WWE Raw - Feb 1st
[RAW opens with “Metalingus” blasting through the arena. The crowd erupts. Edge steps onto the stage, holding his Royal Rumble victory ticket like a trophy. He walks to the ring, soaking in the reaction.]
EDGE:
“Last night… I did it again!”
The crowd pops.
“Ten years after my very first Royal Rumble, I walked into that match—after months of doubt, months of people wondering if Edge was done—and I proved that the Rated-R Superstar is FAR from finished!”
“And now, I stand here with a guaranteed championship match at WrestleMania Twenty-Six. So let me make this crystal clear… I’m not waiting. I’m not hesitating. I’m not overthinking this. Whoever walks into WrestleMania as WWE Champion… consider this the biggest warning of your life. Because at WrestleMania, I’m walking out with THAT title.”
The crowd cheers. Edge paces the ring, fired up.
“So Sheamus, if you keep that big gold belt on your pale shoulder until Phoenix? Great. If not? Then whoever takes it from you—Cena, Orton, Kofi, whoever wants to step up—just know that the Rated-R Superstar is already breathing down your neck.”
Suddenly… “NO CHANCE… THAT’S WHAT YOU’VE GOT!”
The arena erupts in boos as Mr. McMahon power-walks onto the stage with a mic.
VINCE MCMAHON:
“Edge… congratulations on your Royal Rumble victory. Impressive. Inspirational. Wonderful.”
He smirks.
“But before you start mapping out your WrestleMania coronation, there’s a little matter known as… the Elimination Chamber.”
The crowd reacts.
“You see, Sheamus WILL defend the WWE Championship inside that Chamber. And over the next two weeks, right here on Raw, we’re going to find out exactly who will join him inside that sadistic structure.”
Edge stares at Vince, pacing with intensity.
EDGE:
“Fine, Vince. Stack the deck. Shake things up. It doesn’t matter. Because whoever survives that Chamber is who I’m taking down at WrestleMania.”
He leans over the top rope, gesturing toward Vince.
“But since we’re talking about matches, I want one next week. I need to shake off some rust—and I want Raw’s BEST.”
The crowd pops at the challenge.
Vince chuckles.
VINCE MCMAHON:
“A match? You want a match? Fine.”
He steps closer to the ramp.
“Next week on Raw, Edge, you WILL compete. But not against just anybody…”
He raises a finger.
“…you will face a mystery opponent. Someone I choose. Someone who will test just how ‘ready’ you really are for WrestleMania.”
Vince smiles that trademark smug grin.
“Good luck, Edge. You’re gonna need it.”
Vince’s music hits again as Edge stares him down from the ring, smirking confidently, mouthing: “Bring it on.” The show fades to commercial with the crowd buzzing over who the mystery opponent could be.
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Singles Match
Winner enters the Elimination Chamber for the WWE Championship
Cody Rhodes w/Ted Dibiase Jr. and Randy Orton vs Evan Bourne
The bell rings. Cody circles Bourne with a smirk, confident. Quick collar-and-elbow tie-up. Cody immediately transitions into a headlock, grinding it in, talking trash: “You don’t belong in the Chamber.” Bourne shoves him off, leapfrogs, ducks under a clothesline, and hits a sharp arm drag. Cody rolls out to regroup. At ringside, Orton stands with arms crossed while DiBiase offers half-hearted encouragement. Cody hops back onto the apron, annoyed.
Cody returns and uses a cheap knee to the gut to take control. He whips Bourne to the ropes, hits a beautiful dropkick, then begins dissecting Bourne’s left arm. Commentary notes Cody’s methodical style—weakening Bourne so the high-flyer can’t scale the ropes. Cody wrenches the arm, slams it across his shoulder, then stomps it in the corner. He taunts the crowd, then shoots a glance at Orton, as if seeking approval. Orton doesn’t react.
Cody goes for a hammerlock slam… but Bourne flips out of it, lands on his feet! He fires off stiff kicks to the ribs, then a spinning heel kick for a near fall. Bourne tries for a quick cradle, another two-count. Cody scrambles, frustrated.
Cody rakes the eyes behind the referee’s back, shoves Bourne into the corner, and hits a running front suplex onto the top rope. Bourne crashes to the floor. Cody yells at Ted to “stand him up!” Ted hesitates—Orton glares at him. Ted backs off, hands raised. Cody slides out, slams Bourne spine-first into the barricade, then rolls him back in for a cover—near fall again. Cody shouts at the referee, tension rising.
Cody applies a modified bow-and-arrow hold, stretching Bourne’s spine. Bourne fights it, twisting out with quick kicks. Cody counters into a Russian leg sweep, floats over—two-count. The crowd begins rallying behind Bourne. Cody stomps him down again, but now he’s annoyed with Legacy’s presence. He yells at Orton: “Are you even watching?!” Orton stares blankly.
Cody pulls Bourne up for Cross Rhodes—but Bourne spins out, lands on his feet, and hits a jumping knee to Cody’s jaw! Both men fall. The crowd comes alive. Bourne gets to his feet first—lightning-fast kicks, a running hurricanrana, then a flying knee off the second rope for a CLOSE two-count. Bourne signals he’s heading up top.
As Bourne climbs, Cody rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs. Bourne attempts a baseball slide, Cody dodges, and Bourne crashes to the floor. Cody starts screaming at Ted: “Why didn’t you stop him? Do something!” Ted fires back: “I’m not your babysitter, Cody!”
Cody gets in Ted’s face, shoving him. Orton steps between them—not breaking it up, just staring daggers at both, fueling the tension. Cody turns to Orton: “You gonna pick his side now?!” Orton: “Focus on your match.”
Cody rolls Bourne back in and climbs onto the apron, but he keeps glancing back at Orton and Ted, who are now arguing with each other. The ref warns all three of them. Cody yells: “Hey! Eyes on me! This is MY moment!” He steps through the ropes… But the argument outside intensifies—Ted and Orton are nose-to-nose, Ted shouting about being treated like a lackey. Cody turns his back to yell at them: "Both of you SHUT UP!”
Bourne seizes the moment. He rolls Cody up from behind—Cody kicks out at two, but he’s stunned. Cody staggers to his feet, still looking at Legacy’s meltdown on the outside. Bourne spins, kicks Cody in the side of the head—a perfect enzuigiri. Cody collapses. The crowd roars as Bourne climbs the ropes. Orton and Ted are still arguing, completely distracted. BOURNE FLIES — SHOOTING STAR PRESS! He lands flush. 1… 2… 3!
WINNER: EVAN BOURNE — QUALIFIES FOR THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER
Bourne celebrates, pointing to the WrestleMania sign and the Chamber graphic on the tron. Outside the ring, Cody screams at Ted, shoves him, and argues with Orton, who looks disgusted with both of them. The seeds of Legacy’s implosion grow deeper as Raw fades to the next segment.
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[Camera cuts to ringside. Michael Cole and Jerry “The King” Lawler sit at the announce desk as the crowd buzzes from the previous match.]
MICHAEL COLE:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are back on Monday Night Raw, and after Evan Bourne’s huge victory a few moments ago, we now know two of the six men who will enter the Elimination Chamber to challenge Sheamus for the WWE Championship.”
KING:
“That was a massive upset, Cole! Bourne is going to the Chamber—what a night!”
Cole shuffles his notes as the graphic appears on the titantron.
MICHAEL COLE:
“Well folks, Raw General Manager has just informed us of the matches taking place over the next two weeks to determine the remaining four entrants into that brutal WWE Championship Elimination Chamber match.”
The crowd reacts as each match graphic flashes.
MICHAEL COLE:
“First, next week, John Cena will go one-on-one with the Big Show—the winner punches his ticket to the Chamber.”
The audience pops as Cena’s face appears.
KING:
“Oh man! That’s gonna be like watching two bulldozers collide!”
Cole continues.
MICHAEL COLE:
“Also next week: Triple H meets Mark Henry in another qualifying matchup.”
A loud cheer follows.
KING:
“Talk about powerhouses—Mark Henry isn’t gonna make that easy for The Game.”
Cole nods and moves on.
MICHAEL COLE:
“The following week, we’ve got a blockbuster: The Miz versus Shawn Michaels.”
The crowd erupts at the mention of HBK.
KING:
“Miz had better bring every trick he’s got if he’s standing across the ring from Mr. WrestleMania!”
Cole raises his voice slightly for the final announcement.
MICHAEL COLE:
“And finally—also in two weeks—Jack Swagger will battle Randy Orton for the last spot inside the Chamber.”
The crowd gives a mixed reaction at Orton’s name following Legacy’s earlier meltdown.
KING:
“Randy Orton’s got his hands full after what we saw earlier—this could get real interesting!”
Cole concludes as the full match lineup appears on the screen.
MICHAEL COLE:
“Four massive matches. Four huge opportunities. By next week, we’ll know exactly who steps inside the Elimination Chamber to challenge Sheamus for the WWE Championship!”
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[Backstage – Interview hallway. MVP is stretching his shoulders while Mark Henry is doing light band work. Both men look focused, dressed in their ring gear. The Unified Tag Team Championship graphic hangs on a monitor behind them.]
MARK HENRY:
(glancing over)
“Hey man… I gotta ask. Last night, after your match with Miz—you snapped. What came over you?”
MVP pauses, lowers his arms, and looks Henry dead in the eye.
MVP:
“Mark… I’m tired. I’m tired of being disrespected around here. Tired of people like The Miz runnin’ their mouths like I’m some stepping stone. I’ve been bustin’ my tail for years, and every time I get close to something big, somebody tries to shove me right back down.”
He shakes his head, frustrated but controlled.
MVP (cont’d):
“So last night? That was just me finally letting everybody know I’m done playing nice.”
Henry nods, taking in the fire in MVP’s voice.
MARK HENRY:
“Alright… as long as your head’s in the right place tonight.”
MVP smirks and pats Henry on the shoulder.
MVP:
“Oh, my head’s exactly where it needs to be. Miz is yesterday. Right now? Tonight? We’re walkin’ into that ring as a team—and we’re walkin’ out as the new Unified Tag Team Champions.”
Henry cracks a grin, energized.
MARK HENRY:
“Then let’s go do this."
[They bump fists as the camera fades out.]
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The camera finds Sheamus lying motionless on the floor, his championship belt just out of reach. The crowd can hear the distant hum of the arena, but backstage is silent.
[Referees rush into frame, their expressions a mix of shock and urgency.]
REFEREE #1:
“Sheamus! Can you hear me? Somebody call medical!”
REFEREE #2:
“Where is he? Who did this?!”
The camera pans quickly down the hallway—there’s no one in sight. No shadows, no footprints, no sign of an attacker.
Sheamus groans and slowly clutches his ribs, still lying on the floor. One referee bends down, checking his pulse.
REFEREE #1:
“He’s alive… but whoever did this didn’t leave a trace. It’s like they vanished.”
The camera cuts to Sheamus’ dazed face as he struggles to sit up, eyes scanning the empty hallway. The belt glints under the harsh fluorescent light, just out of his reach.
[The segment ends with a shaky zoom on Sheamus’ face, the arena lights faintly reflecting in the background, leaving the audience questioning: “Who attacked the WWE Champion?”]
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[RAW returns from commercial. The crowd buzzes as John Cena’s music doesn’t play—instead, he’s already in the ring, pacing slowly, microphone in hand. The mood is noticeably serious.]
JOHN CENA:
“You know… for the first time in a long time—five years to be exact—I’m standin’ in this ring the night after the Royal Rumble, and I have absolutely no idea where I fit on the road to WrestleMania.”
The crowd murmurs; Cena’s tone is calm, honest.
“Every year since 2005, I’ve walked into WrestleMania knowing exactly who I was, what I was fightin’ for, and where I belonged.”
“But this year? I don’t have a Rumble win. I don’t have a guaranteed title shot. All I’ve got… is uncertainty.”
He pauses, soaking in the silence.
“I’ve heard people say, ‘Cena will be fine. Cena always finds a way.’ But the truth is… I don’t want a handout. I don’t want a shortcut. I want to earn my way onto WrestleMania Twenty-Six.”
The crowd cheers.
“And the only way to do that—the only way to make sure I still belong at WrestleMania—is to become WWE Champion again.”
“Sheamus, Elimination Chamber, the Chamber qualifiers… whatever stands between me and that title, I’m goin’ through it.”
Cena tightens his grip on the mic.
“Tonight, I have a chance to step inside the Chamber. I have a chance to prove I still deserve to be in the main event of WrestleMania. If I don’t win? Then maybe… maybe I don’t deserve it this year.”
The crowd reacts loudly at the rare admission.
Cena looks into the hard camera.
“So tonight, I’m givin’ everything I’ve got. Because I’m not ready to let go of WrestleMania just yet.”
He lowers the mic—
“WELL… IT’S THE BIG SHOW!”
The arena rumbles as Big Show’s music hits. Cena turns toward the stage. Big Show steps out, arms crossed, smirking, the massive silhouette blocking the lights.
Big Show slowly marches down the ramp, staring at Cena with cold confidence.
Cole at ringside: “Their Elimination Chamber qualifying match is NEXT!”
Show climbs onto the apron, stepping over the top rope while never breaking eye contact.
Cena drops the mic.
Show cracks his knuckles.
The referee slides into the ring as the crowd swells—Elimination Chamber spot on the line.
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Singles Match
Winner enters the Elimination Chamber for the WWE Championship
John Cena vs Big Show
The bell rings. Cena circles cautiously, but Big Show immediately corners him with booming body shots. Show tosses Cena across the ring like nothing. Cena rolls out, shaking off the early damage. Cole reminds everyone that Cena must win to ensure a WrestleMania path. Cena re-enters, recalibrating.
Cena ducks a clothesline, hits quick jabs and shoulder thrusts—but when he runs the ropes, Show blasts him with a huge elbow that sends him tumbling out of the ring. Show follows, slamming Cena spine-first into the announce table. King winces on commentary. Show tosses Cena back into the ring for a two-count.
Show applies a crushing neck wrench, leaning all 441 pounds down. Cena fights to his feet—only for Show to scoop him up and deliver a massive side slam. Cover—two-count. Show smirks to the crowd and delivers his trademark “shhh…” chop to Cena’s chest in the corner. The echo stuns the audience. Cena collapses. Show stands over him confidently.
Show misses a corner avalanche—ring shakes as he hits the buckles. Cena pops up with fast rights, a flying shoulder tackle, then another—but Show stays standing. Cena tries a third shoulder tackle— Show catches him in mid-air and spikes him with a bearhug slam. Cover—two-count again.
Show locks a tight bearhug around Cena’s torso, squeezing hard. Cena grimaces, fading. Ref raises Cena’s arm—it stays up on the third drop. Tearing free, Cena throws elbows to escape, but Show mows him down with a running clothesline that flips Cena inside-out. Another two-count.
Show raises his fist—crowd gasps. Cena dodges the KO Punch at the last second—Show punches the top turnbuckle pad instead, staggering back and clutching his hand. Cena fires off rapid punches, backing Show up. He runs the ropes. KO PUNCH CONNECTS! Cena drops like he was shot. Show covers— ONE..TWO…CENA GETS THE FOOT ON THE ROPE! Show is stunned.
Show argues with the ref, then drags Cena up by the neck for a chokeslam. Cena slips out—lands on his feet—and staggers Show with a low dropkick to the injured hand. Show swings wildly with the bad hand. Cena ducks and hits a running blockbuster-style neckbreaker. Both men down. Crowd clapping Cena back to life.
Cena rises first. Flying shoulder tackle! Second tackle! Show stumbles but doesn’t fall. Cena ducks another punch— Proto-Bomb connects! The arena erupts. Cena waves his hand over Show— “YOU CAN’T SEE ME!” Five Knuckle Shuffle! Show’s head bounces off the mat. Cena positions himself in the corner, waiting…
Cena tries to hoist Show for the AA—Show drops behind and crushes him with a choke-bomb! Cover—Cena kicks out at two and a half. Show goes for another KO Punch— Cena rolls under it, picks the ankle—tries the STF— Show powers out, flinging Cena across the ring. The crowd is electric. Show charges—Cena sidesteps— Show crashes shoulder-first into the steel post and gets stuck for a second. Cena sees his opening.
Show staggers backward from the corner, dazed. Cena grabs him around the waist… strains… the crowd erupts… Cena LIFTS BIG SHOW ONTO HIS SHOULDERS— The arena explodes— ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT!! The ring shakes on impact. Cena collapses onto Show— ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER: JOHN CENA — QUALIFIES FOR THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER
Cena rolls off, exhausted, clutching his ribs. The referee raises his arm as Cole shouts about Cena’s incredible strength and how he’s now one step closer to saving his WrestleMania fate. Big Show is still down as Cena exits the ring, pumping his fist toward the WrestleMania 26 sign.
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[A black screen fades into grainy, slow-motion shots of a dimly lit wrestling ring. The sound of echoing mat slams fills the background. Somber, intense music begins playing.]
NARRATOR (V.O.):
“For over ten years… one name has echoed across the independent wrestling world.”
[Cut to quick flashes of Bryan Danielson locking in submissions, delivering stiff kicks, and shaking hands with opponents in small but passionate venues.]
NARRATOR (V.O.):
“He’s wrestled in front of fifty fans… and he’s wrestled in front of thousands. From Tokyo… to London… to every corner of the United States.”
[A shot of Danielson’s boot connecting with someone’s chest. A loud echoing “THUD.”]
NARRATOR (V.O.):
“He is a former World Champion. A submission specialist. A technician who’s forced some of the world’s best to tap out.”
[Cut to footage of Bryan stretching opponents in brutal-looking holds—Cattle Mutilation, triangle chokes, hyperextended arms.]
Then a close-up of his eyes—focused, intense, unblinking.
BRYAN DANIELSON (V.O., calm but deadly serious):
“WWE is my next test. The biggest test.”
“And in two weeks… you’re all going to find out what happens when the most dangerous wrestler you’ve never seen—finally steps onto the biggest stage in the world.”
[Clips speed up: shattering kicks, bridges, roll-through submissions, small arenas roaring.]
NARRATOR (V.O.):
“Bryan Danielson. The American Dragon.”
[Screen cuts to black. A single line fades in:]
“DEBUTING IN TWO WEEKS.”
[One last sound: the sharp crack of a kick.]
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[Backstage – Camera follows The Miz walking confidently down the hallway, U.S. Championship slung proudly over his shoulder. He’s mid-rant, smug as ever.]
THE MIZ:
“Did you SEE that last night? Of course you did, because the whole world saw it. MVP tried—oh, he tried—but once again, the most must-see United States Champion in WWE history proved exactly why this title looks so good on me.”
He taps the plate of the belt with a smug grin.
“MVP talked big, but at the end of the night? I walked out still champion, still awesome, and still everything this show desperately needs.”
Miz turns a corner—and walks right into Chris Masters, who stands there with arms crossed.
Miz recoils slightly.
THE MIZ:
“…Uh, hey. Watch where you’re going, alright? Some of us have championships to defend.”
Masters just stares him down, unimpressed.
Miz scoffs, straightens his jacket, and brushes past him.
THE MIZ (calling back as he walks away):
“I don’t have time for musclebound wallpaper. I’ve got a title match—try not to drool while you watch me win… again.”
[Camera pans to Masters shaking his head as Miz heads toward the gorilla position.]
Michael Cole (V.O.):
“The United States Championship is on the line—The Miz defends against The Hurricane… NEXT!”*
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Singles Match
United States Championship
The Miz (c) vs The Hurricane
The bell rings. The Hurricane bounces around, using his speed and agility to dodge Miz’s initial strikes. He lands a series of quick chops and a dropkick to Miz’s knee. The Miz grimaces but quickly recovers, using his veteran ring awareness to slow the pace, backing Hurricane into the corner and hitting a stiff forearm.
Cole: “Miz looking very calculated here, King, not giving Hurricane a chance to catch fire early.”
King: “That’s smart, Cole—he’s defending the U.S. Title and knows he can’t take Hurricane lightly.”
Hurricane hits a flying clothesline and a spinning heel kick that staggers Miz. The crowd cheers as Hurricane whips Miz into the ropes, attempting a running dropkick—Miz ducks and counters with a short-arm clothesline. Miz goes for a pin: 1… 2… kickout! Miz taunts the crowd, shoving Hurricane and trying to assert dominance. Hurricane fires back with quick strikes and a missile dropkick from the second rope—again Miz kicks out. The crowd is on their feet.
Miz begins to target Hurricane’s midsection with stiff kicks and a big boot to slow him down. He whips Hurricane into the corner and follows up with a running clothesline. Hurricane is reeling. Miz goes for the Skull-Crushing Finale, but Hurricane blocks, reversing it into a small package: 1… 2… kickout! Hurricane attempts a high-risk move from the top rope—Miz rolls away at the last second, causing Hurricane to crash and burn on the mat. Miz climbs to the apron, soaking in the crowd’s “Ooooh!” reaction.
Miz lifts Hurricane and finally lands the Skull-Crushing Finale. He hooks the leg for the pin: 1… 2… 3!
WINNER: THE MIZ - RETAINS UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP
The crowd boos as Miz immediately continues to attack Hurricane, hammering him with strikes in the middle of the ring. He picks him up again, preparing for another Skull-Crushing Finale.
Suddenly, Chris Masters’ music hits! The Masterpiece runs down the ramp, furious, and slides into the ring. Masters throws Miz off Hurricane and stares him down, chest heaving.
Miz backs up toward the ropes, glaring at Masters, still clutching the U.S. Title. Masters holds his ground, protecting Hurricane as the crowd cheers wildly.
Cole: “Masters running in to make the save! Miz may have won the match, but he’s about to pay for that post-match attack!”
King: “This is chaos, Cole! Masters just turned this into a whole new problem for Miz!”
Miz retreats up the ramp, throwing the title over his shoulder, smirking, while Masters checks on Hurricane. The segment closes with Masters standing tall in the ring, Hurricane slowly getting to his feet, both men staring down the ramp at Miz.
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[Backstage – Cody Rhodes storms down the hallway, clearly furious. Randy Orton and Ted DiBiase Jr. are standing near a locker area, casually talking. Cody stops abruptly, pointing at both of them.]
CODY RHODES:
“Do you two even realize what you just did?! Are you kidding me? I was THIS close to a shot at the WWE Championship, and you—both of you—cost me everything!”
Ted steps forward, trying to defend himself, but Cody waves him off.
CODY RHODES (cont’d):
“Don’t even try to talk your way out of this. This was YOUR fault!”
Randy Orton tilts his head, smirking slightly.
RANDY ORTON:
“Cody… Cody, calm down. Let’s not forget what happened last night.”
“You didn’t lose because of us. You lost because you let your head get in the way. You weren’t ready. That’s the truth.”
Cody clenches his fists, still furious.
RANDY ORTON (cont’d):
“Now here’s what we’re gonna do. Meet me in the ring next week, Rhodes. Alone. We’ll settle this… properly.”
Randy turns on his heel and starts walking off, his expression cold. Ted stands behind them both, shifting uncomfortably, clearly unhappy about the tension between the two men.
Cody watches Randy walk away, jaw tight, then glances at Ted, who avoids eye contact. Cody shakes his head, muttering under his breath.
[Camera pans out as Cody storms off in the opposite direction, Ted lingering behind, the tension between all three palpable.]
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[Backstage – Triple H and Shawn Michaels are gearing up in the locker room, lacing their boots and strapping on their gear. The atmosphere is tense — the main event is minutes away.]
TRIPLE H:
“Alright, Shawn… it’s time. We’ve got MVP and Mark Henry out there waiting. I need you focused tonight.”
Triple H pauses, giving Shawn a pointed look.
“I know the Undertaker is still in the back of your mind. I get it. But we can’t afford distractions. Not tonight.”
Shawn runs a hand through his hair, clearly restless, clearly thinking about more than just the tag match.
SHAWN MICHAELS:
“Hunter… I am focused. But let me make something clear.”
Shawn stands up, looking his partner dead in the eye.
“If Kane or the Undertaker try anything tonight — anything at all — I’m making it my personal mission to end both of them. I don’t care what it takes.”
Triple H sighs, half a smirk of concern, half irritation.
TRIPLE H:
“Shawn…”
SHAWN MICHAELS (cutting him off):
“No. I mean it. I’m sick of being toyed with. I’m sick of being stalked, warned, stared down… If they want to play games? Fine. I’ll finish them before they even get a chance to start.”
Triple H nods slowly, accepting Shawn’s fire — even if he knows it’s dangerous.
TRIPLE H:
“Alright then. Let’s handle business out there first. One match at a time.”
He slaps Shawn on the shoulder.
TRIPLE H (cont’d):
“DX goes out there, takes care of MVP and the World’s Strongest Man… and then we deal with whatever comes next.”
Shawn nods, intensity burning in his eyes.
SHAWN MICHAELS:
“Let’s go.”
[The two walk out of the locker room together, DX united but the storm around them far from over.]
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Tag Team Match
Unified Tag Team Championship
D-Generation X (c) vs Mark Henry and MVP
The bell rings and Shawn Michaels starts the match against MVP. MVP uses his strength to shove Shawn into the corner. Shawn ducks and hits a series of rapid chops and a running crossbody to the outside, using speed to neutralize MVP. Triple H tags in, taking over with his power-based offense. He hits a big knee lift and whip into the ropes, connecting with a spinebuster on MVP. The crowd cheers loudly as Triple H calls for the tag.
Mark Henry tags in and immediately dominates Triple H, using his massive size advantage. He delivers a running splash and a corner splash, cutting Triple H off. Triple H struggles to reach Shawn for a tag. MVP recovers outside and pulls Shawn off the apron. Henry follows with a scoop slam on Triple H for a near fall. The crowd rallies, sensing a comeback for DX.
Triple H finally tags in Shawn Michaels. Shawn hits a sequence of high-flying maneuvers: a flying forearm, a corner elbow, and a big dropkick to MVP. Shawn then goes for a second rope elbow drop, hitting MVP hard. Shawn sets up for Sweet Chin Music, but MVP ducks. Henry tags back in and hits Triple H with a backbreaker. Both heels are dominating now, but DX begins to isolate MVP in the corner, double-teaming him with chops and strikes.
Triple H hits a spinebuster on MVP, then Shawn Michaels delivers a flying crossbody to Henry. DX sets up for a combination finish: Triple H to the top rope, Shawn ready for Sweet Chin Music. Henry rolls out of the ring, stopping Triple H’s aerial plan. Outside the ring, MVP slams Shawn into the barricade. Triple H tries to intervene, but Henry catches him with a huge sidewalk slam for a near fall. Crowd is on their feet as both teams trade near-falls. Shawn hits Sweet Chin Music on MVP outside the ring, then Triple H slams Henry back inside.
Both teams are exhausted. DX attempts the DX double team finish: Triple H on Henry for the pedigree, Shawn ready for Sweet Chin Music.
Suddenly, THE UNDERTAKER’S MUSIC hits! The crowd erupts in shock. Shawn Michaels freezes mid-motion, staring toward the entrance ramp, completely distracted. Triple H yells at Shawn to focus, but he can’t look away. MVP and Henry capitalize. MVP pulls Triple H out of the ring while Henry lifts him for the World’s Strongest Slam! Henry slams Shawn Michaels with World’s Strongest Slam! MVP covers: 1… 2… 3!
WINNERS: MVP & MARK HENRY – NEW Unified Tag Team Champions
The crowd boos loudly. DX is stunned in the ring, still trying to process what just happened. HHH glares at Shawn.
Shawn Michaels shouts at Triple H.
SHAWN MICHAELS:
“What were you doing?! You saw what happened out there! You didn’t protect me!”
TRIPLE H:
“Don’t start pointing fingers, Shawn! You froze when that music hit! I can’t control The Undertaker!”
The argument escalates until both men are yelling at each other in the center of the ring.
Suddenly, a masked man rushes the ring with a steel chair, hitting both Triple H and Shawn Michaels across the back. The crowd is shocked.
The attacker removes his mask—it’s SHELTON BENJAMIN! He stands over DX, brandishing the chair, as Shawn and Triple H writhe in pain.
MVP and Mark Henry slide back into the ring, joining Shelton Benjamin. The three men form a dominating trio, attacking DX with strikes, chair shots, and power moves.
The camera pans to DX struggling to get up as the crowd boos wildly. MVP, Henry, and Benjamin stand tall over the fallen legends, holding the Unified Tag Team Championships high as Raw goes off the air.
[RAW ends with DX laid out, the three men standing over them, holding up the Unified Tag Team Championships]
