The Vision’s music hits. Paul Heyman leads Bron Breakker, Bronson Reed and Logan Paul down the ramp. Heyman is smug, clutching the mic like it is gospel. Bron stalks behind him, radiating intensity. Logan Paul films the crowd with his phone, smirking. Reed looms as the silent enforcer.

Paul Heyman:
“Happy New Year. Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the year of The Vision. Forget Christmas forget your little traditions forget everything you thought you knew about this industry because tonight a new star is born.”

“Bron Breakker the next generation the present the future becomes your World Heavyweight Champion. When Bron took out Seth Rollins he did not just make a statement he began a journey. A journey down the path. The path that leads to titles to main eventing WrestleMania to greatness. And no one no one can stop him.”

Adam Pearce’s music hits. He walks out with authority mic in hand no nonsense.

Adam Pearce:
“Paul Paul Paul this match with CM Punk tonight is on hold. And you know that because I told you last week.”

“You may be right maybe Bron Breakker is on the path to greatness. But as for someone stopping him well Paul that someone is you.”

“Unless you tell me right now who attacked CM Punk at Survivor Series there is no title shot. No Bron Breakker vs CM Punk. Not until you give me the name.”

Bron snatches the mic from Heyman pacing like a caged animal.

Bron Breakker:
“Adam listen. I do not know who you think you are but unless you want me to wreck this arena tonight I suggest you put up and shut up. I will be facing Punk tonight and I will win that title.”

Heyman gently takes the mic back calming Bron with a hand on his chest. He speaks slowly smugly.

Paul Heyman:
“Mr Pearce if I may. You say you want to know who attacked CM Punk. But surely that is not going to help anyone tonight. We can have a discussion in private perhaps. But not here. Not like this.”

Adam Pearce:
“Paul I have made myself more than clear. The name or no title match. It is up to you now. You have one hour.”

Pearce drops the mic turns and walks back up the ramp with authority. The Vision fume in the ring Heyman clutching his head Bron pacing like a bull ready to charge.

Michael Cole:
“Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Monday Night Raw. And what a way to kick off 2026. Adam Pearce laying down the law.”

Pat McAfee:
“Heyman thought he could talk his way into a title match but Pearce is not playing games. He wants answers about Survivor Series and until he gets them Bron Breakker’s shot at CM Punk is in jeopardy.”

Michael Cole:
“An hour deadline for The Vision. Will Heyman give up the name or will Bron Breakker’s path to greatness be blocked before it even begins.”

Pat McAfee:
“Either way this is going to be one wild night.”



Michael Cole:
“We are set for tag team action here on Raw as The New Day take on Alpha Academy.”

Pat McAfee:
“Otis and Akira Tozawa have been building momentum but tonight they face one of the most decorated teams in WWE history.”

Michael Cole:
“This should be fun. Let’s get to it.”

Kofi Kingston starts the match against Otis. The big man immediately uses his power to shove Kofi into the corner. Otis flexes and roars as the crowd cheers his dominance.

Kofi tries to use his speed but Otis catches him with a crushing shoulder block. The ring shakes as Kofi hits the mat hard. Otis grins and points to the crowd soaking in the reaction.

Xavier Woods distracts the referee and trips Otis as he charges. The crowd boos loudly at the cheap shot. Kofi quickly capitalizes with a dropkick to Otis’ knee.

New Day take control with quick tags and double team offense. Woods hits a sliding forearm while Kofi follows with a splash. Otis struggles to get back to his feet as the fans voice their displeasure.

Akira Tozawa finally gets the hot tag and flies into the ring. He hits a flurry of kicks and a missile dropkick that stuns Kofi. The crowd comes alive as Akira builds momentum.

Kofi cuts him off with a sudden Trouble in Paradise. Akira crumples to the mat as Woods holds Otis on the apron. Kofi covers and scores the three count for The New Day.

Michael Cole:
“The New Day steal one here tonight thanks to Xavier Woods’ interference and Kofi’s big kick.”

Pat McAfee:
“Alpha Academy had this match in hand until that trip changed everything.”

Michael Cole:
“Controversial or not The New Day stand tall tonight.”



Natalya:
“It feels so good to be back. I really missed the grind you know. And I missed you. Until you came to me for training I did not know what to do with myself. But now I am back and I need to find Adam Pearce to tell him I want in that Royal Rumble.”

Maxxine Dupri:
“Natty I could not have done this without you. Beating Becky was something I could have only dreamed of before. With your help I finally did it. And now look I am a WWE Champion.”

The pair embrace. They dont see Roxanne Perez and Raquel Rodriguez walk into the locker room.

Roxanne Perez:
“Wow this is cute. Could not help but overhear you there Natalya. You are entering the rumble. Just a heads up me and Raquel are also entering. You might want to rethink your plans.”

Maxxine Dupri:
“Natty is worth twice the both of you.”

Raquel Rodriguez:
“Oooh Natty this and Natty that. Give it a rest Maxxine. You are holding gold now. You would think you would be able to stand on your own two feet instead of hiding behind Natty here.”

Roxanne and Raquel laugh. Maxxine looks down at her title. She stares at Raquel.

Maxxine Dupri:
“I can stand on my own two feet. I will prove it. Me and you tonight. For the Intercontinental title.”

Raquel Rodriguez:
“You are on. But you just ended your reign.”

Roxanne and Raquel walk away as Maxxine and Natalya exchange a determined look.

Michael Cole:
“Wow things just escalated backstage. Maxxine Dupri has challenged Raquel Rodriguez for the Women’s Intercontinental Championship tonight.”

Pat McAfee:
“That is bold. Raquel is dangerous and Maxxine may have just put her reign on the line.”

Michael Cole:
“We will see if Maxxine can stand on her own two feet later tonight.”



The arena lights dim. A countdown clock appears on the screen. The crowd rises to their feet as the numbers tick down from ten. When it hits zero, Chris Jericho’s music blasts through the speakers and the place explodes. Fans scream, chant, and wave signs as Jericho steps onto the stage.

Jericho stands still, soaking in the deafening cheers. He tries to speak but the sheer volume of the crowd drowns him out. He smiles, shakes his head, and paces the stage overcome with emotion.

Chris Jericho:
“Do you hear that? Do you feel that? This is why I came back. For years I have traveled the world, fought in every arena, every country, every promotion, and I have given everything I have to this business. But this right here, this is home.”

Chris Jericho:
“I remember the highlights. I remember the wars. I remember standing toe to toe with legends and carving my name into history. And now I stand before you for one last run, one last chance to give you everything I have left. Because Chris Jericho belongs in WWE.”

The crowd chants “Y2J” so loud Jericho pauses again, smiling through tears. He leans on the ropes, nodding, letting the chants wash over him.

Chris Jericho:
“You are chanting my name so loud I cannot even speak over you. That is the energy that keeps me alive. That is the fire that drives me. I am not here for a paycheck. I am not here for nostalgia. I am here because this is where I belong.”

Suddenly Ethan Page’s music hits. The cheers turn to boos as the NXT North American Champion walks out onto the stage with a smirk. He holds his title high and shakes his head at the crowd before raising the mic.

Ethan Page:
“Ladies and gentlemen… welcome to the dawning of a new era. Welcome to the era of Ethan Page. You see, all of you came here tonight to celebrate the big return of Chris Jericho. The legend. The so‑called savior. The man who thinks he can walk back in here and steal the spotlight. But the spotlight does not belong to you anymore Jericho. It belongs to me.”

Ethan Page:
“I am the best North American Champion in history. I am the future of this company. I am the man who will carry WWE into tomorrow while you cling to yesterday. You talk about highlights, you talk about wars, you talk about carving your name into history. Well history is exactly where you belong. Because Ethan Page is the present. Ethan Page is the future. Ethan Page is the name these people will be chanting long after you are gone.”

Ethan Page:
“You want to stand here and cry about being home? You want to talk about giving everything you have left? Save it. Because I am not here for nostalgia. I am not here for your reunion tour. I am here to prove that Ethan Page is the best in the world at what I do. And Chris Jericho… you are nothing more than an old guy back for a paycheck.”

Page smirks, points at Jericho, then turns to the crowd.
Ethan Page:
“So enjoy your little moment. Enjoy your chants. Because sooner or later, you will all realize the truth. Chris Jericho is finished. Ethan Page is forever.”
Page drops the mic, laughs, and walks back up the ramp as the crowd boos furiously. Jericho stares him down from the ring, shaking his head, soaking in the chants of his name.

Michael Cole:
“Ethan Page just turned Jericho’s return into a statement of his own.”

Pat McAfee:
“That was vintage arrogance. He flipped Jericho’s own debut style right back at him.”

Michael Cole:
“This is only the beginning. Jericho versus Ethan Page is going to be explosive.”



Michael Cole:
“We are set for a blockbuster here tonight on Raw. The Women’s Intercontinental Championship is on the line.”

Pat McAfee:
“Maxxine Dupri said earlier she wanted to prove she can stand on her own two feet. Well, she’s about to try against Raquel Rodriguez, one of the most dominant forces in WWE.”

Michael Cole:
“Natalya is at ringside to support Maxxine, while Roxanne Perez accompanies her Judgment Day ally Raquel. This one is going to be chaotic.”

The bell rings and the match explodes into action. Maxxine Dupri and Raquel Rodriguez trade heavy shots and counters, each competitor hitting big moves and scoring near falls. The pace is fast and furious, the crowd roaring with every close call.

Roxanne Perez climbs onto the apron, trying to intervene, but Natalya rushes over and pulls her down, stopping the interference. The referee is distracted as the chaos builds.

Suddenly Liv Morgan sprints down the ramp. She shouts at the referee, trying to tilt the match in Raquel Rodriguez’s favor. The boos rain down as Liv smirks, but before she can tip the scales, Stephanie Vaquer storms out from backstage.

The Women’s World Champion charges to ringside, evening the numbers. Stephanie Vaquer and Liv Morgan brawl outside the ring, Natalya and Roxanne Perez fight on the other side, and the referee struggles to maintain control.

Inside the ring, Maxxine Dupri seizes the moment. She counters Raquel Rodriguez’s power move, drops her to the mat, and locks in the Sharpshooter.

The crowd erupts as Raquel screams in pain, reaching for the ropes but unable to escape.

Raquel Rodriguez taps out. The referee calls for the bell. Maxxine Dupri retains the Women’s Intercontinental Championship.

Michael Cole:
“Maxxine Dupri has done it! Against all odds, she proves she can stand on her own two feet!”

Pat McAfee:
“What a war! Chaos everywhere, but Maxxine locked in the Sharpshooter and made Raquel tap!”

Michael Cole:
“Natalya kept Roxanne Perez at bay, Stephanie Vaquer neutralized Liv Morgan, and Maxxine Dupri walks out still champion!”



Michael Cole:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve reached the hour Adam Pearce promised. The question remains — will tonight’s main event go ahead as scheduled? Bron Breakker is set to challenge CM Punk for the World Championship, but the mystery of who attacked Punk at Survivor Series still hangs over us.”

Pat McAfee:
“Pearce said he wanted answers, and he’s about to demand them right now.”

Adam Pearce makes his way to the ring, microphone in hand, his face stern and determined.

Adam Pearce:
“Paul Heyman, The Vision… the hour is up. If tonight’s main event is going to happen, then you better get out here right now and reveal who attacked CM Punk at Survivor Series.”

The arena darkens. The Vision’s music hits. Paul Heyman walks out flanked by Bron Breakker, Bronson Reed, and Logan Paul. The crowd boos heavily as Heyman raises his hand, smirking with confidence.

Paul Heyman:
“Ladies and gentlemen… my name is Paul Heyman. And tonight, the world will finally know the truth. The Vision is not complete with three men. No, no, no. The Vision is four. And it is time the world knows who the fourth and final member truly is.”

Heyman paces, his voice dripping with cryptic menace.

Paul Heyman:
“This man embodies opportunity. This man embodies greatness. This man embodies my vision. And tonight, he will reveal himself.”

Heyman gestures backstage. The crowd gasps as Austin Theory walks out. He hasn’t been seen for months. He smirks, soaking in the shock, and takes the microphone.

Austin Theory:
“Adam Pearce… I was the one who attacked CM Punk at Survivor Series. And I’ll tell you why. Because I was tired of being overlooked. I was tired of being treated like a joke. I wanted opportunities. I wanted to be taken seriously. And most of all, I wanted to be part of Paul Heyman’s vision. The Vision is the future, and I am the future.”

The crowd boos loudly as Adam Pearce shakes his head in disgust.

Adam Pearce:
“Austin Theory, you just admitted to attacking CM Punk. Effective immediately, you are suspended without pay. Security, get him out of my ring!”

Security rushes down and escorts Austin Theory out as Paul Heyman protests furiously, shouting at Pearce from the stage.

Adam Pearce:
“And Paul Heyman, don’t think I didn’t notice your little stunt. The main event is still on tonight — Bron Breakker versus CM Punk for the World Championship. But you, Bronson Reed, and Logan Paul are banned from ringside!”

The crowd erupts in cheers as Heyman clutches his head in disbelief, Bron Breakker seething beside him.

Michael Cole:
“Adam Pearce just dropped the hammer! Austin Theory suspended, and The Vision stripped of its numbers at ringside!”

Pat McAfee:
“That changes everything. Bron Breakker has to face CM Punk one‑on‑one tonight without Heyman, without Bronson, without Logan. This main event just got a whole lot bigger!”

Michael Cole:
“The World Championship is on the line, and the playing field has been leveled. Don’t go anywhere — it’s coming up tonight!”



Backstage, Lyra Valkyria is smiling as she chats with her friend Tatum Paxley. The two are buzzing with excitement over Tatum’s call‑up to the main roster.

Lyra Valkyria:
“This is going to be amazing. We can team up, we can go for lunches, we can share rides between shows. It’s going to be so much fun.”

Tatum Paxley:
“I can’t believe it, Lyra. I’ve dreamed of this moment, and now we get to do it together.”
The two giggle, clearly enjoying the moment, when Bayley walks into the picture looking annoyed.

Bayley:
“Hey Lyra. Can we have a minute? We’re up next against Ivy Nile and Zoey Stark. We need to be ready.”

Lyra Valkyria waves her off, still smiling with Tatum.

Lyra Valkyria:
“We’ll be fine, Bayley. I’m just catching up with Tatum. I’ll see you in the ring.”

Lyra Valkyria and Tatum Paxley link arms and walk off together, laughing, leaving Bayley standing alone, visibly frustrated as she watches them go.

Michael Cole:
“Bayley doesn’t look too happy about that. She wanted focus, but Lyra Valkyria seems more interested in celebrating with Tatum Paxley.”

Pat McAfee:
“That’s not a good sign heading into a match against Ivy Nile and Zoey Stark. Bayley’s ready, but is Lyra Valkyria?”

Michael Cole:
“We’ll find out next. Can Bayley and Lyra Valkyria get on the same page, or will Nile and Stark take advantage?”



Michael Cole:
“It’s time for tag team action here on Raw. Bayley and Lyra Valkyria team up against Ivy Nile and Zoey Stark.”

Pat McAfee:
“Bayley wanted focus earlier, but Lyra Valkyria was busy celebrating with Tatum Paxley. Let’s see if they can get on the same page.”

The bell rings and Bayley starts the match against Ivy Nile. The two exchange holds and strikes, with Bayley using her veteran savvy to keep Nile grounded. Zoey Stark tags in and the pace quickens as she takes Bayley down with a sharp dropkick.

Lyra Valkyria enters the match and immediately dazzles the crowd with her speed. She hits a spinning heel kick on Stark and follows with a springboard crossbody. Ivy Nile breaks up the pin, keeping the match alive.

Bayley and Lyra Valkyria show flashes of teamwork, trading quick tags to wear down their opponents. Nile powers through with suplexes, while Stark nearly scores a fall with a knee strike. The crowd is on edge as the momentum swings back and forth.

Bayley rallies with a Bayley‑to‑Belly on Nile, but Stark breaks the count. Lyra Valkyria re‑enters and hits a devastating enzuigiri on Stark. Bayley cuts off Nile, allowing Lyra to hit a top‑rope splash for the win.

The referee raises Bayley and Lyra Valkyria’s hands after a hard‑fought battle. Suddenly, Tatum Paxley rushes from backstage, beaming with excitement. Lyra Valkyria embraces her friend, celebrating wildly as Bayley looks on from the corner.

Bayley watches silently, her expression mixed with pride and frustration. Lyra Valkyria and Tatum Paxley link arms, laughing and soaking in the cheers. Bayley shakes her head, realizing she’s been left out of the celebration.

Michael Cole:
“Bayley and Lyra Valkyria pick up the win, but look at this. Lyra is celebrating with Tatum Paxley, leaving Bayley on the outside.”

Pat McAfee:
“That’s gotta sting. Bayley wanted focus, but Lyra Valkyria’s attention is clearly elsewhere.”

Michael Cole:
“The tension is building, and it could spell trouble for this team moving forward.”



Backstage, Cathey Kelley stands with a microphone, smiling as the camera pans to her guest.

Cathey Kelley:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back LA Knight. LA, you haven’t been seen since your loss to Gunther in the Last Time is Now tournament. Was that a planned absence, or what’s been happening?”

LA Knight:
“Listen, Kelley, everything I do is planned. Meticulously planned, may I add. I needed some time to recharge my batteries, figure out what’s next… and now I know. So let me tell you what is next.”

LA Knight:
“Gunther retired Goldberg. Gunther retired John Cena. He’s the talk of the town, but let me tell you this.. I don’t plan on fading into the shadows, no. I’ve got one goal and one goal only, and that is to be World Heavyweight Champion.”

LA Knight:
“I don’t need to retire anyone to get my wish. I’ve got another plan. Another route. So let this be a special announcement I will be entering the Royal Rumble. I will win the Royal Rumble. And then no one will be speaking about Gunther and who he has retired.”

LA Knight:
“No, they won’t. There will be only one name on people’s lips, Kelley. And that name is… L… A… Knight… YEAH!”

LA Knight smirks, drops the mic, and walks off as the crowd in the arena roars at the announcement.

Michael Cole:
“What a declaration! LA Knight is back, and he’s entering the Royal Rumble!”

Pat McAfee:
“He just put the entire roster on notice. LA Knight wants the World Heavyweight Championship, and he’s got a plan to get it.”

Michael Cole:
“The road to WrestleMania just got a whole lot louder."



Backstage, the camera cuts to Rhea Ripley and Iyo Sky standing together, relaxed but clearly deep in conversation.

Iyo Sky:
“Rhea, you know we’ve been through a lot together. I think it’s time we go after the Women’s Tag Team Championships. Asuka and Kairi Sane have been running wild, and I want us to be the ones to finally put an end to them.”

Rhea Ripley:
“Iyo, I get it. Those titles would be huge for us, and I respect that. But right now, my focus is on the Royal Rumble. I want to win it, and I want to become World Champion again.”

Iyo tilts her head, slightly frustrated but still smiling, showing the bond between them.

Iyo Sky
“I understand, but we’re stronger together. The tag titles would prove that our friendship and our team can dominate just as much as anyone else.”

Rhea Ripley:
“And we will, Iyo. But first, I need to take care of business in the Rumble. Once I’ve got that World Championship back, then we’ll make sure Asuka and Kairi don’t stand in our way anymore.”

The two share a nod, their friendship intact but their goals clearly diverging. The camera lingers on them as the tension between ambition and loyalty hangs in the air.

Michael Cole:
“Interesting words backstage from Rhea Ripley and Iyo Sky. Iyo wants the tag titles, Rhea wants the World Championship.”

Pat McAfee:
“That’s the thing about friendships in WWE sometimes the paths don’t line up. But if they can stay united, that’s a dangerous duo for anyone.”

Michael Cole:
“We’ll see if their bond holds strong as the road to the Royal Rumble continues.”



Michael Cole:
“Here comes the Ring General, Gunther. The man who retired Goldberg, the man who retired John Cena, and now he’s calling himself the most dominant force in WWE.”

Pat McAfee:
“And after what we heard from LA Knight earlier tonight, you know Gunther’s not going to let that slide.”

Gunther makes his way to the ring, stoic and imposing. He raises the microphone as the crowd boos loudly.

Gunther:
“Everyone should bow to the Ring General, Gunther. I heard LA Knight backstage, running his mouth, but let me make this clear the only man who will win the Royal Rumble is the man who retired John Cena. LA Knight is not on my level. I am the Ring General. And from now on, since I ended the careers of Goldberg and Cena, I will also be known as… The Legend Killer.”

The crowd boos harder. Gunther laughs and tells them to shut up. Suddenly, Jey Uso’s music hits and the arena erupts as he walks onto the stage, staring down Gunther.

Gunther:
“Jey. Before you start all your whining and crying, or Yeeting depending on what mood you’re in, choose your next words very carefully. I’ve proven over and over that I can beat you. I have beaten you. You are beneath me.”

Jey Uso raises the mic, looking emotional, his voice steady but passionate.

Jey Uso:
“Last year at the Royal Rumble was the best night of my life, Uce. I started a journey.. A journey to winning my first ever singles title in WWE. And I beat you to do it, Uce. So don’t stand here and tell me I’m beneath you. I made you tap out. I took your title. You ain’t no Legend Killer, Uce. You’re a bully. A horrible bully.”

Gunther laughs mockingly, clutching his chest.

Gunther:
“Jey, Jey… you’re breaking my heart. Please stop.”

He laughs again as Jey Uso shakes his head, furious.

Jey Uso:
“Screw you, Uce.”

Jey starts to head for the ring, clearly ready for a fight, but Adam Pearce rushes out onto the stage, raising his hands to stop them.

Adam Pearce:
“Enough! Enough! I can see you two clearly want a fight. So let’s raise the stakes. Next week, it’s Gunther versus Jey Uso. And the loser… enters the Royal Rumble at number one!”

The crowd explodes with cheers. Jey Uso nods, staring down Gunther with intensity. Gunther smirks, unfazed.

Gunther:
“One. Seven. Thirty. It doesn’t matter to me, Adam. The Legend Killer. The Ring General, Gunther, will walk out of the Royal Rumble as the winner!”

Michael Cole:
“What a blockbuster announcement from Adam Pearce! Gunther versus Jey Uso next week, and the loser enters the Rumble at number one!”

Pat McAfee:
“That’s huge! Jey Uso looks ready to fight, but Gunther doesn’t care if it’s one, seven, or thirty — he’s promising to win it all.”



Michael Cole:
“It’s time for our main event. The World Heavyweight Championship is on the line as CM Punk defends against Bron Breakker.”

Pat McAfee:
“This all started at Survivor Series when Bron pinned Punk in War Games after Austin Theory’s attack. Tonight, it’s one‑on‑one, no excuses.”

The bell rings and the crowd is electric. CM Punk and Bron Breakker lock up, the tension palpable. Breakker powers Punk into the corner, smirking as he taunts him.

Punk fires back with stiff strikes, showing he’s not the old man Breakker mocked. He hits a running knee, but Breakker explodes out with a clothesline that nearly takes Punk’s head off. The crowd gasps at the impact.

Breakker dominates early, slamming Punk repeatedly and yelling insults about AJ Lee. Punk fights back with chops and a bulldog, but Breakker cuts him off with a spinebuster. The referee checks Punk as he clutches his ribs.

Outside the ring, Breakker smashes Punk into the steel steps. Punk is busted open, blood pouring down his face as the crowd rallies behind him. Breakker laughs, shouting “Crackhead!” as he poses arrogantly.

Punk digs deep, hitting a desperation DDT on the floor. He rolls Breakker back inside and climbs the ropes, landing a flying elbow drop. The crowd erupts as Punk covers, but Breakker kicks out at two.

Breakker regains control with a spear that nearly ends the match. Punk barely gets his shoulder up, the fans screaming in disbelief. Breakker pounds the mat in frustration, demanding the referee count faster.

The two trade near falls, Punk hitting the GTS but Breakker somehow kicking out. Breakker hits another spear, Punk survives again. Both men are exhausted, blood and sweat covering them as the crowd roars.

Punk rallies, hitting a second GTS, but Breakker still rises defiantly. Punk screams, lifts him again, and delivers a third GTS. Finally, Breakker stays down as Punk collapses on top for the three‑count.

Michael Cole:
“CM Punk has done it! After blood, sweat, and three GTSs, he retains the World Heavyweight Championship!”

Pat McAfee:
“That was Bret Hart versus Stone Cold level epic. Punk proved he’s still the man, and Bron Breakker just got humbled.”

Michael Cole:
“The road to the Royal Rumble continues, but tonight belongs to CM Punk!”​

Vic Joseph:
"Welcome to NXT New Year’s Evil! The energy is electric tonight.. Oba Femi defends the NXT Championship against Tony D’Angelo, Jacey Jayne puts her Women’s Title on the line against Kendal Grey, and so much more!"

Corey Graves:
"But before all that, Vic, the North American Champion Ethan Page is in the ring, and judging by the look on his face, he’s not here to celebrate the new year. He’s here to tear somebody down."

Ethan Page stands in the center of the ring, pacing like a predator, microphone clenched tight. His smirk twists into a sneer as the crowd rains down boos.

Ethan Page:
"You people disgust me. Every single one of you. Once again tonight, I’m being disrespected. I’m being forced to face a man who apparently made a statement last week. Roll the footage."

On the screen, highlights play of Myles Bourne winning the fatal four-way against Charlie Dempsey, Lexis King, and Tavion Heights.

Ethan Page:
"That? That’s what you call a statement? That’s pathetic. That’s charity. Myles Bourne doesn’t belong in this ring. He doesn’t belong in my ring. He gets chances because he’s deaf. That’s it. That’s the only reason. Boo me all you want, but deep down you know I’m right. He’s not a contender. He’s a pity project. And you cheer for him because you’re too stupid to recognize greatness when it’s standing right in front of you!"

The crowd erupts in louder boos. Ethan’s face flushes with anger, veins bulging in his neck.

Ethan Page:
"You think beating a couple of second-generation failures makes you elite? Charlie Dempsey, Lexis King. Guys living off their fathers’ names. Tavion Heights? A nobody. Myles, you’re not in my league. You’re not even in my shadow. I come from a country that produced the greatest wrestling family of all time. The Hart Family. Bret Hart, Owen Hart. Legends. Warriors. Owen gave his life for this business. And now people cheer for you? A man who’s done nothing, who’s earned nothing, who’s only here because of a sympathy vote. It makes me sick to my stomach!"

Suddenly, Myles Bourne’s music hits. The crowd explodes as he marches to the ring, eyes locked on Ethan.

Myles Bourne:
"Enough. Ethan, you think disrespecting me makes you tough? You think disrespecting these people makes you tough? You think disrespecting legends like Chris Jericho last night on Raw makes you tough? No. It makes you a coward. It makes you a jackass. And tonight, when I take your title, you’ll fade back into the obscurity you deserve."

Ethan’s face twists with rage. He laughs bitterly, then leans in close, venom dripping from his voice.

Ethan Page:
"Sorry, Myles… I don’t speak deaf. You’re nothing but a sideshow. And tonight, I’m going to expose you for the fraud you are."

Ethan swings the North American Championship belt at Myles’ head, but Myles ducks. Ethan stumbles and crashes to the mat. Myles shakes his head, standing tall as the crowd chants his name. The referee picks up the title and signals for the match to begin.

Vic Joseph:
"Ethan Page tried to humiliate Myles Bourne, but Bourne is standing tall, and the North American Championship is on the line right now!"

Corey Graves:
"Ethan Page is seething, Vic. He’s not just defending his title tonight — he’s out to destroy Myles Bourne. And that hatred might be the most dangerous weapon in the ring."



The bell rings and Ethan Page charges straight at Myles, throwing wild forearms. Myles absorbs the punishment, firing back with sharp strikes of his own. The crowd erupts as Bourne takes Page down with a quick arm drag.

Page rolls out of the ring, screaming at the fans to shut up. He slams his hand on the announce table, furious at the support for Bourne. Myles follows him outside, landing a stiff chop that echoes through the arena.

Back inside, Ethan regains control with a cheap rake to the eyes. He stomps Bourne down in the corner, yelling insults with every shot. The referee warns him, but Page smirks and shouts, "I’m the champion, I do what I want!"

Myles fights back with resilience, hitting a running dropkick that sends Page sprawling. The crowd chants his name as he climbs the ropes. He connects with a flying crossbody, nearly scoring the three-count.

Page kicks out and immediately shifts gears, planting Bourne with a vicious DDT. He taunts the crowd, holding his arms wide as boos rain down. "This is greatness!" he screams, pointing at himself.

Myles refuses to stay down, countering a suplex into a roll-up for a near fall. Ethan explodes with rage, hammering fists into Bourne’s skull. He screams, "You don’t belong here!" as the referee pulls him off.

The match reaches a fever pitch as Bourne nails a superkick, stunning Page. He sets up for his finisher, the crowd roaring in anticipation. Suddenly, the arena lights flicker and Chris Jericho’s music hits.

The crowd goes wild, chanting Jericho’s name as Ethan Page freezes in shock. His eyes dart to the entrance, waiting for Jericho to appear. In that moment of distraction, Myles rolls him up tight and scores the three-count!

Vic Joseph:
"Myles Bourne has done it! With the roar of Chris Jericho’s music shaking the arena, Bourne capitalized and captured the North American Championship!"

Corey Graves:
"Ethan Page tried to play mind games last night with a veteran of the business in Jericho. Jericho bites back and it just cost Page everything."



The camera cuts backstage where Kendal Grey is stretching and warming up before her huge Women’s Championship match later tonight. Wren Sinclair steps into frame, her tone serious but encouraging.

Wren Sinclair:
"Kendal, listen… Wren QCC is still a woman short. And with Fatal Influence lurking at ringside for Jacey, I’ve been thinking…"

She pauses, letting the weight of her words hang. Kendal looks up from her warm-up, focused.

Kendal Grey:
"I’m listening."

Wren Sinclair:
"Right. I’ve done some asking around, and I’ve found the perfect third member."

The door opens and in walks Karmen Petrovic. Kendal studies her for a moment, then nods firmly.

Kendal Grey:
"I agree. Welcome to Wren QCC. You ready to help us bring home gold tonight?"

Karmen Petrovic:
"Ready."

Vic Joseph:
"Whoa! Did you hear that, Corey? Wren QCC just added Karmen Petrovic to their ranks!"

Corey Graves:
"That changes everything, Vic. With Karmen in their corner, Kendal Grey might just have the backup she needs to dethrone Jacey Jayne tonight!"



The camera cuts to Ava’s office, and the moment it opens, Ricky Saints and Je’Von Evans are already in each other’s faces. Ava is trying desperately to keep them separated, but Saints is practically frothing with arrogance. Je’Von looks hurt, angry, and ready to swing.

Ava:
"Both of you, stop! We’re going to handle this like professionals"

Ricky Saints:
"Professionals? I am the only professional in this room. Je’Von here got a little taste of the spotlight and suddenly thought he was the second coming of Shawn Michaels. I had to remind him he’s not even close."

Je’Von fires back, voice shaking with betrayal.

Je’Von Evans:
"You cost me my title match, man! You blindsided me for no reason. I thought we had respect!"

Saints laughs in his face..

Ricky Saints:
"Respect? Kid, I beat CM Punk in AEW. I went toe‑to‑toe with Edge. I survived MJF. I’m absolute. I’m inevitable. And you? You’re a gymnast who lucked into a contract. You should be thanking me for giving you relevance."

Je’Von steps forward, fists clenched.

Je’Von Evans:
"You betrayed me. And I want you in that ring tonight."

Ava steps between them again, fed up.

Ava:
"Fine. You want him? You got him. The match is next.. Now get out there."

Je’Von turns to leave… but Saints’ eyes narrow. He lunges forward and blindsides Je’Von with a brutal forearm to the back of the head. Je’Von crashes into Ava’s desk, and Saints grabs him by the shirt, snarling.

Saints lifts Je’Von and drives him straight through Ava’s table, splintering it into pieces. Ava screams for security, but Saints doesn’t flinch. He crouches beside the wreckage, staring at Je’Von with pure contempt.

Ricky Saints:
"I don’t need to prove myself to some kid who does flips. Stay in your lane."

He stares down Ava before shaking his head and walking out the office.

Vic Joseph:
"What the hell did we just witness?! Ricky Saints just put Je’Von Evans through Ava’s desk before their match even started!"

Corey Graves:
"That’s a message, Vic. Saints isn’t just trying to beat Je’Von, he’s trying to end him. And Je’Von might not even make it to the ring after that attack!"



Vic Joseph:
"After the shocking attack on Je’Von Evans, we’ve had a change of schedule and what a replacement! The NXT Tag Team Championships are on the line in a triple‑threat showdown!"

Corey Graves:
"Darkstate defend against The Rascalz from TNA and the Aztec Warriors from AAA. Three worlds colliding, Vic. This could steal the whole night."

The bell rings and all three teams explode into motion, bodies flying everywhere. Trey Miguel and Wentz hit stereo dropkicks on Laredo Kid, sending him to the floor. Darkstate slide in behind them and wipe out The Rascalz with a double clothesline.

Laredo Kid recovers quickly, launching himself over the top rope with a breathtaking suicide dive. The crowd erupts as he takes out both Darkstate and The Rascalz in one swoop. The pace is already blistering.

Saquon Shugars tags in and immediately turns the tide with a huge spinning heel kick. He follows with a springboard moonsault that crushes Wentz. The champion roars as the crowd comes alive.

The Rascalz regain control with their signature fast‑paced offense, hitting a rapid‑fire series of kicks on Shugars. Trey Miguel connects with a handspring cutter that nearly ends the match. Darkstate barely break up the pin in time.

Octagon Jr and Laredo Kid enters with a flurry of lucha brilliance, hitting a double‑team wheelbarrow DDT on Trey. They climb opposite turnbuckles and hit synchronized frog splashes. The arena shakes as the crowd chants “This is awesome!”

Darkstate regroup and isolate Octagon Jr, hitting a brutal double‑team powerbomb. Shugars tags back in and unleashes a flurry of strikes, dropping everyone in sight. The champions are fighting like their titles depend on every breath.

The Rascalz try to steal the win with a double superkick on Shugars. Trey Miguel climbs the ropes for the Meteora, but Saquon rolls out of the way at the last second. Wentz gets knocked off the apron, leaving Trey alone.

Shugars pops up with sudden intensity, catching Trey in a surprise roll‑up. He hooks the tights, stacks him deep, and the referee counts three before Trey can escape. Darkstate retain the NXT Tag Team Championships in a chaotic classic.

Vic Joseph:
"Darkstate survive! Saquon Shugars steals one from Trey Miguel and keeps the gold right here in NXT!"

Corey Graves:
"Three teams from three worlds, Vic, but tonight, the champions proved why they’re the standard. What a match!"



Vic Joseph:
"Darkstate retain the NXT Tag Team Championships, but hold on... Saquon Shugars and Osiris Griffin are barely getting a moment to celebrate!"

Corey Graves:
"You could feel the frustration from the AAA team all match long, Vic. Something tells me this isn’t over."

Saquon Shugars and Osiris Griffin raise the NXT Tag Team Titles high, soaking in the cheers after surviving the triple‑threat war. The crowd is still buzzing when suddenly Octagon Jr and Laredo Kid slide into the ring from behind. Before the champions can react, the AAA duo ambush them with a flurry of kicks and strikes.

Shugars is driven into the corner while Griffin is taken down with a running knee. Octagon Jr shouts in Spanish, furious at the loss, stomping Griffin repeatedly. Laredo Kid grabs one of the titles and smashes it across Shugars’ back.

The crowd erupts in boos as two more figures appear... Dave the Clown and Monster Clown leap the barricade. They storm the ring, joining the assault with brutal clubbing blows. The four AAA stars swarm the champions, overwhelming them with sheer numbers.

Shugars tries to fight back, swinging wildly, but Monster Clown drops him with a massive headbutt. Griffin attempts to rise, only to be flattened by Dave the Clown’s running splash. The AAA contingent stands tall, roaring in triumph over the fallen champions.

Suddenly, the arena explodes as Cutler James and Dion Lennox sprint down the ramp. The rest of Darkstate hit the ring like a wrecking crew, tackling the AAA attackers with fists flying. The brawl becomes a chaotic storm of bodies, fists, and fury.

Cutler James clotheslines Laredo Kid over the top rope while Lennox boots Dave the Clown out of the ring. Griffin and Shugars recover enough to help clear Octagon Jr and Monster Clown to the floor. The AAA group retreats up the ramp, shouting threats in Spanish as the crowd roars.

Darkstate regroup in the center of the ring, battered but united. Shugars and Griffin lift the NXT Tag Team Titles once more, defiant and unbroken. The message is clear—NXT’s champions aren’t backing down from anyone.

Vic Joseph:
"Darkstate stand tall, but the AAA invasion just sent a message loud and clear. This rivalry is far from finished!"

Corey Graves:
"If tonight was any indication, Vic, the tag division is about to explode. Darkstate survived tonight—but the war has only just begun."



Vic Joseph:
"Up next here at New Year’s Evil, the North American Women’s Championship is on the line! Blake Monroe defends against Lola Vice in what could be Blake’s final match in NXT if the SmackDown rumours are true."

Corey Graves:
"And that’s the story, Vic. Blake wants to go up to SmackDown as a champion… but Lola Vice? She wants to keep that title right here in NXT. This one is personal on both sides."

The bell rings and both women waste no time, locking up with intensity. Blake uses her power early, muscling Lola into the corner. Lola fires back with a sharp kick to the ribs, reminding everyone why she’s one of the most dangerous strikers in NXT.

Blake regains control with a big spinebuster that shakes the ring. She hooks the leg, but Lola kicks out at two. Blake smirks, knowing she came close.
Lola responds with a flurry of body shots, lightning‑quick and precise. She hits a spinning backfist that staggers Blake. The crowd comes alive as Lola builds momentum.

Blake cuts her off with a running knee to the jaw, dropping Lola hard. She drags her up and hits a fisherman’s suplex for another near fall. Frustration starts to creep across Blake’s face.

Lola rolls to the apron, but Blake follows, looking for a suplex to the floor. Lola blocks it and fires a roundhouse kick that sends Blake crashing back into the ring. Lola climbs the ropes and hits a diving crossbody for a close two‑count.
The match becomes a back‑and‑forth sprint, both women trading counters and near falls. Blake hits a discus lariat that nearly ends it. Lola barely gets her shoulder up, and Blake can’t believe it.

Blake goes for her finisher, but Lola slips out and lands a brutal spinning heel kick. Blake drops to one knee, dazed. Lola senses the moment and the crowd rises with her.

Lola hits the 305, connecting flush and dropping Blake flat on the canvas. She hooks the leg deep, the referee counts three, and the arena erupts. Lola Vice is the new North American Women’s Champion.

Vic Joseph:
"Lola Vice has done it! She keeps the North American Women’s Championship right here in NXT!"

Corey Graves:
"Blake Monroe fought her heart out, but Lola wanted this more tonight. A new champion crowned at New Year’s Evil and the landscape just changed!"



The camera cuts to the medical area where Je’Von Evans is sitting on the exam table, bruised, breathing heavy, but refusing to stay down. Ava storms in, still furious from the earlier attack, her eyes locked on Je’Von with a mix of concern and frustration.

Ava:
"Je’Von, you shouldn’t even be sitting up right now. Ricky Saints put you through my table, you’re not cleared for anything tonight."

Je’Von shakes his head, pushing himself off the table despite the pain.

Je’Von Evans:
"Ava, I’m fine. I’m good. I’m not letting him get away with that. He wants to prove something? He can prove it to my face in that ring."

Ava steps closer, searching his eyes, trying to gauge whether this is bravery or stubbornness.

Ava:
"Je’Von… I can’t let you go out there if you’re not ready. I’m not risking your career because Saints wants to play tough guy."

Je’Von steadies himself, jaw tight, voice low but unwavering.

Je’Von Evans:
"I’m ready. I’m hurt, yeah… but I’m not broken. And I’m not backing down from him. Not tonight."

Ava exhales sharply, knowing she’s not going to win this one.

Ava:
"Fine. The match goes ahead. But Je’Von… be smart out there."

Je’Von nods once, determined, and walks past her toward the hallway, limping, but fueled by pure fire.

Vic Joseph:
"Je’Von Evans is hurt, but he’s refusing to back down. That match with Ricky Saints is still happening tonight!"

Corey Graves:
"Je’Von’s heart is undeniable, Vic… but going in injured against a man like Saints? That’s a dangerous decision. This could get ugly fast."



The arena lights flicker, and the titantron crackles to life. Tony D’Angelo sits at the head of a long, empty table. The kind that once held his entire “family.” His hands are folded, his expression cold, reflective, dangerous.

Tony D’Angelo:
"Not so long ago… I had a family. That family was everything to me. Everything. And they betrayed me. My own family betrayed me, Oba. You know what that does to a man? You know how that changes a man?"

He leans forward, eyes narrowing.

Tony D’Angelo:
"You call yourself the ruler. I was a ruler once, Oba. I had an empire. I had loyalty. I had respect. Now? Now I’m just a man. But I’m a determined man."

Tony taps the table with two fingers — slow, deliberate, like a warning.

Tony D’Angelo:
"You see, betrayal does funny things to a person. It can break you… or it can make you grow. And I chose to grow, Oba. I chose to be better. I chose to come back stronger than I’ve ever been."

He stands, pushing the chair back with a scrape that echoes through the speakers.

Tony D’Angelo:
"So tonight, when you call yourself the bringer of war… understand something. I’ve already been in a war... With my own mind. The toughest war any man can fight."

Tony stares directly into the camera, voice dropping to a cold whisper.

"And Oba… I won."

The screen cuts to black.

Vic Joseph:
"Tony D’Angelo sending a chilling message ahead of tonight’s NXT Championship match. That wasn’t bravado that was a man who’s been through hell and came out harder."

Corey Graves:
"Oba Femi may be the ruler, Vic… but Tony D’Angelo looks like a man ready to tear down a kingdom. That main event just got a whole lot more dangerous."



Vic Joseph:
"It’s time for one of the most personal matches of the night. Je’Von Evans demanded this match despite being attacked earlier, despite Ava begging him to stand down he wants Ricky Saints one‑on‑one."

Corey Graves:
"And Ricky Saints has been waiting for this, Vic. He cost Je’Von the NXT Title weeks ago, he put him through a table tonight, and now he gets to pick apart an injured opponent. This is going to be ugly."

The bell rings and Je’Von charges forward on pure adrenaline, swinging wildly. Saints sidesteps him with a smirk, letting Je’Von stumble before drilling him with a stiff elbow. The crowd boos as Saints shakes his head like he’s disappointed.

Je’Von tries to fire back with quick strikes, but his ribs give out and he drops to a knee. Saints grabs him by the chin, mocking him, telling him he should’ve stayed in the medical room. He shoves Je’Von to the mat like he’s nothing.

Saints toys with him, kicking at his injured side, dragging him up only to knock him down again. Je’Von keeps trying to rise, refusing to stay down. The crowd rallies behind him, chanting his name, but Saints laughs at them.

Je’Von gets a burst of energy and hits a desperate dropkick that barely moves Saints. He tries to follow up, but his body just won’t cooperate. Saints catches him and plants him with a brutal backbreaker.

Ricky stands over Je’Von, arms outstretched, soaking in the hatred from the crowd. He drags Je’Von into the corner and stomps him down until the referee forces a break. Saints shouts, "This is your hero?"

Je’Von crawls toward the ropes, refusing to quit, but Saints grabs him by the wrist and yanks him back to center ring. He locks in a vicious crossface, wrenching back with all his weight. Je’Von screams, reaching for the ropes, but he’s too far.

The crowd begs him to tap, but Je’Von refuses he claws at the mat, his hand shaking, but he never submits. Slowly, his body goes limp, his arm drops, and the referee checks him. Je’Von is out cold.

The referee calls for the bell, stopping the match to protect Je’Von. Saints doesn’t release the hold immediately he waits just long enough to make a point. When he finally lets go, he rises slowly, staring down at the unconscious Je’Von Evans.

Ricky Saints stands tall, emotionless, calculated, towering over the broken body of Je’Von Evans. He wipes his hands like he’s finished a chore. Then he says it loud enough for the camera to catch: "Ricky Saints is Absolute."

Vic Joseph:
"Je’Von Evans never tapped out… but he couldn’t survive the damage from earlier tonight. Ricky Saints just dismantled him."

Corey Graves:
"This wasn’t a match, Vic this was a message. Saints wanted to prove he’s on another level, and he did it by breaking Je’Von piece by piece."



Vic Joseph:
"It’s time for the NXT Women’s Championship! Jacy Jayne defends against the Iron Survivor shock winner, former WWE Evolve Champion Kendal Grey!"

Corey Graves:
"Kendal Grey gave up her Evolve title to come to NXT full‑time, Vic. She’s joined Wren Sinclair and Karmen Petrovic in Wren QCC and they’re all here tonight. But so are Fallon Henley and Lainey Reid from Fatal Influence, backing up the champion. This one is going to get messy."

The bell rings and Kendal Grey comes out firing, using her speed and precision to overwhelm Jacy early. Jacy tries to slow the pace, but Kendal keeps catching her with sharp counters and crisp takedowns. The crowd is firmly behind the challenger as she racks up early near falls.

Fallon Henley hops onto the apron to distract the referee, giving Jacy a chance to rake Kendal’s eyes. Wren Sinclair immediately yanks Fallon down, shouting in her face. Lainey Reid rushes over, and suddenly both factions are jawing at ringside.

Back in the ring, Kendal regains control with a running knee that nearly ends the match. Jacy kicks out at two and rolls to the floor, clutching her title, trying to regroup. Karmen Petrovic circles around, cutting off her escape route.

Jacy slides back in and catches Kendal with a cheap shot, then hits a neckbreaker for a close two‑count. She screams at the referee, insisting it was three. Kendal fires back with a roll‑up, then a superkick, then a bridging suplex, each one inches from victory.

The ringside chaos continues as Fallon tries to interfere again, only for Wren to drag her off the apron. Lainey jumps in to help, and Karmen meets her with a stiff kick. The referee tries to keep order, but the numbers game is spiraling out of control.

Sensing danger, Jacy grabs her title and tries to walk out, heading up the ramp. Wren and Karmen cut her off, blocking her path and forcing her back toward the ring. Jacy shouts at them, furious, but she has nowhere to go.

She rolls back inside, clutching the championship tight against her chest. Kendal stands waiting, eyes locked on her, ready to finish the job. Jacy smirks and suddenly swings the title straight into Kendal’s face.

The referee freezes, stunned at the blatant shot. Wren and Karmen stare in disbelief as Kendal collapses to the mat. The referee has no choice but to call for the bell .

Kendal Grey wins by disqualification, but Jacy Jayne keeps the NXT Women’s Championship.

Vic Joseph:
"Kendal Grey wins the match, but Jacy Jayne keeps the title! A disgusting, deliberate shot with the championship!"

Corey Graves:
"Jacy knew she was seconds away from losing that title, Vic. She took the coward’s way out and Wren QCC are not going to forget this anytime soon."



Vic Joseph:
"It is time for our main event at New Year’s Evil! The NXT Championship is on the line as Oba Femi defends against a reborn, refocused Tony D’Angelo!"

Corey Graves:
"Tony D has been through hell, Vic. Betrayal, loss, rebuilding himself from the ground up. But Oba Femi is the ruler for a reason this is going to be a war."

The bell rings and both men collide in the center of the ring like two bulls fighting for territory. Tony surprises Oba early with a barrage of stiff shots, driving the champion back into the corner. Oba answers with a massive shoulder block that sends Tony tumbling across the ring.

Tony regroups and uses his ring IQ, targeting Oba’s legs to slow the powerhouse down. He hits a chop block, then a DDT, scoring the first near fall of the match. Oba powers out with authority, launching Tony halfway across the ring.

Oba takes control with raw strength, hitting a thunderous powerslam for a close two‑count. Tony refuses to stay down, firing up and trading heavy blows with the champion. The crowd is split, chanting for both men as the intensity rises.

Tony catches Oba with a spinebuster that shakes the canvas. He hooks the leg, and the referee’s hand nearly hits three before Oba kicks out. Tony slaps the mat in frustration, knowing he was inches away from the biggest win of his career.

Oba rallies with a brutal clothesline that flips Tony inside out. He hoists Tony up for a powerbomb, but Tony counters into a roll‑up for another near fall. Oba pops up, furious, and the two stare each other down as the crowd roars.

Tony goes for the Forget About It, but Oba blocks it and drives him into the corner. He lifts Tony high into the air and plants him with a devastating sit‑out powerbomb. Tony kicks out at two and nine‑tenths, shocking the entire arena.

Oba shakes his head, impressed but determined. He drags Tony up again, muscles him into the air, and hits a second, even more vicious powerbomb. This time Tony stays down, and Oba Femi retains the NXT Championship.

After the bell, Oba stands over Tony, breathing heavily, then extends his hand as a sign of respect. Tony looks up, exhausted, conflicted… and slaps Oba’s hand away before rolling out of the ring. Frustration, pride, and heartbreak mix on his face as he limps up the ramp.

Oba watches him go, then turns back to the crowd and raises the NXT Championship high. The ruler stands tall as New Year’s Evil comes to a close.

Vic Joseph:
"Oba Femi survives an absolute war and remains the NXT Champion! Tony D’Angelo gave everything he had, but tonight belonged to the ruler."

Corey Graves:
"Tony’s frustration is boiling over, Vic. But Oba Femi once again proves why he sits on the throne. What a way to end New Year’s Evil."​

Michael Cole:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Friday Night SmackDown, and welcome to the very first SmackDown of 2026! We are kicking off the new year in front of a sold‑out crowd, and if you thought 2025 ended with fireworks, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Wade Barrett:
“That’s right, Cole... New year, new rivalries, new opportunities, and plenty of unfinished business. The locker room is buzzing tonight, and you can feel it in the air. Everyone wants to make a statement to start 2026.”

Michael Cole:
“And speaking of statements… we’re not wasting any time. We’ve been told someone in that locker room demanded this time to speak, and apparently he has something he wants the entire world to hear.”

The lights drop. A single spotlight hits the stage.

Wade Barrett:
“Oh boy… I think we know who this is.”

The opening beat of The Miz’s theme hits — BOOM — and the crowd erupts with a mix of cheers and loud boos.

Michael Cole:
“The A‑Lister is here, and judging by the look on his face, he’s not in the mood for games. The Miz has been vocal for weeks about being overlooked, underappreciated, and disrespected… and tonight, it looks like he’s ready to let loose.”

The Miz steps onto the stage in a sharp coat, sunglasses on, soaking in the reaction with a slow, disdainful smirk. He walks down the ramp with purpose, not playing to the crowd, not posing — just laser‑focused.

Wade Barrett:
“If this is how we’re starting 2026, then buckle up. The Miz looks like a man ready to blow the doors off this place.”

The Miz stands center ring, mic in hand, pacing with intensity. The crowd buzzes, sensing something different in his tone.

The Miz:
"I work ten times as hard as anyone back there in that locker room. Ten times harder! I’ve been doing this for over twenty years, every single week, showing up, putting in the work… and yet, I never get the recognition I deserve."

THe Miz:
"Last year? We had a whole year dedicated to John Cena. John Cena! A man I beat in the main event of WrestleMania. But where was my celebration? Where was my year?"

The Miz:
"And now, look at who’s holding the WWE Championship. Cody Rhodes. Cody Rhodes is a superstar because his dad was a superstar, because his brother was a superstar. Remember Stardust? That’s Cody Rhodes’ level. I’ll say it for the record: Cody Rhodes is not on my level!"

The Miz:
"The United States Championship? Carmelo Hayes A man I made relevant. Need I say more? The tag team champions? A couple of Halloween costume guys nobody’s ever heard of."

The Miz:
"We were supposed to be past the Vince era.”

Crowd reacts loudly.

The Miz:
"Yeah, I said it. I said his name. Big deal. That era was supposed to be over. The Netflix era was supposed to be upon us. But it’s been the same old bullshit as before. And you know why? Points to the crowd. Because of you. You lot kept buying the merch, kept buying the tickets, kept telling Triple H and TKO how good a job they’re doing, patting them on the back. You’re all to blame for the state of this company!"

The arena explodes as Cody Rhodes’ music hits. The WWE Champion walks down to a thunderous ovation. Miz smirks at the predictability of the crowd reaction.

Cody Rhodes:
"Miz… I respect you. I’ve always respected you. I was listening backstage, and I’ll admit, I was almost nodding along with you. You’ve earned respect, and you do deserve opportunity. But then… you made it personal. You mentioned my dad. You spoke about my family. And that, Miz, is crossing a line. A line you don’t want to cross ever again. Because I am a tolerant man, Miz. You’ve known me for many years. But if you ever mention my family in a bad light again, we are going to have a very big problem."

The Miz stares at Cody, his voice dripping with venom.

The Miz:
"Have you listened to anything I’ve just said? Oh, you’re the WWE Champion, and we’re going to have a problem? Cody, I already have a problem, and you’re part of it! These people cheer for you, they call you a hero, their champion. But I stand by what I said: you’re here because your family put you here."

The Miz:
"And I mean no disrespect to your father. He was a great man. Your brother? Weird, but still a legend of this business. But you? You’ve been groomed to be a future Hall of Famer. You didn’t have to work hard. You don’t have to show up every week. Half the time, you’re away shooting movies! You and Roman Reigns are supposed to hate each other, but Hollywood comes calling and suddenly you’re off shooting movies together like a couple of old friends. It’s a joke!"

The Miz:
"Cody, I respect you as a man. But as a champion in this industry? You’re nothing more than a byproduct of your family name!!"

Cody snaps, lunging for The Miz. Miz just manages to slip away, rolling out of the ring. He backs up the ramp, mouthing off, pointing at Cody in the ring as the crowd roars. Cody seethes, clutching the ropes, eyes locked on Miz.

Michael Cole:
"Oh my God! The Miz just lit this place on fire with one of the most controversial promos we’ve ever heard!"

Wade Barrett:
"And Cody Rhodes was ready to tear him apart! Miz crossed the line tonight, and you can bet this is far from over."

Michael Cole:
"The Miz has made it personal, and Cody Rhodes is not going to let this slide.



Michael Cole:
“We are kicking off the in‑ring action tonight with the United States Championship on the line as Carmelo Hayes continues his open challenge tradition!”

Wade Barrett:
“And if last week was anything to go by, Carmelo might regret keeping that door open. The entire locker room is hungry to start 2026 with gold around their waist.”

Ilja Dragunov’s music hits and the crowd erupts as he storms to the ring with intensity. He grabs a microphone and declares he wants his rematch after losing the title. Before he can finish, Aleister Black appears on the stage, staring coldly into the ring.

Black tells Ilja he had his reign and lost it, and now it’s his turn to reclaim the gold. The tension spikes as the two stare each other down, neither backing away. Carmelo Hayes smirks and says if they both want him, they can have him. Making it a triple threat.

The bell rings and all three men explode into action, trading stiff strikes and rapid counters. Ilja overwhelms both men early with his relentless pace, battering Black with chops that echo through the arena. Carmelo uses his speed to pick his spots, diving in and out to avoid the heavy hitters.

Aleister Black turns the tide with a vicious knee strike to Ilja, dropping him to the mat. He follows with a flurry of kicks that stagger Carmelo into the corner. The crowd roars as Black takes control, his strikes landing with surgical precision.

Ilja fires back with pure fury, launching himself at Black with a running forearm that nearly takes his head off. He hoists Black up and drills him with the H‑Bomb, the crowd counting along as he covers. But Carmelo dives in at the last second, breaking the pin and saving his title.

Frustrated, Ilja drags Carmelo outside and launches him through the ringside barrier with a devastating tackle. The crowd erupts as Carmelo lies in the wreckage, barely moving. Ilja turns back toward the ring, eyes locked on Black.

Ilja charges at Black again, but in the chaos he accidentally collides with the referee, sending the official crashing to the mat. Black tries to capitalize, but suddenly Damien Priest slides into the ring. Priest, who has been entangled with Black for months, attacks both Black and Ilja with brutal precision.

Priest leaves both men down as he slips out of the ring, unseen by the recovering referee. Carmelo slowly crawls back into the ring, barely conscious but aware enough to drape an arm over Black. The referee stirs, crawls into position, and counts the three...

Michael Cole:
“Carmelo Hayes steals one tonight, but let’s be honest, Damien Priest just changed the entire outcome of this match!”

Wade Barrett:
“Ilja had it won, Black had it won, but Priest made sure neither man left with the gold. Carmelo survives, but this situation is about to explode.”

Michael Cole:
“The United States Championship picture is absolute chaos to start 2026, and something tells me this is far from over.”



Nathan Frazer and Axiom stand in front of the SmackDown backdrop, both fired up but focused.

Nathan Frazer:
“Look, listen Axiom… We’ve done things your way. We were patient, we waited our turn, and now we’ve finally got our shot. Next week, The Wyatt Sicks . The tag titles. It’s all right there for us.”

Axiom:
“You don’t need to tell me, Nathan. I’ve done the maths, and statistically we are at a disadvantage… but with you by my side, we can achieve anything.”

Frazer nods, claps Axiom on the shoulder. Suddenly, out of nowhere, MFT explode into frame.

Talla Tonga blindsides Frazer with a forearm. Tonga Loa and JC Mateo grab Axiom and slam him into equipment crates. Tama Tonga stomps Frazer down as the number one contenders are overwhelmed instantly.

The beatdown continues, fists flying, bodies hitting the concrete. Axiom tries to fight back but gets dropped with a double‑team strike. Frazer is thrown into a production case, collapsing beside his partner.

The chaos stops when the room goes quiet. Solo Sikoa steps into frame.

MFT immediately step back, giving him space. Solo kneels beside the fallen Fraxiom, staring at them with cold intensity.

Solo Sikoa:
“No one… and I mean no one… gets a shot at those tag titles before us. Before my family. I hope my little message gets through.”

Solo stands, MFT forming a wall behind him... Suddenly.

Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin crash into MFT with fists flying, taking the fight straight to them. Shelley drops JC Mateo with a superkick while Sabin sends Tama Tonga crashing into a stack of crates. The Motor City Machine Guns clear house, forcing MFT to retreat down the hallway.

Shelley and Sabin kneel beside Fraxiom, helping them sit up, checking on them as officials rush in.

Michael Cole:
“MFT just sent a message, but the Motor City Machine Guns weren’t having any of it! Fraxiom were moments away from being seriously injured.”

Wade Barrett:
“And if Solo Sikoa thinks he can jump the line for the tag titles, he’s got another thing coming. This entire division is about to explode.”

Michael Cole:
“The Wyatt Sicks, Fraxiom, MFT, the Machine Guns — the tag team landscape is absolute chaos heading into next week!”



Camera cuts backstage.

The Miz sits alone in his locker room staring at the floor. The door opens and Nick Aldis walks in.

Nick Aldis:
"Miz. You’ve had an eventful night so far. Feeling better after getting that off your chest?"

The Miz doesn’t look up, his jaw clenched.

The Miz:
"What do you want, Aldis?"

Nick Aldis:
"I want to let you know… I listened to your speech. Fine speech. And tonight… it’s you versus Cody Rhodes."

The Miz slowly raises his head, eyes narrowing.

Nick Aldis:
"And it’s for the WWE Title. Here is your opportunity, Miz. Don’t waste it."

Aldis turns and walks out, leaving Miz alone.

Michael Cole:
"Oh my! Did you hear that? The Miz is getting his shot at Cody Rhodes tonight… and it’s for the WWE Championship!"

Wade Barrett:
"This is exactly what Miz wanted. He demanded opportunity, and Nick Aldis just handed him the biggest one of all. And judging by that smile… Miz is already plotting how to make the most of it."



Michael Cole:
“Up next, we’ve got a big moment here on the first SmackDown of 2026. The debut of Trick Williams!”

Wade Barrett:
“And what a test he’s got in front of him, Cole. R‑Truth may be unpredictable, but he’s a future Hall of Famer and one of the toughest veterans in WWE.”

The bell rings and Trick Williams immediately uses his size and athleticism to push R‑Truth into the corner. Truth tries to lighten the mood with some dancing, but Trick isn’t having any of it. He charges in with a heavy shoulder thrust that wipes the smile right off Truth’s face.

Truth fires back with quick jabs and a spinning heel kick that catches Trick off guard. The crowd pops as Truth hits the ropes for a comeback sequence. But Trick cuts him off with a massive clothesline that sends Truth flipping to the matt.

Trick slows the pace, grounding Truth with a tight chinlock and talking trash as he wrenches back. Truth fights to his feet, landing body shots to break free. But Trick responds with a knee to the gut and a snap suplex that shakes the ring.

Truth makes one last push, ducking a big boot and hitting a jumping calf kick. He tries to follow up with the Scissor Kick, but Trick sidesteps it with ease. Trick blasts him with a jumping knee strike that drops Truth instantly.

With the crowd buzzing. Trick hits Trick Shot. He hooks the leg confidently as the referee counts the three. Trick Williams wins his SmackDown debut in dominant fashion.

Trick stands tall, posing over Truth as the crowd gives a mixed but loud reaction. Truth rolls to the ropes, clutching his jaw but nodding in respect. Trick smirks, knowing he just made a statement on night one.

Michael Cole:
“Trick Williams just arrived on SmackDown in a big way! That was a statement victory over a future Hall of Famer.”

Wade Barrett:
“I’ve been saying it for months Trick Williams is the real deal. If this is how he starts 2026, the entire SmackDown roster better take notice.”

Michael Cole:
“Trick Williams is here, and he’s here to make an impact. What a debut!”



Michael Cole:
“Ladies and gentlemen, the WWE Women’s Champion is on her way to the ring, and from what we’re hearing, Jade Cargill has something she wants to get off her chest.”

Wade Barrett:
“She’s been unstoppable since arriving here, Cole. And if I know Jade, she’s about to remind the entire division exactly who runs this place.”

Jade Cargill steps onto the stage, championship over her shoulder, moving with absolute confidence. She enters the ring, raises the title high, and the crowd gives a mixed but thunderous reaction.

Jade Cargill:
“Since beating Tiffany Stratton, I haven’t found a single woman in that locker room worthy of facing me for this title. I am the most dominant woman in WWE today, and every single one of them is scared to step up. Tiffany Stratton went undefeated for the entire year of 2025… until she stepped in the ring with me.”

She paces slowly, tapping the title with her fingertips.

Jade Cargill:
“Being champion was my destiny. I was born for this. And nobody, nobody.. Can stop me.”

The crowd boos, but Jade smirks.

Jade Cargill:
“And let’s be real… whoever wins the Royal Rumble? They’ll avoid me too. Because they know stepping in this ring with Jade Cargill is a match they can’t win.”

Suddenly — Bianca Belair’s music hits. The arena explodes. Bianca steps onto the stage for the first time since Evolution, the crowd losing their minds.

Michael Cole:
“Bianca Belair is here! We haven’t seen her in months!”

Wade Barrett:
“And look at Jade’s face she did NOT expect this.”

Bianca walks to the ring with purpose, eyes locked on Jade. She steps inside, standing inches from her former friend. Jade tilts her head with a smirk.

Jade Cargill:
“Well… this should be good.”

Bianca smirks back, but her eyes are cold.

Bianca Belair:
“Jade… you know I’ve got a lot of respect for you. You were my friend. My tag team partner.”

The crowd quiets, hanging on every word.

Bianca Belair:
“Naomi did what she did… and you blamed me. And maybe I should’ve seen the signs, put two and two together but I didn’t. I tried to explain, tried to talk to you, but it wasn’t enough for you.”

Jade’s expression hardens.

Bianca Belair:
“You still blamed me. You threw away our friendship. But I’m not here to talk about the past… I’m here to talk about the future. My future.”

Bianca steps closer, almost nose‑to‑nose.

Bianca Belair:
“You see, Jade… I will be entering the Royal Rumble. I will win the Royal Rumble. And when I do… I’m coming for that title.”

The crowd erupts as Bianca leans in, staring Jade down with absolute fire. Jade doesn’t flinch, gripping her title tighter.

Bianca smirks, backs away slowly, and exits the ring never breaking eye contact. Jade stands frozen in the center, jaw clenched, fury and shock mixing on her face.

Michael Cole:
“Bianca Belair just sent a message loud and clear — she’s back, and she’s coming for the Women’s Championship!”

Wade Barrett:
“And Jade Cargill looked rattled for the first time since winning that title. If Bianca enters the Rumble… Jade’s entire world might be about to change.”

Michael Cole:
“The road to the Royal Rumble just got a whole lot more dangerous. Jade Cargill vs. Bianca Belair… that’s a collision waiting to happen.”



The camera cuts backstage just as the door to Nick Aldis’ office slams open. Drew McIntyre storms in, breathing heavy, eyes blazing with fury. Aldis looks up from his desk, already bracing himself.

Drew McIntyre:
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Aldis. The Miz throws a tantrum out there, runs his mouth for ten minutes, and you reward him with a WWE Title match? Cancel it. Cancel it right now.”

Nick Aldis stays calm, folding his arms.

Drew McIntyre:
“Because if you don’t… I’ll make damn sure that match doesn’t reach a conclusion. I should be facing Cody Rhodes!! Not The Miz, not anyone else. I’m the one who deserves that title shot!”
Aldis raises an eyebrow.

Nick Aldis:
“Drew… are you threatening me? Are you threatening my main event?”

Drew lets out a low, humourless laugh.

Drew McIntyre:
“What exactly are you gonna do if I am, Nick? I’m sick of being treated like a mug around here. And if I have to threaten people to be taken seriously, you bet your ass I will.”

Aldis nods slowly, then looks past Drew.

Nick Aldis:
“Security.”

Two security guards rush in and grab Drew by the arms. Drew thrashes, furious, shouting as they restrain him.

Nick Aldis:
“Escort him from the building. Oh… and Drew?”

Aldis steps forward, eye to eye with him.

Nick Aldis:
“No one threatens me.”

Security drags Drew out as he roars in anger, kicking the door open on the way out.

Michael Cole:
“Oh my God! Nick Aldis has just thrown Drew McIntyre out of the building .Drew is banned from the arena!”

Wade Barrett:
“And can you blame him? Drew basically promised to ruin the main event! Aldis had no choice but to protect the WWE Championship match.”

Michael Cole:
“But you know Drew McIntyre being escorted out doesn’t always mean he’s gone. And if he meant what he said… Cody Rhodes and The Miz might be walking into absolute chaos tonight.”



Michael Cole:
“Ladies and gentlemen, after the absolute chaos we witnessed backstage earlier tonight, Nick Aldis has made this match official the Motor City Machine Guns versus MFT!”

Wade Barrett:
“And look at ringside, Cole. Solo Sikoa, Talla Tonga, and JC Mateo are all out here. This is practically a five‑on‑two situation, and Sabin and Shelley are walking straight into enemy territory.”

The bell rings and the match explodes into action, Sabin and Shelley using their speed to overwhelm Tama Tonga early. Quick tags, rapid‑fire kicks, and double‑team precision keep MFT off balance. The crowd is electric as the Machine Guns hit their rhythm.

Tonga Loa powers his way into the match, using brute strength to slow the pace. He slams Shelley with a heavy spinebuster that shakes the ring. Solo and the others pound the mat at ringside, barking orders and creating constant distractions.

Sabin tags in and picks up the pace again, hitting a running dropkick that sends Tama Tonga flying into the corner. Shelley follows with a superkick, and together they hit a double‑team combo that nearly gets the three count. But JC Mateo hops onto the apron, forcing the referee to deal with him.

The distraction allows Talla Tonga to yank Sabin’s leg from the outside, sending him crashing face‑first into the mat. Shelley tries to intervene, but Solo steps in front of him, blocking his path with a cold stare. The referee turns just in time to miss all of it.

Back in the ring, Tama Tonga hits a snap DDT on Sabin while Tonga Loa crushes Shelley with a clothesline on the apron. The Machine Guns try to rally, but every time they build momentum, another MFT member interferes. The numbers game becomes impossible to overcome.

Finally, Tama Tonga hits the Gun Stun on Sabin while Tonga Loa wipes out Shelley on the floor. Tama covers, the referee counts, and MFT steal the victory thanks to the constant chaos at ringside. The crowd boos loudly as MFT celebrate like they’ve conquered the world.

After the bell, MFT swarm the ring all five men beating down Sabin and Shelley. Solo Sikoa directs traffic as the Machine Guns are stomped into the mat, completely overwhelmed. The assault looks endless… until Fraxiom sprint down the ramp.

Nathan Frazer and Axiom hit the ring with fire, swinging at anything in an MFT shirt. They clear the ring, sending MFT scrambling up the ramp, shouting threats as they retreat. Fraxiom help Sabin and Shelley to their feet, returning the favour from earlier tonight.

Michael Cole:
“Fraxiom returning the favour and thank goodness they did! MFT were about to dismantle the Motor City Machine Guns!”

Wade Barrett:
“This tag division is out of control, Cole. Fraxiom, MFT, the Machine Guns and the Wyatt Sicks waiting next week. Something is going to break, and when it does, it’s going to be violent.”

Michael Cole:
“The road to the tag titles is absolute chaos, and it’s only getting more dangerous from here!”



The camera cuts to the parking lot where chaos is already unfolding. Damien Priest and Aleister Black are locked in a wild brawl, slamming each other into cars and equipment as officials desperately try — and fail — to separate them. The fight spills across the concrete, both men throwing heavy shots with no hesitation.

Priest rams Black against a car door, but Black fires back with a knee that staggers him. Security swarms, trying to pull them apart, but both men break free again, colliding with even more fury. The crowd inside the arena can be heard roaring as the fight escalates.

Priest finally gains the upper hand, grabbing Black by the throat. With a roar, he drives him down onto the car’s windscreen, shattering it as Black crashes onto the hood. Officials rush in again, but Priest drops to a knee beside Black, breathing hard, eyes burning with rage.

Damien Priest:
“I’m going to destroy you. I’m going to make sure you don’t walk out of this. This ends at the Royal Rumble.”

Priest leans closer, his voice low and venomous.

Damien Priest:
“Me and you… one on one. Only one of us survives. Only one of us doesn’t get… buried alive.”

Priest stands, staring down at Black as security finally forces him back. The camera lingers on the wreckage — the shattered glass, the battered bodies, the chaos — before cutting back to ringside.

Michael Cole:
“What did we just witness?! Damien Priest and Aleister Black are completely out of control and Priest just challenged him to a Buried Alive match at the Royal Rumble!”

Wade Barrett:
“That’s not a challenge, Cole that’s a threat. Priest wants to end Aleister Black’s career, and after what we just saw, he might be capable of it.”

Michael Cole:
“Security needs to get this situation under control immediately. If this is where they are now, I can’t imagine what’s going to happen when they meet at the Royal Rumble!”



The camera cuts backstage where a loud, piercing voice echoes down the hallway.

Chelsea Green:
“Nick! Nick! NICK!!!”

Chelsea storms into frame, frantically looking around until she spots Nick Aldis outside his office. Aldis, exhausted from the night’s nonstop drama, closes his eyes in frustration.

Nick Aldis:
“What is it, Chelsea? What is it? What… is it?”

Chelsea holds up her Women’s US Title, dramatically waving it in his face.

Chelsea Green:
“What it is, Nick, is that next week you have me down to defend this. MY Women’s US Title against Giulia! And Nick, we both know she hasn’t earned and does NOT deserve another shot at my championship.”

Nick opens his mouth to respond, but Chelsea throws up a hand.

Chelsea Green:
“Wait, I’m not finished! So Nick… cancel the match, please… and thank you!”

She smiles sweetly. Nick Aldis just stares at her, deadpan.

Nick Aldis:
“You finished now?”

Chelsea looks offended, clutching her title.

Nick Aldis:
“Good. Because you’re the second person tonight to come in here demanding I change my plans. I run SmackDown, Chelsea not you.”

Chelsea’s jaw drops as Nick steps closer, voice firm.

Nick Aldis:
“Next week, you will be facing Giulia for that title… or you will be stripped of the belt. Is that clear enough for you?”

Chelsea sputters, furious.

Nick Aldis:
“Good. Now get out of my office.”

Chelsea storms off in a rage, screaming incoherently as Aldis rubs his temples, completely done with the night.

Michael Cole:
“Chelsea Green just got shut down hard by Nick Aldis and honestly, she had it coming!”

Wade Barrett:
“She tried the classic Chelsea Green special: complain, whine, and hope the rules magically change. But Aldis isn’t playing games tonight.”

Michael Cole:
“Next week, Chelsea Green will defend the Women’s US Title against Giulia or she loses the championship. No excuses, no shortcuts.”



Michael Cole"
Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our main event! Cody Rhodes defends the WWE Championship against The Miz, who earlier tonight delivered one of the most controversial promos of his career."

Wade Barrett:
"This is Miz’s chance to prove he’s more than just talk. He demanded opportunity, and Nick Aldis gave him the biggest one of all. Can he shock the world tonight?"

The bell rings and both men circle cautiously, locking up in the center of the ring. Cody works Miz into a headlock, but Miz counters with a wristlock, showing his technical chops. The crowd is split, some cheering Cody, others buzzing for Miz’s defiance.

They trade holds and reversals, each man trying to gain the upper hand. Cody hits a quick arm drag, but Miz pops right back up with a smirk. The tension is thick as the pace quickens, each strike drawing louder reactions from the crowd.

Momentum shifts as Miz lands a running knee lift, stunning Cody. He follows with sharp kicks to the ribs, keeping the champion grounded. Cody fights back with a drop-down uppercut, but Miz cuts him off with a DDT for a near fall.

Out of nowhere, Miz catches Cody and plants him with the Skull Crushing Finale! The crowd gasps as Miz hooks the leg.. one, two, but Cody kicks out at the last second. Miz explodes in frustration, screaming at the referee and pounding the mat.

That hesitation proves costly as Cody rises and nails a Cody Cutter from nowhere! He covers.. one, two, but Miz kicks out to the shock of the audience. Both men lie exhausted, the match now hanging in the balance.

They stagger to their feet, trading punches in the center of the ring. Miz swings wildly, but Cody ducks and hits another Cody Cutter. This time he hooks the leg tight.. one, two, three.

Cody Rhodes retains the WWE Championship!

Cody celebrates, clutching his title as the crowd erupts in cheers. He extends a hand to help Miz up, showing respect for the fight. Miz shoves him away, pride wounded, and rolls out of the ring, glaring back at Cody with defiance.

Michael Cole:
"What a battle! Cody Rhodes survives The Miz and remains WWE Champion here tonight."

Corey Graves:
"But look at Miz he refuses Cody’s respect, refuses sympathy. He wanted recognition, and even in defeat, he’s going to demand it on his own terms."

Michael Cole:
"The American Nightmare stands tall, but The Miz has made his point loud and clear. This rivalry is far from finished."​