushing Finale, but this time Breakker powers out, shoving Miz hard into the ropes. Miz bounces back—Breakker explodes with a SPEAR! The impact nearly cuts Miz in half. Breakker immediately covers—1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Bron Breakker def. The Miz – Still WWE Intercontinental Champion (12:15)

The crowd boos heavily as Breakker stands tall, clutching his Intercontinental Title, breathing heavily. Miz lies on the mat, clutching his ribs, absolutely heartbroken but having come closer than anyone expected. Breakker raises the title high, staring down at Miz with a cold grin.

Match #4: Damian Priest vs Finn Balor – Street Fight No.1 Contender’s Match

The bell sounds, and immediately Finn Bálor rushes at Damian Priest, striking first with rapid forearm shots, backing the bigger man into the corner. Bálor throws a stiff kick to Priest’s thigh, then delivers a lightning-fast chop to the chest that echoes through the arena. Priest absorbs it, fires back with a huge forearm smash that rocks Bálor. Priest grabs him by the throat and launches Bálor across the ring with a choke toss. The crowd roars as Priest shakes off the early attack.

Priest (snarling): You wanted this, Finn!

Bálor rolls to the outside quickly, buying himself time. Priest follows, but Bálor lures him around the ring and ambushes him with a drop toe hold into the steel steps, dropping the big man face-first. Bálor wastes no time, crawling under the ring and pulling out a kendo stick. As Priest gets back to his feet, Bálor swings wildly, cracking the kendo stick across Priest’s ribs, then across his back, again and again. Priest grits his teeth, refusing to fall. Bálor shouts with each swing, trying to wear him down. Finally, Priest catches the stick mid-swing and SNAPS it in half, throwing the pieces aside. Bálor swings again with a wild right hand, but Priest ducks it and levels Bálor with a spinning back elbow, sending Finn stumbling into the barricade. Priest lifts Bálor and delivers a flapjack onto the ring apron, the hardest part of the ring. Priest grabs a steel chair and tosses it into the ring, then sends Bálor rolling back inside. Priest sets up two chairs, seats facing each other, in the center of the ring. He grabs Bálor and tries for a Broken Arrow onto the chairs, but Bálor elbows his way out of Priest’s grip, lands on his feet, and delivers a sharp Pele kick right to Priest’s jaw! Priest staggers. Bálor quickly follows up with a sling blade, then lines him up for his signature corner dropkick, sending Priest crashing into the chairs Priest himself had set up.

Bálor climbs the ropes quickly for the Coup de Grace, but Priest rolls out of the way, and Bálor lands hard, buckling his knee on impact. Priest quickly capitalizes, hoisting Bálor up for a sit-out powerbomb onto the trash can lid. 1… 2… Bálor kicks out! The crowd is hot now, sensing the brutality building. Both men are breathing heavily, bruised and battered already. Priest stalks Bálor and signals for the South of Heaven. He grabs Finn, lifts him, but as he goes for the chokeslam—Bálor slips out mid-air! He lands behind Priest and chop blocks him, sending Priest’s knee buckling. Bálor smirks as he grabs Priest’s leg and repeatedly stomps the knee, targeting it now, slowing the powerhouse down. Bálor locks in a single-leg crab, wrenching the knee viciously as Priest screams in pain. Priest fights through, crawling toward the ropes, but there are no rope breaks in a street fight. Bálor sits back even deeper. Priest powers out by pure strength, rolling to his back and kicking Bálor off hard into the corner. Finn crashes into the turnbuckles and stumbles backward into a huge lariat from Priest, turning him inside out. Both men are down as the crowd chants: “THIS IS AWESOME!”

Priest rises first, limping but determined, and begins setting up a table in the ring while Bálor struggles to his feet. Priest props the table in the corner and turns to grab Bálor— but Finn fires back with a desperate low blow, doubling Priest over! The crowd gasps at the desperation.

Bálor (yelling): You’ll NEVER be better than me!

With Priest down, Bálor grabs a chain from under the ring, wraps it around his fist, and smashes it across Priest’s ribs, followed by a violent strike to the face. Priest falls to his knees. Now smelling blood, Bálor climbs the ropes again, aiming for the Coup de Grace one more time. However, Priest intercepts him and connects with a huge Superplex! And that’s when Judgment Day strikes. Dominik Mysterio, JD McDonagh, and AJ Styles storm down the ramp, sliding into the ring. The crowd boos heavily as Priest tries to get back to his feet — but he's swarmed. Dominik wraps the chain around Priest’s throat from behind, choking him while JD unloads with kendo stick shots. AJ Styles delivers a vicious Phenomenal Forearm, flattening Priest completely. The numbers are overwhelming. The crowd is irate as Judgment Day stands tall, Bálor smirking in the corner while watching his brothers dismantle Priest. Suddenly — Carlito’s music hits! The crowd erupts as Carlito rushes down the ramp, steel chair in hand. He slides into the ring, cracking Dominik across the back, nailing JD in the gut, and smashing AJ in the face.

Carlito clears the ring momentarily, swinging wildly. But Dominik and JD recover, and soon Carlito is overwhelmed, outnumbered as well. And that’s when Cruz Del Toro and Joaquin Wilde charge down the ramp! The place explodes as they join the fray, evening the odds! Wilde hits a springboard dropkick to JD, Cruz takes out Dominik with a spinning DDT, and Carlito connects with a Backstabber on AJ Styles once again. With the ring cleared, only Bálor and Priest remain. Priest slowly pulls himself up as Bálor staggers back to his feet. The distraction allows Priest to recover fully. Bálor charges in for the Sling Blade, but Priest counters with a big boot. Priest points at Bálor, pulls him in, and delivers a spinning wheel kick that sends Bálor crashing into the table propped in the corner. The table bends but doesn’t break. Priest isn’t done. He drags Bálor to the top turnbuckle. They trade heavy shots, both exhausted. Bálor bites Priest’s forehead in desperation, but Priest powers through it, grabs Bálor by the throat— SOUTH OF HEAVEN CHOKESLAM OFF THE TOP ROPE THROUGH A TABLE AND PILE OF CHAIRS! The crowd erupts at the brutal impact. Priest crawls over, draping his arm across Bálor— 1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Damian Priest def. Finn Balor – New No.1 Contender to the World Heavyweight Championship (25:31)

The crowd explodes as Priest lays on the broken table pieces, barely moving, exhausted but victorious. Carlito, Wilde, and Cruz stand tall in the ring as Judgment Day retreats up the ramp, furious. Priest finally gets to his feet, staring into the camera as he breathes heavily, silently delivering a message to Gunther: “I’m coming for my title.”

WWE PLE Schedule:
- 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)

WrestlingMad · Oct 10, 2025

Monday Night Raw
December 16th 2024

The show kicks off with thunderous energy as Damian Priest’s music hits. The crowd erupts as Priest steps out onto the stage, still carrying visible bruises from his brutal Street Fight at Saturday Night’s Main Event. He moves with determination, the weight of what he endured clearly driving him forward. Priest steps into the ring, soaking in the reaction. He slowly raises the microphone as the crowd quiets.

Damian Priest (measured, intense): Last saturday… I went through hell. Finn Bálor came at me with everything he had. Judgment Day did everything they could to take me out. Steel chairs. Chains. Tables. But here I stand.

The crowd cheers loudly. Priest nods, pacing slowly.

Damian Priest: People doubted me. They said I needed Judgment Day. That I couldn’t make it on my own. They said I’d break under pressure. But last saturday, I proved them wrong. And now… I stand here as your number one contender.

He pauses, looking directly into the camera.

Damian Priest (calm but fiery): Gunther… you know what’s coming. Last time we fought, you beat me. You outlasted me. You walked away with that World Heavyweight Championship. But that Damian Priest was still caught up in everybody else’s wars. Still trying to fight for a team that forgot what loyalty meant.

The crowd murmurs as Priest’s voice grows sharper.

Damian Priest: I’m not that man anymore. The chains are off. The distractions are gone. Now it’s just me. My focus is clear. And my only mission is to take that World Heavyweight Championship from you.

The crowd roars with approval. Priest raises his hand, motioning the championship around his waist.

Damian Priest: You call yourself 'The Ring General.' You say no one can touch you. You’ve run through everyone in this company. But you haven’t faced this version of Damian Priest. You haven’t faced the man who’s not chasing approval anymore. You’re facing a man who’s fighting for himself.

Suddenly, Gunther’s music hits.

The arena comes alive as Gunther steps out onto the stage, World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder, his presence commanding as always. The champion strides to the ring with slow, methodical steps. No emotion. No hesitation. Gunther enters the ring and stands directly across from Priest, calm but cold. He lifts the microphone with steady confidence.

Gunther (measured, powerful): Damian. You’re right. Last time we faced each other, I beat you. And I see you now — desperate to rewrite that story. Desperate to prove something to yourself.

The crowd listens intently as Gunther’s voice sharpens slightly.

Gunther: I’ve heard this same speech from so many men. ‘I’m a new man.’ ‘I’m focused.’ ‘I’m ready.’ And yet… one by one, they all fall the same. They all find out that no amount of motivation or redemption changes what happens when they step into my ring.

The fans react, some booing, some chanting. Priest glares at him.

Gunther (calm, authoritative): You are the number one contender now. You earned that. But let’s be very clear: you will not beat me. Not because you lack heart. But because I am simply better. This isn’t about your past failures, Damian. This is about your limits. And you will reach them again.

Gunther steps even closer, lowering his voice.

Gunther (coldly): This time, there will be no Judgment Day. No outside interference. No excuses. When I beat you again, there will be no doubt. No debate. You will know... just like everyone else knows… I am the greatest World Heavyweight Champion of this generation.

The crowd buzzes heavily, sensing the growing tension. Priest leans in, eyes burning.

Damian Priest (quiet, intense): Good. That’s exactly what I want. No excuses. No distractions. Just you... and me.

The two stand face-to-face, inches apart, the energy boiling over as the crowd chants “THIS IS AWESOME!” even before they’ve touched.

Damian Priest (low, final): And when I drop you, Gunther… when that title finally leaves your hands... I’ll leave no doubt either.

The crowd explodes as both men stare each other down, the World Heavyweight Championship looming between them as Raw cuts to commercial.

Match #1: Karrion Kross vs Erick Rowan

The bell rings and the tension is thick. Karrion Kross stands motionless, eyes locked on Erick Rowan, who paces like a caged animal. The crowd hums with anticipation as these two heavy hitters square off. They collide in the center of the ring, locking up with brute force. Kross immediately drives a knee into Rowan’s ribs and whips him into the corner. Kross follows up with heavy forearm strikes and a stiff exploder suplex, taking control early. Kross drives stiff knees into Rowan’s side, trying to wear him down methodically. He locks in a modified side headlock, wrenching Rowan’s massive neck while the crowd rallies behind Rowan. Rowan powers back to his feet, breaking the hold with raw strength. He lands a massive headbutt that staggers Kross and follows up with a brutal spinning heel kick, surprising everyone with his agility.

Rowan capitalizes, scooping Kross up into a sidewalk slam. He covers—1… 2… Kross kicks out. Kross rolls to the outside to regroup, but Rowan follows him, slamming him face-first into the barricade. The fight spills around ringside as Rowan launches Kross into the steel steps with authority. Kross staggers to his feet, but as Rowan charges, Kross ducks, and Rowan crashes shoulder-first into the ring post. Kross wastes no time, pulling Rowan back into the ring, hitting a northern lights suplex into a quick vertical release suplex combo. Kross covers—1… 2… Rowan kicks out! Kross grows more frustrated. He stalks Rowan, signaling for the Kross Jacket, but as he locks in the hold, Rowan powers up, with Kross on his back. Rowan backs into the turnbuckle, sandwiching Kross and breaking the hold. Rowan lifts Kross onto his shoulders and plants him with a thunderous Iron Claw Slam! The crowd roars as Rowan covers—1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Erick Rowan def. Karrion Kross (9:47)

The crowd erupts as Rowan sits up, breathing heavily, victorious in a brutal battle. But there’s no time to celebrate. AOP (Akam and Rezar), Scarlett and Kross (still recovering), regroup at ringside, surrounding the ring. The cameras pan wildly as Rowan stares them down. But he’s not alone for long. From the entrance ramp, the Wyatt Sicks appear — Nikki Cross, Joe Gacy, and Dexter Lumis — slowly walking toward the ring. The two factions meet at ringside, and chaos erupts. AOP brawls with Gacy and Lumis while Rowan barrels through Kross once again, hammering him down. Scarlett lunges at Nikki Cross, but Nikki tackles her to the floor. The scene descends into absolute carnage, but Rowan stands tall in the ring, throwing bodies aside, roaring, trying to hold off the attack while the crowd chants: “LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!” Security finally floods the ring trying to separate the two chaotic factions. The Wyatt Sicks retreat slightly, coldly glaring back as The Final Testament regroups, snarling from the outside.

The camera cuts backstage to Adam Pearce’s office. After weeks away, Pearce is finally back at work, sorting through paperwork, focused, when suddenly the door opens and Rhea Ripley confidently walks in, wearing her signature leather jacket, a sly grin on her face.

Rhea Ripley (smirking): Well, well, look who’s back. Welcome back, boss.

Pearce looks up from his desk, not entirely amused.

Adam Pearce (calm, firm): Rhea.

He sets his papers down and stands up.

Adam Pearce: I’ve been watching everything that’s gone down while I’ve been out. And let’s just say... things have gotten a little out of control.

Rhea chuckles, clearly enjoying the chaos she’s been part of.

Rhea Ripley (mocking): Out of control? Come on, boss. You know I’ve just been keeping things… interesting.

Pearce doesn't crack a smile. His tone sharpens.

Adam Pearce: Interesting is one word for it. But after what happened last week in your match with Raquel — the attacks, the interference — I think it’s time we settle this once and for all.

Rhea tilts her head, intrigued.

Adam Pearce (decisive): Tonight, you and Raquel Rodriguez will face each other again. But this time… Falls Count Anywhere.

The crowd in the arena reacts loudly as they watch the segment on the big screen.

Rhea’s smirk widens. She takes a step forward, clearly welcoming the challenge.

Rhea Ripley (low, confident): Good. That’s exactly what I wanted.

She turns and walks out of the office as Pearce watches her leave, knowing full well the chaos that’s about to unfold later tonight.

The lights in the arena dim slightly as a video package plays, recapping Becky Lynch’s controversial victory over IYO SKY at Saturday Night’s Main Event. The footage shows Asuka spraying the mist into IYO’s face, costing her the match, and Becky taking full advantage to retain the WWE Women’s World Championship. The package ends and the camera cuts to the ring. The Man’s music hits. The crowd boos loudly as Becky Lynch walks down the ramp, championship resting proudly on her shoulder, full of confidence. She steps into the ring and raises her title high, soaking in the mixed reaction before raising the mic to speak.

Becky Lynch (calm, smug): Well, what did I say?

The boos rain down louder. Becky smirks and shakes her head.

Becky Lynch: I tried to warn IYO SKY. I tried to tell her. I stood right here and I told her exactly what was going to happen. I said, 'Don’t let Asuka get inside your head.' I said, 'Don’t trust the ones standing beside you.' But IYO thought she knew better. She thought that sisterhood in Damage CTRL would protect her.

Becky paces the ring, speaking more intensely now.

Becky Lynch: And what happened? When it really mattered? When everything was on the line? The same thing that always happens when you stand across the ring from The Man — your world falls apart.

The crowd boos heavily as Becky continues.

Becky Lynch: I didn’t need a steel chair. I didn’t need a kendo stick. I didn’t need the mist. All I needed was IYO’s own naivety. Asuka showed her true colors, and I just picked up the pieces.

She smiles again, adjusting the title on her shoulder.

Becky Lynch (mocking): But I tried to help. I tried to offer her my wisdom. Because when The Man speaks... when Becky Lynch speaks… the entire world should listen.

The crowd chants "You suck!", but Becky brushes it off.

Becky Lynch (smirking): Because I am the face of this division. I am the one constant while everyone else burns themselves down. I’ve carried this division on my back through injuries, through departures, through chaos. I’ve done what nobody else could do.

She steps closer to the ropes, speaking directly into the hard camera.

Becky Lynch: IYO, I hope you’re watching from wherever you're sulking right now. You let your friends stab you in the back. And now, once again, this championship stays right where it belongs — with The Man.

Suddenly — a huge pop from the crowd! PAIGE’S MUSIC HITS! The arena absolutely erupts. Fans jump to their feet as Paige steps out onto the stage, smiling ear-to-ear, soaking in the deafening ovation after years away. The shock on Becky’s face is priceless as she freezes in the ring. She slowly walks down the ramp as the crowd chants "Welcome back! Welcome back!"

Paige (calm, grinning): Hi Becky. Long time no see.

The two women lock eyes as Paige steps into the ring. The energy is electric.

Becky Lynch (trying to compose herself): I… I don’t know what this… little moment is supposed to be, but... let me remind you — this is my ring now. You’re standing in my spotlight.

Paige circles her, still smiling.

Paige: You’re right, Becky. You’ve been doing well. You’ve been the champion. You’ve been ‘The Man.’ But while you were playing The Man, I was sitting at home, healing, waiting, watching. And you know what I saw? I saw a division full of pretenders trying to live off what I built.

The crowd cheers wildly.

Paige (intense now): I was the one who broke the door open for this entire division. I changed everything before you ever became The Man.

The crowd chants "PAIGE! PAIGE!"

Becky Lynch (mocking): That’s real cute. But there’s one problem, sweetheart — you’re fragile. You’re broken. You were great... once. But your time has passed. This isn’t your story anymore.

Becky steps closer, lowering her voice with venom.

Becky Lynch: You don’t belong here anymore, Paige. So why don’t you do yourself a favor — turn around, leave my ring, and get the hell out of here. Oh, and be careful… don’t break your neck on the way out.

The crowd gasps at Becky’s savage line.

For a brief moment, Paige’s face twitches — but then she smiles again, almost laughing.

Paige (cold, serious): You’re wrong, Becky. This is and forever will be MY HOUSE. But… you know what? I think I’m done talking.

WHAM! Paige drops her microphone and smashes Becky with a stiff forearm, sending the champion stumbling back. Paige quickly kicks Becky in the gut, hooks her, and delivers the RamPaige DDT right in the center of the ring! The crowd goes absolutely insane! Paige grabs the WWE Women’s World Championship off the mat, holds it high, and stands over Becky’s motionless body.

Paige (into the camera, grinning): Looks like I belong just fine. THIS IS MY HOUSE!

The crowd roars as Paige soaks in the moment, standing tall to a massive ovation.

The camera cuts backstage into the dimly lit Judgment Day clubhouse. The entire group is present: Finn Bálor, AJ Styles, JD McDonagh, Dominik Mysterio, Liv Morgan, and Raquel Rodriguez. The atmosphere is tense. Bálor sits forward, elbows on his knees, clearly frustrated after his brutal loss to Damian Priest at Saturday Night’s Main Event. For a moment, no one speaks. The tension hangs heavy.

Finn Bálor (cold, controlled frustration): Last saturday didn’t go the way I planned.

He pauses, glaring at the floor for a moment, then slowly lifts his head and looks around at the rest of Judgment Day.

Finn Bálor: But we’ve been here before, haven’t we? How many times have people doubted us? How many times have they thought Judgment Day was finished? And every single time… we bounce back.

The others nod quietly. Liv smirks. Dominik whispers something to JD and chuckles.

Finn Bálor (growing more intense): And we’re going to start that rebound tonight. Wilde and Cruz Del Toro want to play hero? They want to stick their noses where they don’t belong? Me and AJ will handle that. We’ll make sure they learn exactly why you don’t cross The Judgment Day.

AJ Styles (calm, sinister grin): Tonight, we break ‘em.

Bálor then turns his gaze toward Raquel, his voice lowering but laced with venom.

Finn Bálor: And as for you, Raquel… tonight, you have one mission. You end this problem with Rhea Ripley. Once and for all. Falls Count Anywhere. I want no more questions. No more second chances. No more comebacks. You take her out.

Raquel cracks her neck, flexing her shoulders, her expression cold and confident.

Raquel Rodriguez (serious, composed): She won’t get back up, Finn.

Bálor sits back, nodding slowly, his voice calm but filled with conviction.

Finn Bálor: Two problems solved in one night. Wilde, Cruz… gone. Rhea… gone. The Judgment Day reminds the world exactly who runs this place.

The camera lingers as all six members stare straight ahead, fully united, cold, and dangerous. The Judgment Day is ready to unleash hell once again.

Match #2: Joaquim Wilde and Cruz Del Toro vs Finn Balor and AJ Styles

The bell rings and Finn Bálor starts against Joaquin Wilde. Wilde uses his quickness early, landing a fast arm drag and a dropkick that staggers Bálor. Wilde tags in Cruz Del Toro, and the two hit a quick double dropkick on Bálor, sending him to the outside. AJ Styles tags in, slowing the pace with hard forearms to Cruz. AJ whips Cruz into the ropes but Cruz counters with a springboard crossbody, nearly getting a quick fall—1… 2… AJ kicks out. Cruz goes for a springboard DDT, but AJ catches him mid-air and counters into a brainbuster. Bálor tags back in, drilling Cruz with a sling blade, then hits a basement dropkick. 1… 2… Cruz kicks out! Cruz desperately crawls toward Wilde, but Bálor cuts him off with stomps. Cruz finally counters with an enzuigiri, creating enough space for the hot tag! Wilde comes flying in, hitting a springboard hurricanrana on AJ, knocking Bálor off the apron. Wilde runs wild for a moment, but as he goes for a springboard moonsault, AJ moves, and Wilde crashes hard. AJ capitalizes, hitting the Pele Kick, tags in Bálor, who hits a running shotgun dropkick into the corner. AJ tags back, plants Wilde with the Styles Clash. 1… 2… 3!

Match Results: AJ Styles and Finn Balor def. Joaquim Wilde and Cruz Del Toro (7:48)

The crowd boos loudly as Judgment Day stands tall. But they’re not finished. Immediately after the bell, Bálor, Styles, JD McDonagh and Dominik Mysterio attack Wilde and Toro, stomping them mercilessly. Suddenly, Carlito’s music hits! The crowd erupts as Carlito sprints down the ramp with a steel chair in hand! He slides into the ring, swinging wildly. He cracks the chair across Dominik’s back, sends JD scurrying with a shot to the ribs, and swings at AJ, who barely escapes to the outside. Judgment Day retreats up the ramp, furious, as Carlito stands tall in the ring, checking on Wilde and Cruz. The crowd roars as Carlito stares Judgment Day down, daring them to come back.

The camera cuts backstage after the match. Carlito stands with Joaquin Wilde and Cruz Del Toro, who are still recovering from the brutal assault earlier. Carlito looks serious, regret written all over his face.

Carlito (genuine): Look… I’m sorry. I know everything that’s happened between us. I know I let you guys down before.

Wilde and Cruz exchange a brief glance, clearly still carrying some bitterness.

Joaquin Wilde (calm but firm): We haven’t forgotten what happened, Carlito.

Cruz Del Toro (nodding): And if we’re being honest… we probably never will fully trust you again.

Carlito nods, understanding, not trying to argue.

Carlito: Fair enough. I deserve that. But right now… we’ve got a bigger problem. Judgment Day isn’t going to stop.

Wilde and Cruz look at each other again, this time with more determination.

Joaquin Wilde: Yeah… we’ve got a common enemy.

Cruz Del Toro: And as long as Judgment Day keeps coming after us… we fight together.

Carlito cracks a small smile and offers his fist. After a brief pause, Wilde and Cruz bump fists with him. The tension isn’t fully gone, but a fragile alliance has been formed.

Carlito (serious): Then let’s take them out.

The camera zooms in on the three of them as they nod in unison, ready for battle.

The lights dim as Asuka’s music hits. The crowd boos heavily after her shocking betrayal of IYO SKY at Saturday Night’s Main Event. Asuka walks to the ring, cold, calculated, and unapologetic, microphone already in hand. The boos continue as she slowly raises the mic.

Asuka (in her broken English, cold): IYO… you… you think you better than me? Hah? You think you star? You think you leader? NO!

She points angrily at the camera as the crowd continues to boo.

Asuka: You drag me down. Every week. You drag Asuka down. You make me weak.

She shakes her head, her face full of anger.

Asuka (yelling): I should win battle royal! Not you! That title match… should be mine!

Asuka’s breathing intensifies, pure frustration pouring out of her.

Asuka (slowly): You are not better than Asuka. Nobody ready for Asuka. NOBODY!

The crowd starts chanting for IYO, but Asuka ignores them.

Asuka: But Kairi… Dakota…

She pauses, calming her voice, but her eyes still cold.

Asuka (softer): I still want you by my side. We… still family.

At that moment, Kairi Sane’s music hits, and she makes her way to the ring, followed shortly by Dakota Kai. The crowd watches closely as the three women stand face-to-face.

Asuka (looking at Kairi): Kairi, you my sister. You with me?

Kairi looks at Asuka for a moment, then nods confidently.

Kairi Sane (firm): I am with you. Always!

The crowd boos heavily as Asuka smiles, pleased. Asuka then turns to Dakota Kai, whose face shows deep conflict. Dakota hesitates, clutching the microphone tightly.

Dakota Kai (soft at first, voice cracking): Asuka… Kairi… I stood by both of you. I stood by IYO. We all stood together when nobody else believed in us.

She pauses, swallowing her emotion.

Dakota Kai (a little louder, pained): We built something special. We fought side by side when nobody thought we could take over this division. We became a family. A sisterhood.

She looks directly at Asuka now, voice growing stronger.

Dakota Kai: And yes… maybe IYO’s been the one in the spotlight lately. Maybe she won that battle royal. But you know what? She earned it. She fought for it. Just like you would’ve. Just like I would’ve. Because that’s what we do — we fight. Together.

The crowd starts getting behind Dakota as her voice rises with passion.

Dakota Kai: But this? What you did at Saturday Night’s Main Event? That wasn’t about fighting. That was about jealousy. That was about destroying everything we built!

Dakota starts to tear up now, her breathing heavy, but she continues.

Dakota Kai (choking up slightly): IYO trusted you, Asuka. She looked up to you. We all did. And you spat in her face. You took the one thing she earned and crushed it because you couldn’t handle that someone else got there first.

She pauses again, wiping a tear away. The crowd chants “IYO! IYO!” as Dakota tries to keep her composure.

Dakota Kai (softer, deeply emotional): I’m not stupid. I know things haven't always been perfect. I know trust is hard in this business. But we were family. I love IYO like a sister. And even after everyting... I still love you both like my sisters. But you’re making me choose.

She glares at Asuka now, voice shaking but defiant.

Dakota Kai (whispering at first, then stronger): I don’t want to choose. I shouldn’t have to choose. We should’ve been stronger than this.

The crowd chants louder now, clearly supporting Dakota as she takes a deep breath, fighting back more tears.

Dakota Kai (angry now, raw emotion): You said you want me to pick a side? Fine. Right now… I don’t even know what side there is to pick. Because this isn’t what we were supposed to be!

With that, Dakota throws the microphone down and storms out of the ring, her face a mix of anger, heartbreak, and confusion. The camera lingers on Asuka and Kairi, who watch her leave — Asuka’s face showing cold indifference, Kairi slightly conflicted but staying by Asuka’s side. The crowd continues chanting as Dakota disappears up the ramp, leaving the fate of this fractured sisterhood hanging in the balance.

Match #3: Motor City Machine Guns vs Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne

The bell rings as Alex Shelley starts off against Tyler Bate in a respectful but competitive opening. The two trade quick holds and reversals, Shelley working Bate’s arm, Bate countering with a headscissors takedown, followed by a smooth dropkick that sends Shelley staggering back. Shelley tags in Chris Sabin, and Bate tags Pete Dunne. The pace quickens as Dunne immediately grabs a wrist and twists it violently, stomping Sabin’s elbow. Sabin answers with a running hurricanrana and a corner enzuigiri, firing the crowd up. Back and forth action continues — Dunne nearly gets the win after a snap German suplex, followed by Bate’s rebound clothesline for a near fall. MCMG turns the tide when Shelley blind-tags in and they connect with their signature Skull & Bones (neckbreaker/frog splash combo) on Bate. 1… 2… 3!

Match Results: MCMG def. Pete Dunne and Tyler Bate (8:04)

Following their hard-fought victory over Tyler Bate & Pete Dunne, the Motor City Machine Guns stand tall in the center of the ring. Their music fades as Chris Sabin is handed a microphone. Alex Shelley stands beside him, both men still breathing heavy, championship gold over their shoulders.

Chris Sabin: That right there? That was tag team wrestling. Bate and Dunne — we respect you. You brought the fight. But we are the World Tag Team Champions for a reason.

The crowd gives a respectful cheer as Shelley now steps forward.

Alex Shelley: A few weeks ago, we walked into this ring and we beat The New Day. Clean. No shortcuts. No interference. Just better wrestling. And we heard the New Day say — 'Motor City Machine Guns don't belong here.' 'They’re just taking our spot.'"

Shelley stares directly into the hard camera.

Alex Shelley: We’re not here to take anybody’s place. We didn’t jump a line. We didn’t make any demands. We simply did what we’ve done our entire careers — outwrestle everyone. And at the end of the night, we were better than The New Day. That’s why we’re standing here with these titles.

The crowd pops as Sabin picks it up.

Chris Sabin: Now, instead of taking the loss like men, New Day jumped us from behind like punks. They couldn’t handle the truth: that the power of positivity doesn’t mean a damn thing when you get outclassed. So, New Day. Get your ass right here and let’s finish what we started!

Just then, the titantron flickers to life. It's The New Day, backstage in their signature gear, arms crossed, unimpressed.

Xavier Woods (mocking): Awww man, look at that. Somebody give these two a tissue. All this talk about respect and wrestling… and still, nobody actually cares.

Kofi Kingston: You beat us once. We admit that. But let’s get something straight — one match doesn’t erase ten years of dominance. Doesn’t erase ten years of us carrying this tag division on our backs.

Xavier Woods: You want us to come out there and throw hands? Nah. That’s not how this works.

Kofi Kingston: We’ll fight you again. But it’ll be on our time. When we’re ready. Where we choose. How we choose.

Xavier Woods (leaning into the camera): Because you might have those titles now… but don’t forget who made them matter in the first place.

They walk off, leaving only the static of the titantron. Back in the ring, Shelley and Sabin stare at the screen — unshaken.

Alex Shelley (coldly): You name the time. You name the place. Just know — the result will be the same.

They raise their tag titles high to a loud reaction as the segment ends, setting the stage for an inevitable rematch.

We cut backstage where Jackie Redmond stands in the interview area, microphone in hand, joined by a smug and self-satisfied Intercontinental Champion Bron Breakker, still riding high off his brutal win over The Miz at Saturday Night’s Main Event. The Intercontinental Title gleams on his shoulder.

Jackie Redmond: Bron, congratulations on your successful title defense this past Saturday against The Miz. That was one of the most dominant performances we’ve seen in a long time. What message did you send to the rest of the Raw locker room with that win?

Bron Breakker (smirking): Jackie, I didn’t just beat Miz—I humiliated him. All the talk, all the ‘A-Lister’ garbage, all the games? I shut it down with one spear through his ribs. That’s what happens when someone steps up and thinks this title is easy pickings. I’m not here to entertain. I’m here to break people. And if that wasn’t loud enough, I can turn the volume up next week—who’s dumb enough to step up?

Just then, Chad Gable walks into frame slowly, arms crossed, towel draped over his neck, a smirk on his face. The crowd in the arena reacts with a mix of surprise and intrigue.

Chad Gable: You know… I was watching Saturday night. And yeah, you made a statement, Bron. Big moves, lots of screaming, real intense.

He taps the Intercontinental Championship with two fingers.

Chad Gable: But see, that title? That’s supposed to represent the best wrestler in this company. Not just the biggest, loudest guy who throws people around like a caveman.

Bron stiffens slightly, adjusting the belt on his shoulder.

Bron Breakker: That so? You think you’re better than me, Gable?

Chad Gable (grinning): I don’t think. I know. While you’ve been smashing heads, I’ve been tying knots in people’s limbs and making them beg. So I’ll make it real simple. You wanna prove you’re more than just power? Put that title on the line. Next week.

Bron steps up to Gable, face to face, smirking with intensity.

Bron Breakker: You’ve got a big mouth, Gable. But you just talked yourself into something you won’t walk out of. You want a match? You got it. Next week. And when it’s over, you’ll be just another name I cracked in half.

Chad Gable: We’ll see. Better stretch, Bron.

Gable walks off, leaving Breakker glaring into the distance, flexing his jaw.

Jackie Redmond (off-camera): Next week: Breakker vs. Gable for the Intercontinental Title!

The segment fades as Breakker clutches the belt tightly, jaw set, ready for the next challenger.

The arena lights dim, and then the opening chords of “Cult of Personality” hit to a thunderous eruption. The crowd rises to their feet as CM Punk walks through the curtain, the energy inside the arena instantly shifting. He pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the ovation, then makes his way down the aisle with a purpose, eyes sharp, jaw clenched. He enters the ring and is handed a mic as the chants roar around him.

Crowd: CM PUNK! CM PUNK! CM PUNK!

CM Punk (nodding): Yeah, that’s what I missed. That’s what he hates.

He paces the ring slowly, letting the noise simmer before speaking again.

CM Punk: Two weeks ago, I was screwed. Robbed of the World Heavyweight Championship because a bitter man with a fragile ego couldn’t handle seeing the spotlight shift. Seth Rollins made damn sure I didn’t walk out of Survivor Series with that title.

Boos echo.

CM Punk: Last week, I returned the favor. Seth, you cost me everything. So I made sure you knew exactly what that felt like. And here's the thing — I’m just getting started.

He smirks as the fans cheer.

CM Punk: You see, I came back to WWE for a lot of reasons. Unfinished business. Settling scores. But also to remind every single person in that locker room exactly who the hell I am. The Best in the World wasn’t a nickname. It was a mission statement. And Rollins? He might be the ‘Visionary’, the ‘Revolutionary’… but to me, he’s just a jealous coward.

The crowd buzzes in anticipation. Punk lifts the mic again.

CM Punk: I’ve been accused of walking out, of burning bridges, of causing chaos. Maybe I did. Maybe I do. But at least I’ve never pretended to be anything I’m not. Rollins has been stomping his feet like a spoiled child since I came back, acting like this is his yard. Newsflash, Seth: you didn’t build this house. You’re just renting space in my legacy.

BOOM. “Visionary” blares through the arena and the mood changes instantly. Seth Rollins walks out, no jacket, no posing, no smiling. He storms to the ring, mic already in hand. The crowd is split — boos, cheers, and anticipation. He slides into the ring, eyes locked with Punk.

Seth Rollins: Cut the crap, Punk.

Rollins paces, mic clutched tight.

Seth Rollins: You love to talk about being real. About speaking truth. Fine. Here’s some truth for you — you’re a hypocrite. You say you came back to finish your story. But the only story you’ve ever finished was about quitting. You walked out of here when things didn’t go your way. And when you tried playing rebel somewhere else, you got your ass handed to you, and now you're crawling back pretending you're the messiah.

The crowd gasps, murmurs. Punk’s jaw tightens.

Seth Rollins (pointing): You don’t belong in my WWE anymore. This company passed you by while you were busy burning bridges and fighting your own coworkers. (The crowd gasps at the reference) You want to talk legacy? I’m the one who stayed. I’m the one who carried this brand on my back while you were off pretending to still be relevant.

CM Punk: You carried the brand? You? Please. You rode the coattails of Roman Reigns for years, waiting for a hand-me-down title. You ain’t revolutionary, Seth — you’re just the latest company man playing dress-up with someone else’s charisma.

The crowd reacts loudly. Rollins steps forward, nose-to-nose now. Both men seethe.

Seth Rollins: I hate that you’re back. I hate that you’re stealing oxygen in the same locker room as people who actually give a damn. I should’ve stomped your skull through the mat years ago.

CM Punk (grinning): Well, here I am. Still breathing. So if you’re gonna do it…

He tosses the mic down and shoves Rollins.

And chaos explodes.

Rollins tackles Punk, both men swinging wild fists. They roll across the mat, fists flying, each trying to gain the upper hand. Officials rush down the ramp as security storms the ring. They try to pull the two apart, but neither man relents. Rollins breaks free, lunging at Punk again and tackling him into the corner. Punk throws an elbow to the side of Rollins’ head and mounts him with more punches before two referees drag him back. Rollins shouts: “You want a fight, huh?! You got one!” Punk breaks loose, sliding across the mat and driving a knee into Rollins’ ribs, sending both men tumbling into the ropes. More officials enter, and it takes six people to keep them separated. Crowd chant: “LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!” Rollins is held back on the ramp now, blood trickling slightly from his lip. Punk is in the ring, hair wild, pacing like a caged animal.

CM Punk (shouting): You want to finish this? I’ll end you, Seth! Anytime. Anywhere!

Seth Rollins: Name it! Just know when this is over… your comeback becomes your funeral!

The segment ends with both men glaring at each other, breathing heavily, officials standing between them.

Match #4: Sheamus vs Ludwig Kaiser

Kaiser tries to use speed early, ducking a clothesline and delivering quick strikes to Sheamus’ thigh and ribs. A spinning European uppercut rocks Sheamus briefly, but the Irishman fires back with a forearm that nearly knocks Kaiser inside out. Kaiser recovers and goes after Sheamus’ leg, kicking at the knee and then sweeping it out to bring the big man down. He bounces off the ropes and hits a running low dropkick to the temple for a one-count. Sheamus shoves Kaiser off with force and blasts him with a back elbow. He grabs Kaiser and sends him chest-first into the turnbuckle. As Kaiser staggers back, Sheamus lifts him onto the apron and delivers ten Beats of the Bodhrán — the crowd counts along with every brutal strike.

Sheamus pulls Kaiser back into the ring and hits a powerslam, getting a two-count. Kaiser rolls out to regroup, holding his chest. Sheamus follows and tries to whip him into the steel steps, but Kaiser reverses — Sheamus crashes into the steel! Kaiser immediately follows with a running dropkick to the side of Sheamus’ head, then rolls him back in and covers — one, two… kickout! Kaiser grows frustrated. He climbs to the top rope and goes for a diving knee strike — but Sheamus catches him mid-air with a big clothesline that flips Kaiser inside out! With the crowd rallying behind him, Sheamus stalks his opponent, slaps his chest, and lifts Kaiser to his feet. White Noise! He covers — one, two — Kaiser kicks out at the last second! Sheamus grins through the pain, calls for the end, and hoists Kaiser up. Kaiser throws wild elbows to try to escape, but Sheamus tightens his grip and delivers the Brogue Kick right to the jaw! One! Two! Three!

Match Results: Sheamus def. Ludwig Kaiser (11:23)

After his hard-fought victory over Ludwig Kaiser, Sheamus grabs a microphone as the crowd chants his name. Breathing heavily but fired up, he paces the ring, eyes focused on the stage.

Sheamus: Adam Pearce! Get your arse out here, fella. We need to talk!

The fans buzz as Raw General Manager Adam Pearce walks out onto the stage, looking cautious, mic in hand.

Adam Pearce: Sheamus, congratulations on your win, but now’s not the—

Sheamus (interrupting): No. Now is exactly the time. Last week, Bronson Reed put me through a damn announce table. I’ve taken a lot of punishment in my career, but that was uncalled for. I want him reinstated, Pearce. I want revenge. It’s time someone stops him.

Pearce (shaking his head): Sheamus… I can’t. Reed is suspended for a reason. He’s out of control. He’s a danger to this locker room — to others and to himself. He attacked Rey, Dragon Lee, Zelina Vega, me!

Sheamus (stepping forward): You think I give a damn? I’m not afraid of Bronson Reed. I’ve bled in this ring, I’ve fought everyone there is to fight. You let him roam free with a ticket, put me through a table, and I stood back up. Now I want to kick his ass — legally. In this ring. In front of the world.

Pearce doesn’t respond immediately, weighing the situation. Sheamus softens his tone, stepping closer to the ropes.

Sheamus: You were a wrestler too, Pearce. You know what this is like. If someone blindsided you like that, you’d be clawing for the same opportunity. You’d want to finish it in the ring, not through security guards and police. You’d want to fight back. Don’t hand me a suspension. Hand me a fight.

The crowd cheers as Pearce stares at Sheamus, visibly torn.

After a long pause…

Adam Pearce (sighing): Sheamus… As of this moment… Bronson Reed is officially reinstated.

The fans erupt. Sheamus grins, nodding slowly, satisfied.

Adam Pearce (turning to leave, but stops): …Just know this, Sheamus — I really hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.

Pearce exits, leaving Sheamus in the ring, fired up and ready. The Celtic Warrior stares down the camera.

Sheamus: Tell Reed… I’m waitin’.

Match #5: Rhea Ripley vs Raquel Rodriguez – Falls Count Anywhere Match

The bell rings and the two powerhouses waste no time. Rhea and Raquel charge at each other like freight trains, trading heavy forearms in the center of the ring. Raquel gets the early advantage with a big boot that knocks Rhea into the corner, followed by a running splash. She hoists Rhea onto her shoulders, but Rhea elbows her way out and hits a vicious headbutt. Rhea grabs Raquel by the hair and slams her down with a snapmare before kicking her square in the spine. She goes for an early pin — only a one-count. Raquel fights back, catching a charging Rhea with a spinning powerslam. She immediately rolls out of the ring and pulls a kendo stick from under the apron. Rhea slides out the other side and blindsides her with a dropkick, sending the kendo stick flying. They brawl into the crowd, throwing each other over barricades and into production crates. The fight spills backstage. Rhea slams Raquel into a stack of equipment cases, but Raquel grabs a nearby trash can lid and clocks Rhea across the face.

Rhea stumbles, and Raquel throws her onto a catering table and climbs a nearby road case. She dives off with a senton — crashing through the table with Rhea underneath! ONE! TWO! Rhea kicks out! Suddenly, Liv Morgan appears, blindsiding Rhea with a steel chair to the back! The crowd boos as Liv throws Rhea into a metal garage door. Raquel stands back, catching her breath. But before Liv can do more damage, Bianca Belair and Jade Cargill storm in! The crowd explodes as Bianca grabs Liv and tosses her over a crate. Jade lifts Liv up and drops her hard with a powerbomb through a nearby table. Security and referees swarm in to pull everyone apart as Jade and Bianca check on Rhea. Raquel tries to take advantage, dragging Rhea by the hair back toward the arena, but Rhea fights back with a low dropkick. They make their way back down the ramp, both women exhausted and battered. At ringside, Raquel tries to powerbomb Rhea through the announce table — but Rhea counters with a hurricanrana into the steel steps. Rhea grabs Raquel, hoists her up, and delivers a thunderous RIPTIDE through a table set up beside the ring! ONE! TWO! THREE!

Match Results: Rhea Ripley def. Raquel Rodriguez (16:12)

Rhea stumbles to her feet, blood trickling from her lip, raising her arm in exhausted victory as Jade and Bianca reappear on the stage, watching silently. The war is far from over… but tonight, Mami stands tall.

Next week on RAW:
- Bron Breakker vs Chad Gable for the WWE Intercontinental Championship
- Asuka vs Lyra Valkyria
- The Judgment Day (Finn Balor, AJ Styles and Dominik Mysterio) vs Joaquim Wilde, Cruz Del Toro and Carlito
- Damian Priest vs Drew McIntyre
- After her shocking return, Paige addresses the crowd!

WWE PLE Schedule:
- 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)

WrestlingMad · Oct 15, 2025

Friday Night SmackDown
December 20th 2024

The crowd explodes as the arena lights dim and “Kingdom” hits. The Undisputed WWE Champion Cody Rhodes steps through the curtain, dressed sharp, championship draped proudly over his shoulder. Fireworks explode as Cody soaks in the reaction before stepping into the ring and grabbing a mic.

Cody Rhodes: Last week… a war broke out on this very show. Fists flew, blood was spilled, and allegiances were shattered. Kevin Owens and Randy Orton made it real clear—they’re not just coming for the Bloodline. They're coming for anyone wearing gold. For anyone standing tall. For me. And then there’s Roman Reigns… Now… I don’t trust Roman. And I know damn well he doesn’t trust me. But we learned to respect each other. And I know one thing: we both agree on this—Kevin Owens, Randy Orton, Jacob Fatu, The Rock… they need to be stopped.

Suddenly, Kevin Owens’ music hits. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as KO walks out in street clothes, holding a mic, fire in his eyes.

Kevin Owens: Save it, Cody. You talk like you're the hero of this story. But you’re not. You're a disappointment. You walked around screaming about finishing the story, ending the Bloodline… and now look at you. Standing next to Roman Reigns? The same man who made your life hell for two damn years? The same man who broke you down in front of your family? You’re not a champion. You’re not a leader. You're just a spineless hypocrite.

Cody Rhodes (smirking): Kevin, for someone who’s always talking about betrayal, you sure do spend a lot of time stabbing people in the back. Sami, Jey, now me… You want to know the truth? You're not a hero either, you're just a whining bitch.

The crowd gasps — just as Randy Orton slides into the ring from behind and drills Cody with a thunderous clothesline! Cody drops instantly. Owens charges the ring and joins in as the two-on-one assault begins. The crowd boos loudly as Orton pounds Cody with mounted punches. Owens stomps away at the champ, fury in every motion. Suddenly, Roman Reigns’ music hits. The Tribal Chief storms down the ramp, no hesitation. He slides into the ring and goes straight for Owens, unloading with stiff right hands! Orton charges him, but Roman spears Orton into the corner and throws wild shots. But just as Roman starts to gain momentum — Jacob Fatu appears from the crowd and blasts Roman from behind! Now it’s a three-on-two ambush. Reigns and Cody fight back, but the numbers catch up. Owens hits a Pop-Up Powerbomb on Cody, Fatu flattens Roman with a spinning uranage, and Orton slithers around with a sick grin.

The crowd erupts as suddenly… “MY TIME IS NOW!” blares over the speakers. JOHN CENA sprints down the ramp! The arena erupts in one of the biggest pops in SmackDown history! Cena slides into the ring and takes out Fatu with a shoulder tackle, ducks an Owens clothesline and hits the Five Knuckle Shuffle! Orton swings, but Cena plants him with the Attitude Adjustment! The ring clears as Owens, Fatu and Orton retreat up the ramp, stunned. Roman and Cody stagger back to their feet, and Cena stands tall between them. Cena grabs a mic as the crowd chants “CENA! CENA!”

John Cena: Next week… you three want to throw fists like cowards? Try it in the ring. Me. Cody Rhodes. Roman Reigns. Versus Kevin Owens. Randy Orton. Jacob Fatu. Let’s sart the John Cena Farewell Tour with The biggest damn six-man tag in SmackDown history!

The crowd explodes again. The challenge is made. SmackDown goes to commercial with Cena, Cody, and Roman staring down Owens, Orton, and Fatu.

We cut to the backstage hallway. Kevin Owens is storming through, visibly enraged, throwing aside a production crate as he yells out:

Kevin Owens: Where is he?! Where the hell is Aldis?!

He barrels around a corner and finds SmackDown General Manager Nick Aldis mid-conversation with a producer. Owens gets in his face.

Kevin Owens: What the hell was that out there?! You saw what happened?! You saw who showed up?! What’s John Cena even doing here?!

Aldis keeps his composure, adjusting his jacket calmly before answering with a slight smirk.

Nick Aldis: Well… Cena decided to kick off his farewell tour a little earlier than expected.

Owens scoffs, shaking his head.

Kevin Owens: Oh, that’s cute. Real sentimental. You think this is a joke?! You think bringing back Cena to fight your battles is the answer?!

Nick Aldis (sternly): No jokes, Kevin. What I do think is that next week, SmackDown’s going to host one of the biggest main events in its history. John Cena, Roman Reigns, and the Undisputed WWE Champion Cody Rhodes… versus you, Randy Orton, and Jacob Fatu. The match is official. Good luck.

Aldis walks off, leaving Owens fuming. Owens punches the wall in frustration, breathing heavily, as the camera fades out.

Match #1: Johnny Gargano vs Shinsuke Nakamura w/ Tommaso Ciampa

The bell rings and both men circle each other cautiously. They lock up, and Nakamura quickly transitions into a headlock, but Gargano escapes and hits a quick dropkick. Nakamura rolls to the ropes, annoyed, and Ciampa claps slowly on the outside. Gargano keeps the pace fast, connecting with arm drags and a basement superkick for a two-count. He goes for a slingshot spear, but Nakamura catches him mid-air with a knee to the ribs. Nakamura begins to punish Johnny with strong strikes—stiff knees to the chest and a sliding German suplex across the bottom rope. Gargano rallies with an enzuigiri and launches into a tope suicida, taking Nakamura down on the outside. Gargano rolls Nakamura back into the ring, but Ciampa steps in his path as he tries to climb the apron. The brief distraction is all Nakamura needs—he recovers and kicks the ropes into Gargano’s face as he enters the ring. Nakamura takes over with a reverse exploder suplex and calls for the Kinshasa. Gargano ducks and counters with a rolling kick, followed by the One Final Beat DDT—but Ciampa pulls Nakamura’s foot onto the bottom rope just in time to stop the pin. Gargano sees it and starts yelling at Ciampa. The referee warns Ciampa, but the damage is done—Gargano turns around right into a Kinshasa to the face. 1... 2... 3.

Match Results: Shinsuke Nakamura def. Johnny Gargano (10:32)

We open inside the locker room. The atmosphere is tense but focused. The WWE Women’s Champion Nia Jax sits on a bench, lacing up her boots, her eyes locked on the championship title resting beside her. Nearby, Alexa Bliss paces slightly, hyping her up with a confident smirk.

Alexa Bliss: Tonight's the night, Nia. No more sneak attacks. No more Sasha. No more underestimating us. Tonight, we finally crush Bayley… for good.

Nia doesn’t respond right away. She exhales deeply, her demeanor cold and composed.

Nia Jax: She wants to climb ladders? Break tables? I dare her. I’m not just walking out with this title, Alexa… I’m walking out with what's left of her in pieces.

Alexa Bliss (grinning): Exactly. It’s not just about keeping that title anymore… it’s about ending this once and for all.

Nia finally stands up, towering over Alexa with that dangerous calm.

Nia Jax: I’m going to remind everyone why they call me the Irresistible Force.

Alexa nods and walks with her toward the hallway as the camera lingers for a beat on the Women’s Championship gleaming in the light before the shot fades out.

Match #2: Naomi and Michin vs Chelsea Green and Piper Niven

The bell rings and Michin starts the match against Chelsea. Chelsea immediately backs off, tagging in Piper, clearly wanting no part of Michin. Piper steps in and the two lock up, with Piper overpowering Michin and shoving her to the mat. Michin bounces back with a low dropkick to the knees and a running boot to the face, rocking the powerhouse. Michin tags in Naomi, and they double-team Piper with a series of quick strikes, finishing with a double suplex that gets a two-count. Naomi keeps the pressure on with rapid kicks and a springboard crossbody, but Piper kicks out with authority and tags in Chelsea. Chelsea rushes in and catches Naomi with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors followed by a corner knee strike. She talks trash, showboats—and gets caught with a slap across the face from Naomi! Naomi hits a springboard roundhouse and tags in Michin. Michin unloads on Chelsea with forearms, hits a neckbreaker, and goes for the cover—Piper breaks it up. Naomi charges in and takes Piper over the top rope with a flying clothesline. On the outside, Naomi hits a split-legged moonsault off the barricade onto Piper, taking her out of the equation. Back in the ring, Chelsea tries to steal the win with a roll-up and feet on the ropes, but the ref catches her. Michin spins her around, delivers Eat Defeat, and covers. 1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Naomi and Michin def. Chelsea Green and Piper Niven (9:29)

Naomi slides back into the ring as Michin gets her arm raised. The two celebrate as Chelsea fumes at ringside and Piper looks on, still recovering. Naomi and Michin dance together in the ring, their momentum rising with each victory.

The camera fades into a quiet backstage locker room. The lighting is dim, the silence heavy. Roman Reigns sits on a bench, sweat dripping down his brow, the weight of recent events visible in his eyes. Paul Heyman stands nearby, clutching the folded bloodline towel in his hands, unusually quiet.

Roman Reigns (low tone): You remember how many times we buried Cena, huh?

Heyman doesn't answer. Roman stares ahead, jaw clenched.

Roman Reigns: How many times we made Cody bleed just to remind him where the real top of this food chain was? Now look at us. Look at me.

He looks up at Heyman, eyes dark with frustration and fatigue.

Roman Reigns: They’re standing beside me next week. Not Jimmy. Not Jey. Not Sami. Cena and Cody.

Paul Heyman (softly): Not by choice, my Tribal Chief. By necessity.

Roman exhales deeply. His voice lowers, but it's steady now—less anger, more reflection.

Roman Reigns: Owens made sure I’ve got no one left. Took my blood. Broke my family. And now Fatu... Fatu walks around like he runs the place. Like The Rock’s word is law.

He shakes his head.

Roman Reigns: I don't trust Cena. I don't trust Cody. But I don’t have the luxury of pride anymore. If I want to put Owens down for good, if I want to stop The Rock from rewriting the legacy I built... I’ve got no choice but to fight beside them.

Paul Heyman: And when the dust settles?

Roman Reigns (after a long pause): Then I finish this. All of it. And I remind them who I am.

Roman slowly stands, staring into the distance. Heyman watches him, silently clutching the towel, as the camera fades to black.

Match #3: The Lucha Brothers vs Pretty Deadly

The bell rings and Fénix starts against Elton Prince. Fénix uses his speed to frustrate Prince early on, landing a springboard arm drag and a twisting hurricanrana. Prince scrambles to tag in Kit Wilson, who slows things down with a headlock and clubbing forearm strikes. Wilson gets cocky, mocking the Lucha chants—only for Fénix to tag in Penta, who chops the soul out of Wilson's chest. Penta and Fénix take control with their signature crisp tandem offense: double superkicks, a slingblade by Penta, and a diving foot stomp by Fénix off Penta’s back. Pretty Deadly regroup and take advantage after a distraction, driving Penta shoulder-first into the steel post and isolating him for several minutes. Eventually, Penta makes the hot tag to Fénix who comes flying in with a springboard crossbody, kick combos, and a tight cutter on Prince for a near-fall. Just as it looks like the Luchas are about to hit the Fear Factor, the camera catches movement at ringside—Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa appear from the crowd and jump on the apron, trying to distract the champions. But before they can interfere—The Street Profits’ music hits! Montez Ford and Angelo Dawkins sprint down the ramp and tackle Tama and Loa, brawling with them all the way up the ramp and out of sight. The crowd explodes. Back in the ring, Pretty Deadly try to steal the win with a roll-up and feet on the ropes, but Penta breaks it up. With the momentum back, the Lucha Brothers connect with a rolling thrust kick from Penta and a top-rope double stomp/piledriver combo on Wilson. 1... 2... 3!

Match Results: The Lucha Brothers def. Pretty Deadly (8:52)

Penta and Fénix celebrate, holding their WWE Tag Team Titles high as the crowd roars. They glance toward the stage, knowing the war with the new Bloodline isn't over—but tonight, they walk out still on top.

The camera cuts to the interview area backstage. Kyla Braxton stands ready with a mic in hand as the crowd buzzes in the background.

Kyla Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the woman who will challenge Nia Jax for the WWE Women's Championship in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match later tonight… Bayley.

Bayley steps into frame, dressed in her ring gear and hoodie, radiating confidence. She smirks at the camera as the crowd cheers loudly from the arena.

Kyla Braxton: Bayley, tonight’s match is one of the most dangerous in WWE. Do you feel prepared to face Nia Jax in a TLC match?

Bayley (smirking): Prepared? Kyla, I was born ready for this. I've been through chairs, I've been through ladders, I’ve been through tables — and I’ve been through hell. But tonight? Tonight I go through Nia Jax. And I don’t just beat her… I end this reign of terror she’s been riding for months.

She paces slightly, intense now.

Bayley: She thinks being big makes her unbeatable. But that title doesn’t hang above the ring because of brute strength. It’s gonna take guts, pain tolerance, and the will to climb — and nobody outworks me when gold’s on the line.

Suddenly, the crowd in the arena roars as Sasha Banks steps into frame beside Bayley. Bayley turns to her, surprised but pleased. Sasha is calm, collected, and nodding with support.

Sasha Banks: Let her underestimate you, Bay. Let her think you’re not ruthless enough. But I know better. Tonight? You’ve got this. And when you bring that title home… you remind the world why you’re one of the best to ever do it.

Bayley grins and the two share a confident nod, bumping fists.

Bayley: Thanks, Boss. Now excuse me… I’ve got a ladder to climb and a monster to slay.

Bayley walks off with determination in her stride as Sasha watches her go, arms folded, proud and focused. The camera lingers on Sasha for a moment before fading out.

The arena erupts as LA Knight’s music hits. The crowd shouts “YEAH!” in unison as the charismatic superstar struts down to the ring, microphone already in hand. He climbs in, pacing with a cocky grin, feeding off the energy of the crowd.

LA Knight: Let me talk to ya! YEAH!

Massive pop.

LA Knight: So it looks like I’ve got myself a new challenger for the United States Championship. A man of few words. A man with a bigger scowl than resume. I’m talkin’ about Solo Sikoa. YEAH!

He pauses and shrugs.

LA Knight: Solo Sikoa… The guy who was supposed to carry the Bloodline forward… and then what happened? He lost control. Lost his family. And the big boys had to call in the Final Boss to clean up his mess. YEAH!

The crowd pops again as Knight smirks, shaking his head.

LA Knight: You couldn’t even keep your cousins in line, and now you think you’re gonna take this—

Knight raises the United States Championship proudly.

LA Knight: —from me? Nah, man. You ain’t the Tribal Chief. You ain’t the shot-caller. You’re just the guy who stands in the background, waits for orders, and hopes no one notices you dropped the ball. Again.

Suddenly, the arena darkens slightly and Solo Sikoa’s music hits. The crowd buzzes as Solo steps onto the stage, eyes locked on Knight, jaw clenched. He slowly marches to the ring, mic in hand.

Solo Sikoa: You talk too much.

The crowd “OHHHs” as Solo steps through the ropes.

Solo Sikoa: I’m not here to impress the people. I’m not here to entertain. I’m here to fight. I’m here to hurt people. You just happen to be next.

LA Knight raises his eyebrows and slowly nods.

LA Knight: Oh, I believe you wanna hurt somebody. But guess what? This ain’t the Island of Relevancy anymore. This is LA Knight’s world, and if you’re gonna step into it, just know—your little bloodline already dried up, and your spot’s about to get taken again, YEAH!

Solo grits his teeth, getting in Knight’s face.

LA Knight: You ain’t the tribal chief anymore… these days, you’re barely even a tribal intern.

That last jab sets Solo off. He suddenly lunges and tackles Knight to the mat! The crowd erupts as fists fly — a chaotic brawl breaks out! Knight fights back, the two trading shots wildly. Knight gains momentum, bouncing off the ropes and looking for the BFT—but Solo drops down and slips out of the ring at the last second, backing up the ramp with fury in his eyes. Knight stands tall in the ring, holding up the U.S. Title, breathing heavily as the crowd chants his name.

LA Knight: You want this?! Come take it, tough guy! But you better bring more than a scowl if you’re coming for LA KNIGHT! YEAH!”

Solo stares daggers from the ramp as SmackDown heads to commercial.

The arena buzzes with anticipation as tables, ladders, and chairs surround the ring. Bayley makes her entrance to a strong reaction, tapping the side of her head and pointing to the ceiling, where the title dangles above the ring. The crowd chants her name. Moments later, Nia Jax storms to the ring, championship in hand, flanked by Alexa Bliss who stays at the top of the ramp for now. Nia raises the title, then eyes the carnage-ready landscape around her.

Match #4: Nia Jax vs Bayley – Tables, Ladders and Chairs Match for the WWE Women’s Championship

They lock up in the center of the ring briefly, but the match soon becomes violent. Bayley wastes no time, grabbing a steel chair and charging Nia. She lands a clean shot to the ribs, then to the back, trying to chop down the larger woman. Nia stumbles, but catches Bayley mid-swing and flattens her with a sidewalk slam onto the chair! Nia yells “That all you got?!” and tosses Bayley like a ragdoll across the ring. She rolls out and sets up a table at ringside. Bayley, regrouping, hits a dropkick through the ropes, smashing Nia into the barricade. Bayley pulls out a ladder, slides it into the ring, and sets it up under the title. She begins climbing—Nia pulls her down by the ankle and plants her with a Samoan Drop! Nia sets up two chairs back to back, lifts Bayley for a powerbomb, but Bayley wriggles free and hits a Russian legsweep onto the chairs! Both women are down. Bayley grabs a second ladder, wedges it between the turnbuckle and the middle rope, and slings Nia face-first into it with a hip toss! Bayley starts climbing again, but Nia topples the ladder just in time, and Bayley crashes into the corner. Nia sets up a huge ladder at ringside and brings Bayley to the apron. The crowd rises as Nia teases a super Samoan Drop through a table below. Bayley fights out, elbows her in the jaw, and DDTs Nia onto the apron! Nia rolls off the apron… right onto the table! Bayley sees her opportunity—climbs the turnbuckle—but Nia gets up just in time and launches the ladder like a missile into Bayley’s back, sending her tumbling. Back inside, Nia hits a running leg drop onto a steel chair placed across Bayley’s midsection. She climbs the ladder slowly… Bayley pulls her off into a Bayley-to-Belly—onto the flat of a ladder laid in the ring! Both women are barely moving.

Bayley gets up and sets up four tables outside the ring in a terrifying stacked pattern. She places a ladder bridge from the apron to the barricade. Back inside, she lays Nia across a table and climbs the top rope… Elbow Drop—Nia rolls off! Bayley crashes through the table! Bayley is clutching her ribs. Nia drags her limp body into the ring. She starts to climb the ladder again. Suddenly, Bayley grabs a chair and throws it at Nia’s back! Nia yells in pain, and Bayley hits her with a owerbomb off the ladder! The crowd is on their feet as Bayley slowly starts to climb. She touches the title. But Alexa Bliss runs down the ramp and into the ring! Alexa yanks Bayley off the ladder and hits a DDT on the steel chair! She laughs and screams at Bayley as she helps Nia to her feet. Suddenly—Sasha Banks’ music hits! The roof nearly blows off the arena. Sasha sprints to the ring. Alexa tries to meet her, but Sasha hits the Backstabber! Sasha beats Alexa up with a steel chair as she screams in agony. Sasha sets Alexa up on a table and puts her through it with a Meteora! Bayley starts climbing again. Sasha watches, then slowly steps toward the ladder. Bayley is fingertips from the title. Sasha grabs the ladder… and SMILES. The crowd gasps. Bayley realizes too late— SASHA PUSHES THE DAMN LADDER!!! Bayley flies off the top, crashing through the four stacked tables outside with a brutal CRACK!!! The crowd erupts into shocked silence. Medical officials immediately rush over. Sasha stands at the ropes, watching the chaos below. Her face is unreadable—until she turns to the camera with a sinister smirk. She walks up the ramp without looking back.

Nia Jax recovers and crawls toward the ladder again, wounded but aware. Then—IT’S TIFFY TIME!!! Tiffany Stratton’s music hits! She storms down the ramp with the Money in the Bank briefcase in hand. The crowd roars. Tiffany BLASTS Nia with the briefcase across the head, knocking her out cold. She hands the briefcase to the referee.

OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: Tiffany Stratton is cashing in her Money in the Bank contract!!!

The crowd is on fire. Tiffany sets up a table, drags Nia on top of it, climbs the top rope… PRETTIEST MOONSAULT EVER—THROUGH THE TABLE! She grabs a ladder, sets it up, climbs rung by rung…Tiffany Stratton unhooks the title! NEW CHAMPION!!!

Match Results: Tiffany Stratton def. Nia Jax and Bayley – New WWE Women’s Champion (23:47)

The crowd erupts in cheers as Tiffany Stratton is announced as the new WWE Women’s Champion! The camera captures Tiffany standing atop the ladder, holding the championship in the air as pyro explodes around her. Refs are still tending to Bayley at ringside. Nia lays in the wreckage of the table, unmoving. Alexa is slumped near the barricade. Tiffany poses on the top rope, pointing at herself, yelling “IT’S TIFFY TIME!” The scene fades on Tiffany Stratton, champion at last, as behind her lay the wreckage of chaos, betrayal, and carnage. The Center of the Universe… is now the Champion of the WWE.

Next week on SmackDown:
- John Cena, Cody Rhodes and Roman Reigns vs Jacob Fatu, Randy Orton and Kevin Owens
- LA Knight and the Lucha Brothers vs The Bloodline (Solo Sikoa, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa)
- Sasha Banks explains her actions
And more!!!

WWE PLE Schedule:
- 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)

Stojy · Saturday at 12:51 AM

Another top notch episode of Smackdown here. Both shows are strong, really, but SD has these AMAZING episodes like it did a few weeks back as well which are awesome. Starting off with the main event scene, I thought maybe Cody could have spoken a little more before being interrupted but that's real nit picky. Owens interrupting leading to the two on one was done well enough, and as the brawl escalated, obviously Roman helping is a huge moment, but then CENA getting involved is an epic moment for sure. Really fun stuff. Enjoyed Owens being furious with Aldis afterwards. I will say surely a team of Cody, Roman and Cena HAS to win next week right? I really enjoyed seeing Roman's feelings afterwards in his chat with Heyman. This is a means to an end but he knows there's plenty to do. Just think everything with this hit the mark.

Nak beating Gargano makes sense from a booking perspective and was fine. The betrayal is still Raw so Gargano being distracted by Ciampa and letting his guard down works. I also think since Ciampa and Nak are a newly established unit, it's important they look really good initially to build them up as a threat.

And just as I thought Cena couldn't be topped, holy shit at the Womens Title situation. Nia and Bayley's promos beforehand were the perfect hype for the main event, especially with Sasha showing up. The ending of that match though... Wow. Sasha turning on Bayley is a HUGE moment, setting up a huge blood feud, but wow. On top of that, Tiffy cashes in and is the new champion. Just really compelling stuff. I enjoyed this tremendously. When I take a step back and try and be a little more analytical, maybe I could argue that Sasha's turn will most likely be forgotten on a night which also featured Tiffy cashing in and Cena returning. But as a one off show, this was just such a fun sequence of events.

Naomi and Michin beating Chelsea and Piper was fine enough. Felt like a cool down moment in an otherwise jam packed show. No real other comments to make. And I've no issues with the tag champs getting a strong win over Pretty Deadly also. Never ending wrong with your champs looking strong.

Finally, I really enjoyed the Knight/Solo segment. This felt like it adds some real heat to their program which is good. On a bigger picture level, Knight hit that nerve around Solo not being the boss, and it clearly impacted him, leading to the brawl. I think whilst this works for heat for this short term US Title feud, it makes me even more excited for the long term direction of Solo. Great stuff.

A really, really strong show.

WrestlingMad · 2025-10-28T06:20:08-0400

Monday Night Raw
December 23rd 2024

The show kicks off with a thunderous reaction as “Demon in Your Dreams” hits and the crowd roars to their feet. The former Women’s World Champion Rhea Ripley walks out onto the stage, slow and deliberate, dressed in black with a fire in her eyes. The scars of war still fresh from her brutal Falls Count Anywhere victory over Raquel Rodriguez last week. Rhea steps into the ring, grabs a microphone, and stands center stage under the spotlight as the crowd chants “MAMI! MAMI!”

Rhea Ripley: Y’know, when I came back… I didn’t come back to play games.

She paces, eyes scanning the crowd.

Rhea Ripley: I came back to remind everyone exactly who the hell I am. And last week, I reminded Raquel Rodriguez when I dropped her through a table and pinned her right outside this ring. But there’s still one piece left. One thing I haven’t settled. One problem that’s been crawling under my skin for almost a year…

The crowd starts to buzz in anticipation.

Rhea Ripley: Liv Morgan.

The crowd erupts.

Rhea Ripley: Liv, this all started last year when you took me out. You injured me. You forced me to vacate the Women’s World Championship. That title was everything I fought for — and you made sure I couldn’t even defend it. But you didn’t stop there, did you?

Rhea’s voice grows colder.

Rhea Ripley: No… at SummerSlam, you took something else. You took Dominik. You took Judgment Day. You took what I built. What I led. You slithered your way into everything I created and tried to make it yours.

Rhea looks directly into the camera.

Rhea Ripley: I’ve had enough of the mind games. Enough of the ambushes. Enough of the whispers. Liv, it’s time to end this. Once and for all.

She takes a step forward.

Rhea Ripley: So I’m challenging you. Two weeks from tonight. First RAW of 2025. You and me… inside a Steel Cage. No interference. No escape. No Judgment Day. No backup. Just us. And the only way out... is through me.

The crowd erupts into cheers and “YES!” chants as Rhea lowers the mic—but before she can continue, the lights flicker slightly and “Livin’ Large” hits. Liv Morgan struts onto the stage with a mic in hand, wearing a sly smirk and her signature leather jacket. The crowd reacts with a chorus of mixed cheers and boos. Liv raises the mic, tilting her head.

Liv Morgan: Aww, Mami wants her revenge. Poor thing.

She steps closer toward the ring.

Liv Morgan: You keep talking about what I took from you. Your title. Your man. Your precious Judgment Day. But you wanna know the truth, Rhea? You didn’t lose all that because of me. You lost it because deep down, you knew you couldn’t hold onto it anymore. And guess what? I just… sped things up a little.

The crowd gasps as Rhea glares daggers.

Liv Morgan: And now you want me in a steel cage? You think that scares me?

Liv climbs up the steel steps and leans on the ropes, face to face now.

Liv Morgan: You’re on.

The crowd erupts in cheers. Rhea nods slowly, eyes never leaving Liv’s.

Rhea Ripley: Good. Because in two weeks, I’m not just walking into that cage to fight you, Liv… I’m walking in to finish you.

Liv smirks again.

Liv Morgan: You better. Because if you don’t… I will.

The tension is thick. Liv slowly backs away, leaving Rhea standing tall in the ring, eyes locked with her future opponent.

Match #1: Bron Breakker vs Chad Gable – WWE Intercontinental Championship

They tie up center ring—Gable uses his amateur wrestling background to slip behind and take Breakker down with a waistlock takedown. He floats over into a front facelock, grinding Breakker to the mat. Bron powers up and throws Gable off with raw strength, sending him halfway across the ring. Gable pops back up with a smirk, impressed by the champ’s power. Breakker charges—Gable drop toeholds him and goes for the ankle! He tries to cinch in an early Ankle Lock, but Bron scrambles to the ropes and rolls out to recover. Gable doesn’t let up—he hits a running dropkick through the ropes, staggering Bron on the outside. Gable climbs to the top rope and hits a flying cannonball to the floor, taking Breakker down! Back in the ring, Gable hits a diving crossbody for a close two-count. He hits a rolling German suplex with a bridge—another near-fall. Gable keeps on the pressure with a dragon screw and begins working over Bron’s knee, trying to ground the champion.

He targets the leg with stomps and a shinbreaker, then locks in a modified knee bar in the center of the ring. Bron roars in pain but powers out, lifting Gable off the mat and slamming him with a spinebuster. The tide turns. Breakker goes on a rampage—he hits Gable with a belly-to-belly suplex, then another, then a Frankensteiner off the ropes to a massive pop. He stalks Gable, barking and slamming the mat. Gable ducks a clothesline and hits a rolling kick to the knee. He charges again—Breakker cuts him off with a huge powerslam! 1… 2… no! Gable kicks out! Bron can’t believe it. He sets up for the Gorilla Press Slam, but Gable slips out—Ankle Lock! Center of the ring! The crowd is on their feet! Breakker claws, desperate, and eventually rolls through—sending Gable face-first into the turnbuckle. Bron explodes with a Spear, cutting Gable in half. 1… 2… 3.

Match Results: Bron Breakker def. Chad Gable – Still WWE Intercontinental Champion (14:25)

Jackie Redmond stands ready with a mic in front of a WWE backdrop. Beside her are The Miz and R-Truth, both dressed sharply but with a serious edge. Truth has a slight limp and a taped-up shoulder after his brutal No Holds Barred Match weeks ago.

Jackie Redmond: Please welcome my guests at this time… The Miz and R-Truth. Miz, let’s start with you. You came up short against Bron Breakker at Saturday Night’s Main Event for the Intercontinental Championship. Where does that leave you moving forward?

The Miz (smirking, defiant): Jackie, I didn’t come up short. I came up this close to ending Breakker’s little wrecking ball tour of RAW. But mark my words, it’s not over. The Intercontinental Championship deserves to be held by someone with class, with charisma—someone who isn’t just a muscled-up gorilla who grunts and throws people through furniture. That’s me. And I’m not done chasing that title.

Jackie Redmond: And Truth, you’ve been out of action since that brutal No Holds Barred match with Breakker. How are you feeling?

R-Truth (smiling faintly): I’m beat up, Jackie. I won’t lie. My ribs? Still sore. My neck? Feels like I got hit by a bus. But you know what? I’m still standing. Bron may’ve broken a few things… but he didn’t break me. And Miz? That’s my brother. We’ve been through it before. And now? We’re back.

Before Jackie can ask another question, The New Day – Kofi Kingston and Xavier Woods – walk into frame. The mood shifts.

Xavier Woods (mocking): Aww, look at this. Miz and Truth, reunited. So heartwarming. What is this, 2011 again?

Kofi Kingston: Truth, you say you’re still standing, but last time we saw you, you were getting carted out like yesterday’s trash.

The Miz (stepping forward): You two still think this is a joke? You’re out here playing cosplay while the rest of us are fighting for something real. You want to make this personal?

R-Truth (serious now): You want to see if we still got it? Come find out tonight in that ring.

The crowd cheers in the background.

Xavier Woods (grinning): Oh, we will. Hope you brought more than just punchlines, old heads.

Kofi Kingston: See you tonight.

New Day walks off with smug looks. Miz adjusts his jacket, R-Truth nods silently. The tension is thick.

The Miz (to Jackie): Time to remind the world why we’re A-Listers. Show’s over for the clowns.

Fade out as Miz and Truth head off to prepare.

Match #2: Asuka w/Kairi Sane vs Lyra Valkyria

The bell rings and Asuka circles Lyra with that signature intensity, Kairi Sane grinning menacingly at ringside. Lyra, unfazed, keeps her distance, light on her feet. They lock up. Asuka gains the early advantage with a wrist lock, twisting Lyra down to a knee, but Lyra rolls through and counters into a quick arm drag. Asuka pops back up, snarls, and throws a sharp spinning back kick—Lyra ducks and answers with a dropkick that sends Asuka stumbling back. Asuka rolls out of the ring to regroup. Kairi whispers something to her in Japanese. Asuka re-enters, now more aggressive. She charges Lyra, unloading with forearms and a snap German suplex. She follows with a hip attack into the corner, then a spinning roundhouse kick for a near fall. Lyra shows heart, kicking out and slowly rising. She hits a spinning heel kick of her own and connects with a fisherman suplex. Two-count only. Lyra climbs the ropes, looking for a high-risk move—but Kairi hops onto the apron. The distraction is enough for Asuka to recover, rush the corner, and land a palm strike to Lyra’s jaw. Asuka climbs up and delivers a top rope superplex. Both women crash to the mat. Asuka gets to her feet first. She signals for the end, hits a rapid series of strikes, and finishes with the Buzzsaw Kick. Lyra drops. Cover—1...2...3.

Match Results: Asuka def. Lyra Valkyria (9:31)

Asuka stands over Lyra, triumphant, but her expression quickly turns sinister. Kairi enters the ring with a wicked smile, and the two begin to stomp Lyra down without mercy. Kairi hits a running elbow drop to Lyra’s ribs. Asuka grabs Lyra by the hair and yells in Japanese.

Suddenly, Dakota Kai’s music hits, and the crowd cheers. Dakota rushes down to the ring, clearly conflicted. She slides in and steps between Lyra and Asuka/Kairi.

Dakota Kai: What are you doing?! Stop this!

Asuka, breathing heavily, pulls Lyra to her knees and holds her still.

Asuka (in broken English): You want be with us? Then hit her! HIT HER!

Dakota looks down at Lyra, then at Kairi, then back to Asuka. Her hands shake.

Dakota Kai: ...I'm not doing this.

She backs away, disappointment and pain in her eyes. Kairi screams in Japanese. Asuka stares a hole through Dakota as she leaves the ring and walks up the ramp, unable to look back. Asuka lets go of Lyra and snarls toward the ramp as Dakota disappears backstage. Kairi and Asuka stand over Lyra again—but this time, they don’t strike. Instead, Asuka kneels and whispers something in Lyra’s ear… before laughing and leaving with Kairi at her side.

The crowd roars as Sheamus’ theme hits and the Celtic Warrior marches down to the ring, mic in hand, eyes full of fire. He doesn’t pose. No theatrics tonight. He’s here for a fight.

Sheamus: Alright, enough waitin’ around. I know he’s here. I asked for this. I begged Adam Pearce to lift that suspension, and now… Bronson Reed is in the building.

The crowd pops in anticipation.

Sheamus: You took me out. You tried to end me. But I’m still standin’. And now I want you to do what you do best—come out here and try it again. Let’s see if you’re man enough when I’m ready for it. I’m right here, fella.

A tense beat… then the arena lights flicker red for a moment before Bronson Reed’s music hits. The crowd reacts loud as the "Aus-Zilla" storms onto the stage, scowling with intensity. He marches toward the ring with no hesitation. Sheamus doesn’t wait. He throws the mic down, exits the ring, and charges up the ramp. They meet halfway and immediately start throwing fists.

The brawl is on.

Fists fly as the crowd erupts. Sheamus throws Reed into the steel steps, but Reed quickly bounces back and sends Sheamus shoulder-first into the barricade. Referees and officials rush out trying to separate them, but neither man wants to stop. Reed shoves three officials out of his way and tackles Sheamus clean THROUGH THE BARRICADE with a thunderous crash! Debris and bodies fly as both men lie in the rubble. “Holy sht!” chants break out as trainers rush in. Bronson Reed sits up first, chest heaving, eyes wild. He glares at Sheamus, still lying amidst the wreckage. Then, with a smirk, Reed stands and backs away slowly as the crowd boos loudly. RAW goes to commercial with Sheamus being checked on and Reed staring down from the ramp, proud of the chaos he’s caused.

The camera cuts backstage where Jackie Redmond stands with a mic in hand. Beside her, the full might of The Judgment Day looms: Finn Bálor, AJ Styles, JD McDonagh, Dominik Mysterio, Liv Morgan, and Raquel Rodriguez. All of them are dressed and ready for action, radiating menace.

Jackie Redmond: I'm joined right now by The Judgment Day, and Finn, up next, you, AJ Styles, and Dominik Mysterio step into the ring for a six-man tag team match against Carlito, Joaquin Wilde, and Cruz Del Toro. What’s the strategy going into this one?

Finn steps forward first, cocky smirk on his face.

Finn Bálor: Strategy? Jackie, it’s not about strategy when you’re dealing with amateurs. We run RAW. We dominate. And tonight, we remind everybody exactly why.

AJ Styles adjusts his gloves and chimes in next.

AJ Styles: Carlito stuck his nose in our business. Suddenly, he wants to friends with the LWO again? Tonight, I show Carlito that there’s no redemption for traitors.

Dominik, standing smugly with Liv by his side, chuckles.

Dominik Mysterio: And Wilde and Del Toro? They don’t stand a chance. This is Judgment Day’s house now. And me? I’m just getting warmed up.

JD McDonagh nods approvingly, silently observing. Then Liv Morgan leans forward, arms crossed, eyes locked on the camera.

Liv Morgan: Let’s be real… the Judgment Day doesn’t lose. We break people. Tonight’s just the next beatdown. And I love a good beatdown.

Raquel steps in behind her, arms folded, stone-faced.

Raquel Rodriguez: Just ask Rhea Ripley what happens when people get in our way.

Jackie starts to speak again but Finn cuts her off with a smirk.

Finn Bálor: We’ll be back in a few minutes, Jackie. But don’t blink. You won’t want to miss this masterpiece.

With that, Judgment Day walks off toward the curtain, fully confident.

Match #3: The Judgment Day (Finn Balor, AJ Styles and Dominik Mysterio) vs Joaquim Wilde, Cruz Del Toro and Carlito

The match begins with Finn Bálor and Cruz Del Toro locking up. Bálor quickly takes control with a headlock takedown, grinding Cruz into the mat. Cruz fights up and breaks free, using his speed to hit a dazzling springboard arm drag and a dropkick that sends Finn to his corner. Styles tags himself in. AJ rushes in and immediately eats a spinning heel kick. Cruz tags in Wilde, who picks up the pace with a flurry of offense—snapmare, dropkick, standing moonsault. The crowd is hot as Wilde covers—1... 2... kickout! Styles grabs Wilde by the hair and drives him into the Judgment Day corner, tagging in Dominik. Dom comes in cocky, slapping Wilde and trash-talking. Wilde fires up, unleashing a flurry of rights and lefts, and lands a jumping enzuigiri. The crowd pops as Wilde dives and tags in Carlito!

Carlito is on fire—springboard back elbow to Dominik, clothesline to Bálor, a spinebuster to Styles. He lines up Dom and hits the Backstabber! He goes for the cover—1... 2... Bálor breaks it up! Suddenly, JD McDonagh and Liv Morgan appear on the ramp, walking with purpose toward ringside. The referee is distracted by JD shouting on the apron. Wilde goes to intercept him, but Liv grabs Wilde’s ankle from the outside, allowing Dominik to blindside him with a cheap shot. Meanwhile, Cruz climbs the top rope for a dive—but AJ Styles leaps up and knocks him off balance. Cruz crashes to the mat. Carlito tries to even the odds, but Bálor hits a slingblade, followed by a running dropkick into the corner. Finn climbs the top rope and connects with the Coup de Grace on Carlito. Styles takes out Cruz on the floor, and Dominik pins Carlito. 1... 2... 3.

Match Results: The Judgment Day def. Wilde, Toro and Carlito (11:18)

JD and Liv clap as Judgment Day regroups inside the ring, raising each other’s arms in victory. Carlito, Wilde, and Del Toro regroup on the outside, frustrated but not beaten down. The message from Judgment Day is clear: they’re unified, focused—and always watching.

The arena is electric as Seth Rollins’ music hits. The crowd sings along, but there’s an undercurrent of tension in the air. Rollins struts out in a leather jacket. He enters the ring and soaks in the song until the music fades and the crowd takes over with loud chants:

CROWD: CM PUNK! CM PUNK! CM PUNK!

Seth smirks bitterly, shaking his head as he slowly raises the mic.

Seth Rollins: Yeah. Yeah, chant his name. Cheer for the man who walked out on you. The man who couldn’t handle the pressure and quit when it got too real. Chant for the man who thinks he's still relevant in my world.

The crowd pops at the mention of Punk, and Rollins begins pacing.

Seth Rollins: Let’s rewind for a second. Survivor Series. CM Punk had the match of his life — and he still choked. You see, I didn’t screw Punk out of the World Heavyweight Championship… I gave him a reality check. I reminded the world — and him — that he’s not the best in the world. Not anymore.

The crowd boos, but Rollins keeps going.

Seth Rollins: When I stepped in that ring and stomped his head into the floor, it wasn’t about jealousy. It wasn’t about ego. It was about justice. Because I refuse to sit back and watch a man who made a living trashing this place waltz in and take opportunities away from the ones who never left.

The boos shift into chants of “CM PUNK!” again. Rollins chuckles.

Seth Rollins: You want him so bad? You want your messiah of misfits? Well let me remind you of something — this man left you. He abandoned this place. Walked out on all of you. And now you cheer him like he's some returning king? Give me a break.

Suddenly, “Cult of Personality” blasts through the speakers. The roof nearly blows off as CM Punk steps out onto the stage with a mic in hand and a focused look in his eyes. The crowd roars as the music fades and Punk begins to walk down the ramp, talking as he walks.

CM Punk: You’re right about one thing, Seth. I did leave. And I’ve got the scars to prove why. But you know what? I came back — not for money, not for fame — but because I have unfinished business. And you? You just painted a target on your back by putting your nose where it didn’t belong.

Punk enters the ring and stares Rollins down.

CM Punk: You talk about loyalty, about being here every week, about fighting for this place? You don’t know the first damn thing about sacrifice. You were handed the keys while I had to break down every door with blood, sweat and fire.

Seth scoffs, raising the mic.

Seth Rollins: Oh please. You sacrificed everything... for your ego. You want credit for bleeding a little, crying a lot, and quitting when it got too hard? Nah, man. That ain't heart. That's cowardice.

CM Punk: And yet here I am — standing in front of you. I don’t need your respect. I didn’t come here to win your approval, Seth. I came here to finish what I started. And I’ve got one goal in mind: to burn everything down until you’re the one crawling out the back door, just like you accuse me of doing.

Seth steps closer, nose to nose with Punk.

Seth Rollins: You want a fight? In two weeks. First Raw of 2025 — me and you. Let’s see if you can finally finish something you start.

CM Punk: Alright. January 6th. The world sees exactly what happens… when a visionary meets the second city savior. See you there.

The crowd erupts as the two men stare each other down, neither backing down. Raw cuts to commercial with the tension at a boiling point.

The screen fades in from black. We see Braun Strowman seated in an eerie, dimly lit space — possibly a basement or an abandoned cabin. His eyes are locked on the camera. Shadows dance across his face, and a storm rages faintly in the distance outside. The mood is heavy, unsettling. There’s a low, metallic creaking sound in the background, like something hanging from the ceiling nearby.

Braun Strowman (speaking slowly, voice rough and low): House of Broken Minds…

He pauses, a sick smirk crawling across his face.

Braun Strowman: You dragged me into your nightmare, Howdy. You thought the darkness would consume me. You thought I'd lose myself in that rotting tomb of screams and ghosts... but I thrive in the dark. I was born in the chaos.

Strowman stands up, his massive frame filling the room. He begins pacing slowly, running a hand across the moldy brick wall beside him.

Braun Strowman: You left scars, Howdy. You made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time — rage... pure, raw rage. But this? This ain’t finished. That house of yours? It didn’t break me. It woke something up.

He stares directly into the lens, eyes wide, breathing heavier now.

Braun Strowman: This ends one way — not in a dream... not in a vision... but in a war. You call yourself a monster in shadows? Then I’ll be the one that rips those shadows apart.

Strowman cracks his neck, steps closer to the camera, intensity growing with every word.

Braun Strowman: Next week... RAW... I want you, Howdy. One more time. No tricks. No hiding in the dark. Just you... and me. In a Last Monster Standing match.

He leans in, his voice now a growl, his eyes unblinking.

Braun Strowman: Let’s find out who the real monster is… when the lights go out for good.

The camera flickers violently, and the screen suddenly cuts to black — the last thing heard is Braun’s growling breath and the faint, creaking echo from the room.

Match #4: New Day vs The Miz and R-Truth

The crowd is red-hot as R-Truth and Kofi Kingston start things off. Truth surprises Kofi with a flurry of fast offense — a flying hip toss followed by a split and a quick dropkick. Miz tags in and joins Truth for a double back elbow. They strike a pose, but Xavier Woods distracts the referee, giving Kofi the chance to rake Miz’s eyes. Woods tags in and delivers a gutbuster to Miz, followed by a rolling senton. The New Day isolate Miz, keeping him in their corner with sharp tags and underhanded tactics. Woods taunts Truth while stomping Miz down in the corner. Kofi connects with a Boom Drop, but Miz kicks out at two. Miz eventually fights back, countering Trouble in Paradise with a DDT. The crowd roars as he dives for the tag — and gets it! R-Truth storms in, taking down both members of New Day with flying clotheslines and a spinning scissor kick. He hits a Lie Detector on Kofi for a near fall. Woods pulls Miz off the apron and slams him into the barricade while the ref is distracted. Back in the ring, Kofi evades the scissors kick and tags Woods. They nail Midnight Hour on Truth. 1...2...3.

Match Results: New Day def. The Miz and R-Truth (7:54)

Kofi and Woods aren’t done. As Truth tries to sit up, they pounce on him again, stomping him down in the center of the ring. Miz tries to intervene but is quickly overwhelmed, tossed shoulder-first into the steel ring post. The boos grow louder — until the music of the Motor City Machine Guns hits! The World Tag Team Champions sprint down the ramp. Kofi and Woods immediately bail, leaping the barricade and disappearing into the crowd, smirking as they escape the wrath of the champions. Sabin and Shelley check on Miz and Truth, standing tall in the ring as the crowd cheers. The tag champs look out into the crowd where New Day stares back, smirking, the tension rising with every second.

The camera cuts to the backstage area where Jackie Redmond stands by with Damian Priest, who’s dressed in his ring gear with a black leather vest, radiating confidence and intensity. The crowd in the arena reacts loudly as his image appears on the screen.

Jackie Redmond: Damian, in just four weeks, you challenge Gunther for the World Heavyweight Championship at Saturday Night’s Main Event. But tonight, you face another tough opponent — Drew McIntyre. How are you approaching a match like this, so close to the biggest opportunity of your career?

Damian Priest: (calm but intense) Jackie, this isn’t just another match. It’s about sending a message — to Drew, to Gunther, and to anyone watching who thinks I’m not ready.

He looks down briefly, gathering his words before locking eyes with the camera.

Damian Priest: For months, I watched Judgment Day crumble from the inside. I watched so-called allies turn their backs, talk behind mine. And now that I’m finally free of the baggage, I’m clearer, more dangerous, and more focused than I’ve ever been.

The crowd cheers in the background.

Damian Priest: Drew McIntyre is a beast. A warrior. But tonight, he’s just a step on the path. A warm-up for January 25th. Because when I walk into that ring with Gunther, I’m walking in not just to fight… but to finish.

Priest leans closer to the camera.

Damian Priest: Gunther prides himself on dominance, on respect through brutality. But respect? That’s earned. And come Saturday Night’s Main Event, I’ll earn it the only way that matters — by putting his shoulders on the mat… and walking out World Heavyweight Champion.

He gives a sharp nod and walks off, leaving Jackie watching him exit, impressed and slightly stunned as we fade to black.

The lights dim. “Stars in the Night” blasts through the arena for the second week in a row. The crowd erupts with deafening cheers. Paige walks onto the stage slowly, soaking in the moment, visibly emotional. She places a hand over her heart and mouths “Thank you” to the crowd before walking to the ring. Inside the ring, the fans serenade her with “This is your house!” chants. She grabs the mic and lets the noise settle before speaking, her voice trembling with emotion.

Paige: (softly) I... I don’t really know how to start this. Except... thank you. (she takes a breath) Seven years ago, I stood in this ring and I was told... I’d never wrestle again. That this place — this ring, this crowd, this family — was no longer my home. I was twenty-five years old. Twenty-five. And just like that, my entire world was ripped away from me.

Paige pauses, crowd chants “Welcome back!”.

Paige: But I didn’t quit. I couldn’t. Because this — WWE — this is home. No matter where I went, no matter what I did, there was always a voice in the back of my mind saying: You’ll be back. You belong there. (crowd cheers) I went searching for something. I went to the competition and I found pieces of myself there. I proved I could still fight. I proved I could still lead. But something was always missing. The noise wasn’t quite the same. The energy wasn’t quite the same. And deep down... I knew I wasn’t done here.

Paige wipes a tear.

Paige: I knew I had unfinished business in this ring. Where I made history. Where I became history. (Crowd chants “You deserve it!”) And last week… I felt that fire again. I looked Becky Lynch in the eyes, and I reminded her who the hell I am. I reminded all of you… that Paige is back. Not as a manager, not as a talk show host, not as a nostalgia act. But as a wrestler. As a fighter. And as a damn champion-in-waiting.

Crowd roars.

Paige: I’ve been the outcast. I’ve been the forgotten one. But now I’m here to remind this locker room… I’m not just part of WWE history. I am WWE history. And I didn’t come back to just smile and wave. I came back for that Women’s World Championship.

Becky Lynch’s music hits. The crowd boos as the Women’s World Champion struts out, smug and condescending, title slung over her shoulder. She claps slowly as she walks out and stays on top of the ramp.

Becky Lynch: (sarcastically) Oh, what a moment. What a speech. I’m touched. Really. You went on a little adventure, tried your luck elsewhere, got your little round of applause… and now you’re back. That’s cute. (boos) You think you can just waltz back in here, hop over everyone who’s been busting their asses, and jump the line because you said a few nice words and threw a DDT? (leans in close) This isn’t 2014, love. This is my ring now. My era. I’ve beaten them all. Main-evented WrestleMania. Carried this division while you were playing GM and cosplaying as a rebel somewhere else.

Paige: You say this is your era, Becky? You say you carried this division? Sweetheart, I built this division. Before there was a Man, there was a Revolution. My revolution. You walked through the door I kicked down.

Crowd pops.

Paige: And if you really think I’m just here for nostalgia, for one last run, think again. I didn’t fight through surgeries, doubt, and seven damn years of being told ‘no’ to stand here and be disrespected by someone who thinks a leather jacket and a catchphrase make her a legend.

Becky Lynch: You think last week meant something? That was the last time you ever touched me, Paige. Because the next time you lay a finger on me… (she leans in close) …I’ll make sure it’s the last time. I’ll break your neck — for good.

The crowd gasps. Paige’s smile fades into a cold stare.

Paige: You’re scared. You won’t say it out loud, but I can see it in your eyes. You know your time’s almost up — and that I’m the one to take it from you.

Paige: You better hold that championship real tight, Becky. Because I’ve waited seven years to take it back. And when I do... the last thing you’ll hear is: This is my house.

Drop mic. Crowd erupts as Paige poses in the ring while Becky fumes on the ramp.

Match #5: Damian Priest vs Drew McIntyre

The bell rings. The atmosphere is tense as two titans of Raw square up. They circle briefly before locking up in the center of the ring—two bulls colliding. The initial struggle ends with Drew overpowering Priest and backing him into the corner. The referee counts, and Drew gives a clean break—then delivers a quick, mocking slap to Priest’s chest. Priest smiles, nodding. Then he explodes with a big right hand! Drew responds. They brawl in the center—right hands, forearms, body shots. Priest ducks under one and lands a sharp spinning heel kick, stunning Drew. Priest takes control early, backing McIntyre into the ropes and delivering knees to the midsection. He hits the ropes and charges with a leaping back elbow, knocking Drew to the mat. Cover: 1… 2… Drew kicks out. Priest lifts Drew up and hits a flatliner into the mat. Another cover, another kick-out. He wastes no time—climbs the second rope and goes for a diving spinning wheel kick, but Drew sidesteps. McIntyre bounces off the ropes and drops Priest with a lariat, then another! He hoists Priest with ease and plants him with a belly-to-belly overhead suplex, sending the Archer of Infamy halfway across the ring. The crowd roars as Drew roars louder. Priest staggers to his feet and walks into a neckbreaker. Drew kips up, grabs Priest by the arm, and plants him with a Future Shock DDT out of nowhere!

But Drew doesn’t go for the cover. He crawls into the corner, slaps the mat, and screams, “Three! Two! One!” He charges for the Claymore—but Priest collapses before Drew can connect. Drew stops cold, frustrated. He picks Priest up, but Priest shoves him away and hits a sudden leaping leg lariat! Both men are down again. They stir slowly. Priest crawls to the ropes while Drew pulls himself up in the corner. Priest charges and connects with a leaping corner elbow, then hooks Drew and hits a Broken Arrow in the center of the ring! Priest covers: 1… 2… NO! Drew kicks out! The crowd is rocking now. Priest shakes his head, frustration mounting. He signals for South of Heaven, pulling Drew up by the jaw. He lifts Drew…but Drew slips out and connects with a sudden Glasgow Kiss headbutt! Priest stumbles—Claymore attempt!—Priest ducks under it and counters with a rolling elbow! Drew staggers, dazed. Priest grabs him by the throat—SOUTH OF HEAVEN CHOKESLAM! The ring shakes as Drew crashes to the mat. Priest hooks the leg deep: 1… 2… 3!

Match Results: Damian Priest def. Drew McIntyre (17:35)

Damian Priest has his hand raised by the referee, sweat dripping from his brow, his chest heaving after a brutal battle with Drew McIntyre. Priest walks to the ropes, signaling to the crowd, reminding them who’s the next World Heavyweight Champion. But suddenly—BAM! Gunther slides into the ring from behind and clobbers Priest in the back of the head with a brutal forearm! The crowd erupts in boos as Priest drops to one knee, dazed. Gunther wastes no time — he yanks Priest up by the hair, spins him around, and locks in a suffocating sleeper hold, wrapping his massive arms around Priest’s throat! Priest thrashes violently, trying to break free, but Gunther cinches the hold in tighter, wrenching back with surgical precision. The referee tries to intervene, but Gunther shoves him away with a glare. Priest begins to fade, dropping to both knees as Gunther lowers him to the mat, never releasing the choke. The crowd is shouting in anger and concern. Priest’s eyes flutter. He’s out. Priest is unconscious. Gunther slowly releases the hold, rising to his feet with eerie calm. He adjusts his jacket sleeve, then lifts his World Heavyweight Championship high into the air over Priest’s limp body. No words. No gesture. Just dominance. As Raw goes off the air, Gunther stands tall, the ring littered with chaos — a clear message sent: The Ring General gives no warnings. Only consequences.

Next week on RAW:
- Uncle Howdy vs Braun Strowman in a Last Monster Standing Match
- Ludwig Kaiser vs Sheamus vs Pete Dunne in a Triple Threat No.1 Contender's Match for the Intercontinental Championship
- Kairi Sane vs Lyra Valkyria
- AJ Styles vs Carlito
And More!!!

In TWO WEEKS on RAW (January 6th):
- Seth Rollins vs CM Punk
- Rhea Ripley vs Liv Morgan in a Steel Cage Match
And More!!!

Saturday Night's Main Event (January 25th 2025) - Updated Card
- Gunther vs Damian Priest for the World Heavyweight Championship

WWE PLE Schedule:
- 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)

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