Friday Night SmackDown
January 10th 2025
The familiar sound of "Kingdom" hits and the Undisputed WWE Champion Cody Rhodes walks down to the ring with a slow, proud swagger. He’s bandaged from the war with Randy Orton last week, his ribs taped up, but he’s holding the title high with defiant pride. The crowd gives him a roaring ovation as he soaks it in.
Cody Rhodes (on the mic): Last week… was hell. I’ve been through a lot of wars in my career. But saying ‘I Quit’ was never an option. Not to Randy Orton. Not after everything he did to me, everything he stood for, everything he took from me. But guess what? I’m still standing.
Cheers.
Cody Rhodes: And now, with that behind me, I can focus on what’s next. The Royal Rumble. The Final Boss. The so-called Tribal Chief… The Rock.
Mixed reaction now.
Cody Rhodes: Rock, I know you're watching. So let me say this loud and clear—if you think you’re walking into the Rumble and just taking this title because of your name, your bloodline, or your little throne at the head of the table… you’re mistaken. You’re not a tribal chief, you’re a Hollywood actor playing dress-up as one. You're not your grandfather, you're not your father, and you're damn sure not the same Rock who inspired a generation. You're a fraud, and at Royal Rumble—I'm going to expose you.
"If ya smellllllll…!" The crowd goes ballistic. The Rock steps out onto the stage wearing a designer suit, sunglasses, and that trademark smirk.
The Rock (grinning): Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The American Nightmare… talking big. Cody, you’ve got heart, you’ve got fire, and you’ve got legacy. But kid… you're not in my league.
Boos.
The Rock: You call me a fraud? You say I’m playing dress-up? Let me educate you. I am the Final Boss. The Rock doesn’t pretend—he leads. The Rock doesn’t act like a tribal chief—he is the Tribal Chief. I took the crown because no one else could. Roman? He went soft. Solo? Now follows my orders. Me? I run this island now.
Cody Rhodes (fired up): No. You inherited a table someone else built. You hijacked a kingdom that someone else bled for. And you’ve been away so long, you forgot what it's like to earn something. But me? I finished my story. I built this. I didn’t have to be chosen. I took it.
The Rock removes his sunglasses, no more smirk.
The Rock: You’re about to find out what happens when a nightmare runs into a force of nature. And at Royal Rumble, mama Rhodes is going to watch her precious little boy get wrecked by the Final Boss.
Suddenly—BOOM! Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu ATTACK Cody from behind! Cody goes down hard as the Samoan monsters lay into him. Fatu hits a running hip attack in the corner while Solo drives Cody with a Samoan Drop. The Rock walks slowly down the ramp, expression cold. He watches calmly as Cody is brutalized. BUT THEN—"YEAH!" hits! LA Knight sprints to the ring to a massive pop! He takes the fight to Fatu and Solo! Big right hands! He clotheslines Solo over the top rope and fights Fatu off long enough for Cody to recover! Fatu and Solo retreat, snarling, as Knight checks on Cody. Nick Aldis appears on the stage with a mic.
Nick Aldis: Enough! You want to tear each other apart? Fine. Tonight’s main event is official: Cody Rhodes and LA Knight vs. Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu!
The crowd pops again.
A tense stare-down ends the segment, with Cody and Knight standing tall in the ring, while The Rock watches from the ramp with his lieutenants at his side.
Match #1: Charlotte Flair vs Chelsea Green w/ Piper Niven
Charlotte and Chelsea circle before locking up. Chelsea grabs a headlock, but Charlotte pushes her off into the ropes and floors her with a shoulder block. Charlotte does her signature cartwheel strut to the crowd’s delight. Chelsea scrambles back up and slaps Charlotte across the face. Flair grins—then blasts her with a forearm! She chops Chelsea viciously in the corner—WOOO!—another chop! A third! Charlotte throws Chelsea across the ring with a fallaway slam and kips up, firing up the crowd. Chelsea rolls to the outside to regroup with Piper. Charlotte follows her out, but Piper steps in front of Chelsea to block her. As the ref yells at Piper, Chelsea sneaks around and tries a cheap shot from behind—but Charlotte ducks and boots Chelsea right in the face! Charlotte then turns and dropkicks Piper off her feet, sending her crashing against the barricade! The crowd pops as Flair stands tall. Back in the ring, Charlotte hits a back suplex on Chelsea, followed by a big boot. She covers: 1... 2... kick-out! Chelsea fights back with desperation—eye rake behind the ref’s back, then a neckbreaker for a near fall of her own. Chelsea goes to the top rope for a missile dropkick—but Charlotte dodges and immediately locks in the Figure Eight! Chelsea screams in pain, reaching desperately toward the ropes, but it’s no use—she taps out!
Match Results: Charlotte Flair def. Chelsea Green (8:05)
Piper tries to storm the ring after the match, but Charlotte sees her coming and stands her ground. Piper hesitates, yelling at Flair from the apron. Charlotte dares her to step in—but Piper backs off, pulling Chelsea out of the ring as Charlotte poses proudly for the crowd. The Queen is back—and ready for war.
Charlotte and Chelsea circle before locking up. Chelsea grabs a headlock, but Charlotte pushes her off into the ropes and floors her with a shoulder block. Charlotte does her signature cartwheel strut to the crowd’s delight. Chelsea scrambles back up and slaps Charlotte across the face. Flair grins—then blasts her with a forearm! She chops Chelsea viciously in the corner—WOOO!—another chop! A third! Charlotte throws Chelsea across the ring with a fallaway slam and kips up, firing up the crowd. Chelsea rolls to the outside to regroup with Piper. Charlotte follows her out, but Piper steps in front of Chelsea to block her. As the ref yells at Piper, Chelsea sneaks around and tries a cheap shot from behind—but Charlotte ducks and boots Chelsea right in the face! Charlotte then turns and dropkicks Piper off her feet, sending her crashing against the barricade! The crowd pops as Flair stands tall. Back in the ring, Charlotte hits a back suplex on Chelsea, followed by a big boot. She covers: 1... 2... kick-out! Chelsea fights back with desperation—eye rake behind the ref’s back, then a neckbreaker for a near fall of her own. Chelsea goes to the top rope for a missile dropkick—but Charlotte dodges and immediately locks in the Figure Eight! Chelsea screams in pain, reaching desperately toward the ropes, but it’s no use—she taps out!
Match Results: Charlotte Flair def. Chelsea Green (8:05)
Piper tries to storm the ring after the match, but Charlotte sees her coming and stands her ground. Piper hesitates, yelling at Flair from the apron. Charlotte dares her to step in—but Piper backs off, pulling Chelsea out of the ring as Charlotte poses proudly for the crowd. The Queen is back—and ready for war.
We cut to the backstage hallway just moments after Charlotte’s victory over Chelsea Green. She’s walking confidently, towel draped over her neck, championship intentions clearly in her eyes. As she turns a corner, she bumps straight into… Sasha Banks. The crowd watching from the arena reacts loudly, sensing the tension immediately. The two stare each other down.
Charlotte Flair (smirking): Long time since the last time I saw you.
Sasha Banks (crossing her arms, unimpressed): Yeah… I can’t say I missed your stupid face.
Charlotte Flair (chuckling): Still charming as ever. Get used to it, honey. Because you’re gonna be seeing this stupid face again… very, very soon.
They lock eyes. Tension palpable, history hanging heavy between them. Neither flinches. After a beat, Sasha tilts her head slightly and walks past Flair without saying a word. Charlotte watches her go, her confident smirk never leaving her face.
Charlotte Flair (smirking): Long time since the last time I saw you.
Sasha Banks (crossing her arms, unimpressed): Yeah… I can’t say I missed your stupid face.
Charlotte Flair (chuckling): Still charming as ever. Get used to it, honey. Because you’re gonna be seeing this stupid face again… very, very soon.
They lock eyes. Tension palpable, history hanging heavy between them. Neither flinches. After a beat, Sasha tilts her head slightly and walks past Flair without saying a word. Charlotte watches her go, her confident smirk never leaving her face.
Match #2: Johnny Gargano and Andrade vs Tommaso Ciampa and Shinsuke Nakamura
Johnny Gargano starts the match against his former best friend, Tommaso Ciampa. There's a tense moment as they stare each other down — history thick in the air. Ciampa grins, but Gargano isn’t smiling. They lock up. Gargano takes control early with fast-paced chain wrestling, outmaneuvering Ciampa with a headscissors takedown followed by a basement dropkick to the jaw! Gargano tags in Andrade, and the crowd roars. Andrade unleashes his signature snap offense — rope-assisted arm drag, a slick back elbow, and then double knees in the corner! Cover — 1…2… Ciampa kicks out. Ciampa crawls to the corner and tags in Nakamura. The King of Strong Style enters with an eerie calmness. He lures Andrade into striking exchanges and quickly turns the tide with vicious knees to the midsection and a spinning back kick that drops Andrade to the mat. Nakamura keeps Andrade grounded, targeting his neck and ribs, tagging in Ciampa for a brutal knee drop off the ropes.
Ciampa taunts Gargano on the apron, holding Andrade in a cravate. The heels cut the ring in half, isolating Andrade with frequent tags and punishing strikes. Andrade tries to fight out, but Nakamura counters a hurricanrana attempt with a powerbomb backbreaker! Cover — 1…2… NO! Andrade kicks out, firing up the crowd. Andrade escapes a suplex and finally tags in Gargano! The crowd explodes! Gargano flies in with a springboard spear to Ciampa! A tope suicida to Nakamura! He returns to the ring with a rolling kick to Ciampa and a slingshot DDT! 1…2… Nakamura saves it! Andrade brawls with Nakamura at ringside while Gargano sets up for the Gargano Escape on Ciampa — but Ciampa thumbs the eye! As the ref checks Andrade outside, Nakamura slides in a steel chain behind the ref’s back. Ciampa wraps it around his fist and clocks Gargano in the jaw! Gargano crumples. Fairy Tale Ending by Ciampa! 1…2…3!
Match Results: Tommaso Ciampa and Shinsuke Nakamura def. Johnny Gargano and Andrade (13:44)
Johnny Gargano starts the match against his former best friend, Tommaso Ciampa. There's a tense moment as they stare each other down — history thick in the air. Ciampa grins, but Gargano isn’t smiling. They lock up. Gargano takes control early with fast-paced chain wrestling, outmaneuvering Ciampa with a headscissors takedown followed by a basement dropkick to the jaw! Gargano tags in Andrade, and the crowd roars. Andrade unleashes his signature snap offense — rope-assisted arm drag, a slick back elbow, and then double knees in the corner! Cover — 1…2… Ciampa kicks out. Ciampa crawls to the corner and tags in Nakamura. The King of Strong Style enters with an eerie calmness. He lures Andrade into striking exchanges and quickly turns the tide with vicious knees to the midsection and a spinning back kick that drops Andrade to the mat. Nakamura keeps Andrade grounded, targeting his neck and ribs, tagging in Ciampa for a brutal knee drop off the ropes.
Ciampa taunts Gargano on the apron, holding Andrade in a cravate. The heels cut the ring in half, isolating Andrade with frequent tags and punishing strikes. Andrade tries to fight out, but Nakamura counters a hurricanrana attempt with a powerbomb backbreaker! Cover — 1…2… NO! Andrade kicks out, firing up the crowd. Andrade escapes a suplex and finally tags in Gargano! The crowd explodes! Gargano flies in with a springboard spear to Ciampa! A tope suicida to Nakamura! He returns to the ring with a rolling kick to Ciampa and a slingshot DDT! 1…2… Nakamura saves it! Andrade brawls with Nakamura at ringside while Gargano sets up for the Gargano Escape on Ciampa — but Ciampa thumbs the eye! As the ref checks Andrade outside, Nakamura slides in a steel chain behind the ref’s back. Ciampa wraps it around his fist and clocks Gargano in the jaw! Gargano crumples. Fairy Tale Ending by Ciampa! 1…2…3!
Match Results: Tommaso Ciampa and Shinsuke Nakamura def. Johnny Gargano and Andrade (13:44)
The camera pans to the women’s locker room, where Alexa Bliss is lacing up her boots ahead of her match against WWE Women’s Champion Tiffany Stratton. The door opens and in walks Nia Jax, her presence commanding as always. Nia smirks as she approaches Alexa, who looks up with a confident grin.
Nia Jax: You ready for tonight?
Alexa Bliss: Always. Tiffany’s been talking like she’s untouchable — time to remind her she’s not as perfect as that mirror tells her. (Alexa tightens her gloves, smirking.) Besides, it’ll be fun watching her squirm before you crush her at the Rumble.
Nia chuckles, folding her arms.
Nia Jax: That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I don’t just want her beaten, Lex. I want her rattled. Make her doubt herself. Make her second-guess every move. By the time she steps in the ring with me, I want her afraid.
Alexa Bliss: (playfully) Oh, so you want me to break her spirit — not just her face.
Nia Jax: (grinning) Exactly.
Alexa stands up, face-to-face with Nia now, and the chemistry between them feels dangerous — like two sides of the same ruthless coin.
Alexa Bliss: Don’t worry. I’ll soften her up for you. You finish her at the Royal Rumble, and then… the whole division remembers who runs this place.
Nia Jax: That’s what I like to hear. (Nia places a heavy hand on Alexa’s shoulder.) Go out there and make a statement tonight.
Alexa smirks, eyes flashing with mischief.
Alexa Bliss: Oh, I will. And when you get that title back, we’ll make sure no one — no one — ever forgets us again.
Nia nods, satisfied, as the two bump fists.
Nia Jax: Tiffany won’t know what hit her.
Alexa Bliss: That’s the plan. Let’s make it our era again.
They share a knowing smile before Alexa heads toward the door, leaving Nia watching proudly — the calm before destruction. The camera fades out on Nia’s confident grin.
Nia Jax: You ready for tonight?
Alexa Bliss: Always. Tiffany’s been talking like she’s untouchable — time to remind her she’s not as perfect as that mirror tells her. (Alexa tightens her gloves, smirking.) Besides, it’ll be fun watching her squirm before you crush her at the Rumble.
Nia chuckles, folding her arms.
Nia Jax: That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I don’t just want her beaten, Lex. I want her rattled. Make her doubt herself. Make her second-guess every move. By the time she steps in the ring with me, I want her afraid.
Alexa Bliss: (playfully) Oh, so you want me to break her spirit — not just her face.
Nia Jax: (grinning) Exactly.
Alexa stands up, face-to-face with Nia now, and the chemistry between them feels dangerous — like two sides of the same ruthless coin.
Alexa Bliss: Don’t worry. I’ll soften her up for you. You finish her at the Royal Rumble, and then… the whole division remembers who runs this place.
Nia Jax: That’s what I like to hear. (Nia places a heavy hand on Alexa’s shoulder.) Go out there and make a statement tonight.
Alexa smirks, eyes flashing with mischief.
Alexa Bliss: Oh, I will. And when you get that title back, we’ll make sure no one — no one — ever forgets us again.
Nia nods, satisfied, as the two bump fists.
Nia Jax: Tiffany won’t know what hit her.
Alexa Bliss: That’s the plan. Let’s make it our era again.
They share a knowing smile before Alexa heads toward the door, leaving Nia watching proudly — the calm before destruction. The camera fades out on Nia’s confident grin.
Match #3: Penta vs Montez Ford vs Tama Tonga – Triple Threat Match
Penta and Ford go right after Tama Tonga, briefly joining forces to knock him to the mat with a double dropkick. But the alliance ends quickly as Penta chops Ford across the chest — “¡CERO MIEDO!” echoing through the arena — and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker for an early two-count. Tama rolls to the outside, pacing. Inside, Penta lights up Ford with a series of knife-edge chops and a superkick that echoes like a gunshot. He hits the ropes, but Tama reappears and yanks him out of the ring by the legs, smashing his head into the barricade! Tama climbs onto the apron — springboard clothesline to Ford! Cover — 1…2… kick out! Tama takes control, throwing Ford into the corner and unloading with vicious uppercuts and headbutts. He goes for a running splash, but Ford leaps over him, bounces off the ropes, and hits a leaping enzuigiri followed by a standing moonsault! 1…2… — Penta breaks it up with a kick to the spine! Penta grabs Ford’s arm — snap armbreaker! Ford screams in pain.
Penta goes for another, but Tama blasts him from behind with a lariat that flips him inside out. All three men are down as the crowd claps rhythmically, trying to will them back to their feet. Ford and Tama trade blows in the center — right hand, forearm, right hand, kick! Penta re-enters with a springboard crossbody on both! He follows with a sling blade to Tama, then a superkick to Ford! Penta sets up for the Fear Factor, but Tama slides out and rolls to the apron. Ford recovers and drills Penta with a spinebuster! He climbs to the top rope — From the Heavens splash! 1…2… NO! Tama breaks it up with a diving headbutt! The crowd erupts — “This is awesome!” — as all three are down again. Tama gets to his feet first and hits Ford with a Gun Stun, sending him rolling out of the ring. He turns to Penta — superkick! Penta hoists Tama up for the Fear Factor, but Ford springboards in at the perfect moment with a crossbody onto both men! Ford lands on top of Penta and hooks the leg 1…2…3!
Match Results: Montez Ford def. Penta and Tama Tonga (8:20)
Ford rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs, exhausted but ecstatic. Angelo Dawkins rushes down to celebrate with him as the crowd cheers. But the celebration doesn’t last long. Tama Tonga, furious, slides back into the ring with his brother Tonga Loa! They bring a ladder with them. Without hesitation, the Tongas unleash chaos — cracking Dawkins in the back with the ladder, then driving it into Ford’s midsection! Penta tries to fight back — superkick to Loa! — but Tama catches him with another Gun Stun! Loa slams Penta onto the ladder with a powerbomb as the crowd boos viciously. The Tongas stand tall, snarling and pounding their chests, the ladder laid across the fallen bodies of both the Lucha Brothers and the Street Profits. Tama grabs a microphone and yells over the noise:
Tama Tonga: At Saturday Night’s Main Event, we’ll climb the ladder and take back what’s ours — the WWE Tag Team Championships! Welcome… to war!
They drop the mic, standing proudly over the wreckage as referees rush down to check on the fallen teams.
Penta and Ford go right after Tama Tonga, briefly joining forces to knock him to the mat with a double dropkick. But the alliance ends quickly as Penta chops Ford across the chest — “¡CERO MIEDO!” echoing through the arena — and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker for an early two-count. Tama rolls to the outside, pacing. Inside, Penta lights up Ford with a series of knife-edge chops and a superkick that echoes like a gunshot. He hits the ropes, but Tama reappears and yanks him out of the ring by the legs, smashing his head into the barricade! Tama climbs onto the apron — springboard clothesline to Ford! Cover — 1…2… kick out! Tama takes control, throwing Ford into the corner and unloading with vicious uppercuts and headbutts. He goes for a running splash, but Ford leaps over him, bounces off the ropes, and hits a leaping enzuigiri followed by a standing moonsault! 1…2… — Penta breaks it up with a kick to the spine! Penta grabs Ford’s arm — snap armbreaker! Ford screams in pain.
Penta goes for another, but Tama blasts him from behind with a lariat that flips him inside out. All three men are down as the crowd claps rhythmically, trying to will them back to their feet. Ford and Tama trade blows in the center — right hand, forearm, right hand, kick! Penta re-enters with a springboard crossbody on both! He follows with a sling blade to Tama, then a superkick to Ford! Penta sets up for the Fear Factor, but Tama slides out and rolls to the apron. Ford recovers and drills Penta with a spinebuster! He climbs to the top rope — From the Heavens splash! 1…2… NO! Tama breaks it up with a diving headbutt! The crowd erupts — “This is awesome!” — as all three are down again. Tama gets to his feet first and hits Ford with a Gun Stun, sending him rolling out of the ring. He turns to Penta — superkick! Penta hoists Tama up for the Fear Factor, but Ford springboards in at the perfect moment with a crossbody onto both men! Ford lands on top of Penta and hooks the leg 1…2…3!
Match Results: Montez Ford def. Penta and Tama Tonga (8:20)
Ford rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs, exhausted but ecstatic. Angelo Dawkins rushes down to celebrate with him as the crowd cheers. But the celebration doesn’t last long. Tama Tonga, furious, slides back into the ring with his brother Tonga Loa! They bring a ladder with them. Without hesitation, the Tongas unleash chaos — cracking Dawkins in the back with the ladder, then driving it into Ford’s midsection! Penta tries to fight back — superkick to Loa! — but Tama catches him with another Gun Stun! Loa slams Penta onto the ladder with a powerbomb as the crowd boos viciously. The Tongas stand tall, snarling and pounding their chests, the ladder laid across the fallen bodies of both the Lucha Brothers and the Street Profits. Tama grabs a microphone and yells over the noise:
Tama Tonga: At Saturday Night’s Main Event, we’ll climb the ladder and take back what’s ours — the WWE Tag Team Championships! Welcome… to war!
They drop the mic, standing proudly over the wreckage as referees rush down to check on the fallen teams.
The arena lights dim, and the crowd buzzes with anticipation. Suddenly—“Sky’s the Limit” (Remix) blasts through the speakers. The fans erupt in a mixed reaction — cheers from loyal fans, but loud boos from those disgusted by what she did to Bayley. Sasha Banks struts out wearing a sleek, glittering black and silver outfit, her signature shades reflecting the blue arena lights. She smirks confidently, posing with her arms outstretched as the crowd rains down noise. Sasha grabs a microphone and paces the ring slowly, letting the reaction build.
Sasha Banks: You know what I love most about this business? Moments. Moments that define who’s really the best. And a few weeks back, I had another one of those moments when I did exactly what I said I would do… I ended Bayley.
Boos echo through the arena. Sasha smiles wider.
Sasha Banks: Bayley? She was holding me back. She’s been holding everyone back — living off nostalgia, pretending we’re still best friends. But this isn’t a fairy tale, and I’m not your hero. I’m The Boss. I run this women’s division — and putting her on the shelf was just the first step.
Sasha adjusts her glasses and tilts her head toward the camera.
Sasha Banks: The next step… is the reason I came back. The one thing that no one — not Bayley, not Tiffany, not anyone — can stop me from doing. I’m going to win the Royal Rumble. I’m going to main event WrestleMania — again. And I’m going to become Women’s Champion — because that’s where I belong.
The crowd boos loudly, chanting “You sold out!” Sasha shrugs and smirks.
Suddenly, Naomi’s music hits! The fans pop as Naomi storms down the ramp, no dancing this time — just fire in her eyes. She steps into the ring and grabs a mic, locking eyes with Sasha.
Naomi: You know, I wasn’t even gonna come out here… but I couldn’t listen to another word. Sasha, I loved you like a sister. We went through everything together — the ups, the downs, walking out, coming back — all of it. But what you did to Bayley? That wasn’t “The Boss.” That was cold. That was disgusting.
Fans cheer, chanting “Naomi! Naomi!”. Naomi steps closer.
Naomi: You can talk about Rumbles and WrestleManias all you want, but if that’s the kind of person you’ve become… maybe you don’t deserve another moment like that.
Sasha lowers her glasses, expression softening for a moment.
Sasha Banks: Naomi… come on. Don’t do this. You’re still my girl. My sister. What happened to Bayley — that had nothing to do with you. Okay? You and me… we’re good.
Naomi hesitates, visibly touched. The crowd quiets, sensing a moment of reconciliation. Sasha opens her arms slightly, giving a small, almost sincere smile.
Sasha Banks: You know I’d never hurt you.
Naomi nods slowly, starting to lower her guard — and then—CRACK! Sasha cheap-shots Naomi right across the jaw! The fans explode with boos as Naomi stumbles back! Sasha grins wickedly, throwing her shades aside, then starts stomping on Naomi in the corner, yelling:
Sasha Banks: You should’ve stayed out of my business!
Naomi fires back suddenly with a flurry of punches, sending Sasha reeling! Sasha stumbles out of the ring as Naomi stands tall, furious, shouting:
Naomi: You want to talk about “moments,” Sasha? Let’s make one right now! Get back in here!
The crowd roars. Just then, SmackDown General Manager Nick Aldis steps out onto the stage with a mic.
Nick Aldis: Ladies, I think these people want to see this — and frankly, so do I. So guess what? It’s official! Right here, right now — Sasha Banks vs Naomi!
Huge pop as referees rush down to the ring! Sasha shouts that she’s not ready, but Naomi is already bouncing in her corner, ready to fight as we head to commercial!
Sasha Banks: You know what I love most about this business? Moments. Moments that define who’s really the best. And a few weeks back, I had another one of those moments when I did exactly what I said I would do… I ended Bayley.
Boos echo through the arena. Sasha smiles wider.
Sasha Banks: Bayley? She was holding me back. She’s been holding everyone back — living off nostalgia, pretending we’re still best friends. But this isn’t a fairy tale, and I’m not your hero. I’m The Boss. I run this women’s division — and putting her on the shelf was just the first step.
Sasha adjusts her glasses and tilts her head toward the camera.
Sasha Banks: The next step… is the reason I came back. The one thing that no one — not Bayley, not Tiffany, not anyone — can stop me from doing. I’m going to win the Royal Rumble. I’m going to main event WrestleMania — again. And I’m going to become Women’s Champion — because that’s where I belong.
The crowd boos loudly, chanting “You sold out!” Sasha shrugs and smirks.
Suddenly, Naomi’s music hits! The fans pop as Naomi storms down the ramp, no dancing this time — just fire in her eyes. She steps into the ring and grabs a mic, locking eyes with Sasha.
Naomi: You know, I wasn’t even gonna come out here… but I couldn’t listen to another word. Sasha, I loved you like a sister. We went through everything together — the ups, the downs, walking out, coming back — all of it. But what you did to Bayley? That wasn’t “The Boss.” That was cold. That was disgusting.
Fans cheer, chanting “Naomi! Naomi!”. Naomi steps closer.
Naomi: You can talk about Rumbles and WrestleManias all you want, but if that’s the kind of person you’ve become… maybe you don’t deserve another moment like that.
Sasha lowers her glasses, expression softening for a moment.
Sasha Banks: Naomi… come on. Don’t do this. You’re still my girl. My sister. What happened to Bayley — that had nothing to do with you. Okay? You and me… we’re good.
Naomi hesitates, visibly touched. The crowd quiets, sensing a moment of reconciliation. Sasha opens her arms slightly, giving a small, almost sincere smile.
Sasha Banks: You know I’d never hurt you.
Naomi nods slowly, starting to lower her guard — and then—CRACK! Sasha cheap-shots Naomi right across the jaw! The fans explode with boos as Naomi stumbles back! Sasha grins wickedly, throwing her shades aside, then starts stomping on Naomi in the corner, yelling:
Sasha Banks: You should’ve stayed out of my business!
Naomi fires back suddenly with a flurry of punches, sending Sasha reeling! Sasha stumbles out of the ring as Naomi stands tall, furious, shouting:
Naomi: You want to talk about “moments,” Sasha? Let’s make one right now! Get back in here!
The crowd roars. Just then, SmackDown General Manager Nick Aldis steps out onto the stage with a mic.
Nick Aldis: Ladies, I think these people want to see this — and frankly, so do I. So guess what? It’s official! Right here, right now — Sasha Banks vs Naomi!
Huge pop as referees rush down to the ring! Sasha shouts that she’s not ready, but Naomi is already bouncing in her corner, ready to fight as we head to commercial!
Match #4: Sasha Banks vs Naomi
The bell rings, and the crowd is electric after the chaos from moments ago. Sasha paces in her corner, smirking, while Naomi glares across the ring, jaw still sore from the earlier cheap shot. They circle each other, and Sasha taunts Naomi with a sarcastic “You still my sister?” before Naomi lunges — tackling Sasha to the mat! Naomi unloads with furious right hands, months of friendship and betrayal boiling over. Sasha scrambles to the ropes, shouting at the referee to back Naomi off. Naomi gives her no space — dropkick! Sasha rolls to the outside to catch her breath, but Naomi dives over the top rope with a tope con hilo, crashing into The Boss on the floor! The fans explode with “Naomi! Naomi!” chants. Naomi grabs Sasha and slams her face-first off the commentary table, shouting “You wanted this!”. She rolls Sasha back into the ring, climbs the top rope, and hits a crossbody — 1…2… no! Sasha kicks out. Naomi lifts Sasha for a suplex, but Sasha wriggles free and rakes the eyes! The referee warns her, but Sasha doesn’t care — she dropkicks Naomi’s knee and starts targeting the leg.
She wraps Naomi’s leg around the middle rope and kicks it viciously, before hitting a running meteora to the cornered Naomi. Sasha (mocking): “I told you to stay out of my business!” She hooks the leg — 1…2… Naomi kicks out! Sasha mounts her and rains down elbows before locking Naomi into a deep single-leg Boston Crab, wrenching the injured knee. Naomi screams, dragging herself to the ropes — but Sasha transitions beautifully into a Bankrupt neckbreaker! 1…2… Naomi kicks out again! Sasha is furious. She slaps Naomi, shouting, “You were never on my level!” Naomi fires back with a spinning enzuigiri! Both women collapse to the mat as the crowd comes alive again. They crawl to opposite corners. Naomi strikes first — flying forearm! Then another! Naomi builds momentum — sit-out jawbreaker! Naomi climbs to the top rope — split-legged moonsault! 1…2… Sasha barely gets the shoulder up! Naomi clutches her ribs, limping slightly from the earlier leg damage. She tries to pull Sasha up, but Sasha counters into a backstabber— and instantly rolls into the Bank Statement! The crowd rises to their feet as Sasha bridges back, screaming for Naomi to tap. Naomi claws desperately toward the ropes, but Sasha wrenches back harder, trapping the arm! Naomi has no choice — she taps out!
Match Results: Sasha Banks def. Naomi (11:23)
Sasha refuses to release the hold immediately, even after the bell. She keeps the Bank Statement locked in until Naomi goes nearly limp. The referee pries her off, but Sasha shoves him away and starts stomping Naomi’s injured knee again. Sasha smirks, kneels beside Naomi, and whispers something coldly in her ear — then grabs a handful of her hair and yells: “I told you I was The Boss!” She locks in the Bank Statement again! The crowd boos mercilessly as Naomi screams in agony. Suddenly—Michin sprints down the ramp! She slides into the ring and tackles Sasha, unloading with wild punches! Sasha rolls out in a panic, clutching her face as the crowd explodes. Michin dares her to get back in the ring. Sasha backs up the ramp, smirking despite the boos, yelling back: “You just made the biggest mistake of your life!” Meanwhile, Michin checks on Naomi, helping her sit up as officials enter to assist. The camera lingers on Sasha mouthing, “I told you — I run this division.”
The bell rings, and the crowd is electric after the chaos from moments ago. Sasha paces in her corner, smirking, while Naomi glares across the ring, jaw still sore from the earlier cheap shot. They circle each other, and Sasha taunts Naomi with a sarcastic “You still my sister?” before Naomi lunges — tackling Sasha to the mat! Naomi unloads with furious right hands, months of friendship and betrayal boiling over. Sasha scrambles to the ropes, shouting at the referee to back Naomi off. Naomi gives her no space — dropkick! Sasha rolls to the outside to catch her breath, but Naomi dives over the top rope with a tope con hilo, crashing into The Boss on the floor! The fans explode with “Naomi! Naomi!” chants. Naomi grabs Sasha and slams her face-first off the commentary table, shouting “You wanted this!”. She rolls Sasha back into the ring, climbs the top rope, and hits a crossbody — 1…2… no! Sasha kicks out. Naomi lifts Sasha for a suplex, but Sasha wriggles free and rakes the eyes! The referee warns her, but Sasha doesn’t care — she dropkicks Naomi’s knee and starts targeting the leg.
She wraps Naomi’s leg around the middle rope and kicks it viciously, before hitting a running meteora to the cornered Naomi. Sasha (mocking): “I told you to stay out of my business!” She hooks the leg — 1…2… Naomi kicks out! Sasha mounts her and rains down elbows before locking Naomi into a deep single-leg Boston Crab, wrenching the injured knee. Naomi screams, dragging herself to the ropes — but Sasha transitions beautifully into a Bankrupt neckbreaker! 1…2… Naomi kicks out again! Sasha is furious. She slaps Naomi, shouting, “You were never on my level!” Naomi fires back with a spinning enzuigiri! Both women collapse to the mat as the crowd comes alive again. They crawl to opposite corners. Naomi strikes first — flying forearm! Then another! Naomi builds momentum — sit-out jawbreaker! Naomi climbs to the top rope — split-legged moonsault! 1…2… Sasha barely gets the shoulder up! Naomi clutches her ribs, limping slightly from the earlier leg damage. She tries to pull Sasha up, but Sasha counters into a backstabber— and instantly rolls into the Bank Statement! The crowd rises to their feet as Sasha bridges back, screaming for Naomi to tap. Naomi claws desperately toward the ropes, but Sasha wrenches back harder, trapping the arm! Naomi has no choice — she taps out!
Match Results: Sasha Banks def. Naomi (11:23)
Sasha refuses to release the hold immediately, even after the bell. She keeps the Bank Statement locked in until Naomi goes nearly limp. The referee pries her off, but Sasha shoves him away and starts stomping Naomi’s injured knee again. Sasha smirks, kneels beside Naomi, and whispers something coldly in her ear — then grabs a handful of her hair and yells: “I told you I was The Boss!” She locks in the Bank Statement again! The crowd boos mercilessly as Naomi screams in agony. Suddenly—Michin sprints down the ramp! She slides into the ring and tackles Sasha, unloading with wild punches! Sasha rolls out in a panic, clutching her face as the crowd explodes. Michin dares her to get back in the ring. Sasha backs up the ramp, smirking despite the boos, yelling back: “You just made the biggest mistake of your life!” Meanwhile, Michin checks on Naomi, helping her sit up as officials enter to assist. The camera lingers on Sasha mouthing, “I told you — I run this division.”
The crowd roars as the familiar sound of “Head of the Table” hits. Out walks Roman Reigns, flanked by Paul Heyman, with the crowd giving him a thunderous standing ovation. Roman, wearing a black "Acknowledge Your Blood" shirt, looks more composed and grounded than ever — not the tyrant he once was, but the proud leader of a family reborn. They step into the ring. Roman raises his head slowly as Heyman hands him a microphone, emotion clear in his voice.
Roman Reigns: (calm, firm) I come out here tonight not as your Tribal Chief… but as a man who’s been through hell with his family. You saw what happened at WarGames. You saw the pain, the betrayal, and you saw the fight that brought us back together. Jey… Jimmy… Sami… they bled for this family. They earned my respect back the same way I had to earn theirs.
Crowd begins chanting “USO! USO! USO!” Roman nods, a faint smile forming.
Roman Reigns: After everything we’ve done to each other… after everything that’s been said… we stood together again, inside that cage, and we remembered who the hell we are.
Roman lowers his voice, serious now.
Roman Reigns: But there’s still one man who doesn’t get it. One man who keeps coming after us, no matter how many times we put him down. Kevin Owens.
The crowd boos loudly at Owens’ name.
Roman Reigns: (coldly) Kevin… I respected you once. I did. You were a fighter. You still are. But now you’re something else. You’ve let hate consume you. You’re not fighting for pride anymore — you’re fighting because you can’t stand to see anyone else stand tall.
He paces slightly.
Roman Reigns: You hurt Sami. You tried to end Jey’s career. You blindsided Jimmy. And you thought you could take me out too.
Roman pauses, intense stare straight into the camera.
Roman Reigns: Well, if I want to move forward — if I want to focus on the Royal Rumble, on WrestleMania — I have to finish this. I have to end you, Owens, once and for all.
He drops the mic slightly, looks at Heyman — then back to the crowd.
Roman Reigns: And I’m going to do so at Saturday Night’s Main Event. No excuses. No sneak attacks. I’m going to end you… for good.
Paul Heyman (grabbing the mic, voice trembling with emotion): Ladies and gentlemen… that, that is the Roman Reigns the world should have always acknowledged!
But suddenly—Kevin Owens’ music hits! The crowd boos as Owens appears on the titantron, sitting in a dark room with a chair turned backward. He looks disheveled, bitter, with a sneer on his face.
Kevin Owens (on screen): (coldly, mocking) You think this is redemption, Roman? You think just because you played nice at WarGames, suddenly you’re the hero? You’re still the same manipulative, self-righteous piece of trash you’ve always been. And I’m still the guy who’s going to expose you. (leans forward) You say you want to end me? The funny thing is… I was planning on ending you first.
Owens stands up suddenly — but before he can say anything else, the camera cuts back to ringside… Roman’s looking toward the stage, ready for a fight — when Owens appears from the crowd! He blindsides Roman from behind! A thunderous steel chair shot cracks across Roman’s back! The crowd erupts in boos as Owens mounts him and rains down punches. Heyman shouts for help — but before security can arrive, Owens drags Roman outside and slams him into the barricade! Owens clears the announce table, eyes wild — but then—Superkick! Owens drops to his knees! Another one! The crowd explodes — JIMMY AND JEY USO ARE HERE!!! The brothers hit the ringside area wearing “Day One Bloodline” shirts, the fans going nuts. Owens stumbles to his feet— DOUBLE SUPERKICK! Roman slowly rises, blood trickling from his lip, looking at his cousins. For a moment, there’s silence… and then—Roman smirks and nods. Owens tries to crawl away, but Jey drags him back into the ring — Roman hits the ropes and SPEARS Kevin Owens!!! The arena shakes as the crowd roars in approval!
Michael Cole (on commentary): The Bloodline is whole again! Roman, Jimmy, and Jey — standing united, and Kevin Owens just paid the price!
Roman stands in the center of the ring with Jimmy and Jey beside him. Heyman hands him the mic, voice shaky but proud.
Roman Reigns: (breathing heavily, looking at Owens’ broken body) This… is family. This is loyalty. This is The Bloodline.
He raises his finger to the sky, the Usos mirroring him. The crowd chants “UCEY! UCEY!” as SmackDown fades to commercial break on the powerful image of Roman, Jimmy, and Jey Reigns reunited — stronger, prouder, and ready to take on anyone who threatens the family again.
Roman Reigns: (calm, firm) I come out here tonight not as your Tribal Chief… but as a man who’s been through hell with his family. You saw what happened at WarGames. You saw the pain, the betrayal, and you saw the fight that brought us back together. Jey… Jimmy… Sami… they bled for this family. They earned my respect back the same way I had to earn theirs.
Crowd begins chanting “USO! USO! USO!” Roman nods, a faint smile forming.
Roman Reigns: After everything we’ve done to each other… after everything that’s been said… we stood together again, inside that cage, and we remembered who the hell we are.
Roman lowers his voice, serious now.
Roman Reigns: But there’s still one man who doesn’t get it. One man who keeps coming after us, no matter how many times we put him down. Kevin Owens.
The crowd boos loudly at Owens’ name.
Roman Reigns: (coldly) Kevin… I respected you once. I did. You were a fighter. You still are. But now you’re something else. You’ve let hate consume you. You’re not fighting for pride anymore — you’re fighting because you can’t stand to see anyone else stand tall.
He paces slightly.
Roman Reigns: You hurt Sami. You tried to end Jey’s career. You blindsided Jimmy. And you thought you could take me out too.
Roman pauses, intense stare straight into the camera.
Roman Reigns: Well, if I want to move forward — if I want to focus on the Royal Rumble, on WrestleMania — I have to finish this. I have to end you, Owens, once and for all.
He drops the mic slightly, looks at Heyman — then back to the crowd.
Roman Reigns: And I’m going to do so at Saturday Night’s Main Event. No excuses. No sneak attacks. I’m going to end you… for good.
Paul Heyman (grabbing the mic, voice trembling with emotion): Ladies and gentlemen… that, that is the Roman Reigns the world should have always acknowledged!
But suddenly—Kevin Owens’ music hits! The crowd boos as Owens appears on the titantron, sitting in a dark room with a chair turned backward. He looks disheveled, bitter, with a sneer on his face.
Kevin Owens (on screen): (coldly, mocking) You think this is redemption, Roman? You think just because you played nice at WarGames, suddenly you’re the hero? You’re still the same manipulative, self-righteous piece of trash you’ve always been. And I’m still the guy who’s going to expose you. (leans forward) You say you want to end me? The funny thing is… I was planning on ending you first.
Owens stands up suddenly — but before he can say anything else, the camera cuts back to ringside… Roman’s looking toward the stage, ready for a fight — when Owens appears from the crowd! He blindsides Roman from behind! A thunderous steel chair shot cracks across Roman’s back! The crowd erupts in boos as Owens mounts him and rains down punches. Heyman shouts for help — but before security can arrive, Owens drags Roman outside and slams him into the barricade! Owens clears the announce table, eyes wild — but then—Superkick! Owens drops to his knees! Another one! The crowd explodes — JIMMY AND JEY USO ARE HERE!!! The brothers hit the ringside area wearing “Day One Bloodline” shirts, the fans going nuts. Owens stumbles to his feet— DOUBLE SUPERKICK! Roman slowly rises, blood trickling from his lip, looking at his cousins. For a moment, there’s silence… and then—Roman smirks and nods. Owens tries to crawl away, but Jey drags him back into the ring — Roman hits the ropes and SPEARS Kevin Owens!!! The arena shakes as the crowd roars in approval!
Michael Cole (on commentary): The Bloodline is whole again! Roman, Jimmy, and Jey — standing united, and Kevin Owens just paid the price!
Roman stands in the center of the ring with Jimmy and Jey beside him. Heyman hands him the mic, voice shaky but proud.
Roman Reigns: (breathing heavily, looking at Owens’ broken body) This… is family. This is loyalty. This is The Bloodline.
He raises his finger to the sky, the Usos mirroring him. The crowd chants “UCEY! UCEY!” as SmackDown fades to commercial break on the powerful image of Roman, Jimmy, and Jey Reigns reunited — stronger, prouder, and ready to take on anyone who threatens the family again.
The camera fades in on Johnny Gargano sitting alone on a production crate in the dimly lit hallway. His wrist tape is half torn, his hair disheveled, his face still flushed from the match earlier. You can feel the frustration radiating off him — his leg bouncing, his fists clenching. He’s staring at the floor when a soft, familiar voice breaks the silence.
Candice LeRae: (hesitant, worried) Johnny…
Gargano looks up. Candice approaches slowly, her hands clasped nervously. She looks genuinely torn — both concerned for him and conflicted by everything that’s been happening.
Candice LeRae: I saw what happened out there. I know how much this means to you, but… it’s getting out of control.
Johnny exhales sharply, shaking his head.
Johnny Gargano: (bitterly) You think I don’t know that? You think I want this?
He stands, pacing slightly.
Johnny Gargano: This isn’t about wins and losses anymore, Candice. It’s about principle. Ciampa crossed the line. He chose this and now he’s dragging Shinsuke into it, using every cheap shot he can find. I can’t just let that slide.
Candice looks at him, voice trembling slightly.
Candice LeRae: But where does it end, Johnny? You two have been tearing each other apart for years. I’ve seen what it does to you — what it does to us.
Johnny stops pacing. There’s a flicker of guilt in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, softens his tone.
Johnny Gargano: I know. I do. But this isn’t 2018. This isn’t me chasing redemption anymore. This is about standing my ground. Ciampa wants to rewrite our history — he wants to prove that I was never better than him. I can’t let him. I won’t.
Candice folds her arms, fighting her emotions.
Candice LeRae: I just don’t want to lose you to this again, Johnny.
Gargano looks at her — his expression heavy, but resolute.
Johnny Gargano: You won’t lose me… but I must finish this. One way or another.
He grabs his hoodie from the crate and walks off down the hall, leaving Candice standing there, eyes filled with unease — torn between supporting her husband and fearing what this obsession might turn him into again. The camera lingers on her conflicted face as the scene fades out, the tension between love and loyalty hanging thick in the air.
Candice LeRae: (hesitant, worried) Johnny…
Gargano looks up. Candice approaches slowly, her hands clasped nervously. She looks genuinely torn — both concerned for him and conflicted by everything that’s been happening.
Candice LeRae: I saw what happened out there. I know how much this means to you, but… it’s getting out of control.
Johnny exhales sharply, shaking his head.
Johnny Gargano: (bitterly) You think I don’t know that? You think I want this?
He stands, pacing slightly.
Johnny Gargano: This isn’t about wins and losses anymore, Candice. It’s about principle. Ciampa crossed the line. He chose this and now he’s dragging Shinsuke into it, using every cheap shot he can find. I can’t just let that slide.
Candice looks at him, voice trembling slightly.
Candice LeRae: But where does it end, Johnny? You two have been tearing each other apart for years. I’ve seen what it does to you — what it does to us.
Johnny stops pacing. There’s a flicker of guilt in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, softens his tone.
Johnny Gargano: I know. I do. But this isn’t 2018. This isn’t me chasing redemption anymore. This is about standing my ground. Ciampa wants to rewrite our history — he wants to prove that I was never better than him. I can’t let him. I won’t.
Candice folds her arms, fighting her emotions.
Candice LeRae: I just don’t want to lose you to this again, Johnny.
Gargano looks at her — his expression heavy, but resolute.
Johnny Gargano: You won’t lose me… but I must finish this. One way or another.
He grabs his hoodie from the crate and walks off down the hall, leaving Candice standing there, eyes filled with unease — torn between supporting her husband and fearing what this obsession might turn him into again. The camera lingers on her conflicted face as the scene fades out, the tension between love and loyalty hanging thick in the air.
Match #5: Tiffany Stratton vs Alexa Bliss w/Nia Jax
The bell rings and Alexa circles Tiffany cautiously, smirking as she taunts the champion. Tiffany steps forward, locking up with her. Alexa quickly transitions into a headlock, grinding it in, but Tiffany counters with a sharp back suplex, flipping Bliss onto her back. Bliss scrambles up — only to get caught by a dropkick right to the chest! Tiffany runs the ropes and nails a cartwheel back elbow, popping the crowd. Tiffany goes for the early Moonsault, but Nia climbs onto the apron, distracting her. The referee immediately warns Nia, allowing Alexa to trip Tiffany’s leg and send her crashing off the top rope! Alexa grins wickedly as she slides out and smashes Tiffany’s face into the announce table, shouting “You’re not as perfect as you think, princess!” Back in the ring, Alexa mounts Tiffany with vicious forearms, then plants her with a DDT — cover! 1… 2… kick out! Bliss grows frustrated, pulling Tiffany’s hair and yelling at the referee. She then climbs to the top rope, mocking Tiffany’s signature pose before going for Twisted Bliss — but Tiffany gets her knees up! Both women are down, the crowd rallying behind Stratton. Tiffany kips up to her feet, adrenaline kicking in, and delivers a rolling elbow, followed by a spinebuster! She screams in determination and climbs the ropes again — Prettiest Moonsault Ever! 1… 2… 3!
Match Results: Tiffany Stratton def. Alexa Bliss (7:47)
Tiffany barely has time to celebrate — Nia Jax storms the ring and clubs her from behind! The crowd boos as Alexa joins in, the two heels stomping down the Women’s Champion mercilessly. Nia lifts Tiffany effortlessly and slams her with a Samoan Drop, shaking the ring. Alexa kneels beside Tiffany, stroking her hair mockingly before laughing in her face. Nia Jax then looks into the camera and shouts: “Enjoy your little win, Barbie — because at Royal Rumble, that title is coming home!” She drags Tiffany up again and crushes her with a running leg drop, while Alexa stands tall beside her, smirking. The crowd rains down boos as Nia Jax and Alexa Bliss raise their arms, standing over the fallen Tiffany Stratton — a chilling preview of what might come at the Royal Rumble.
The bell rings and Alexa circles Tiffany cautiously, smirking as she taunts the champion. Tiffany steps forward, locking up with her. Alexa quickly transitions into a headlock, grinding it in, but Tiffany counters with a sharp back suplex, flipping Bliss onto her back. Bliss scrambles up — only to get caught by a dropkick right to the chest! Tiffany runs the ropes and nails a cartwheel back elbow, popping the crowd. Tiffany goes for the early Moonsault, but Nia climbs onto the apron, distracting her. The referee immediately warns Nia, allowing Alexa to trip Tiffany’s leg and send her crashing off the top rope! Alexa grins wickedly as she slides out and smashes Tiffany’s face into the announce table, shouting “You’re not as perfect as you think, princess!” Back in the ring, Alexa mounts Tiffany with vicious forearms, then plants her with a DDT — cover! 1… 2… kick out! Bliss grows frustrated, pulling Tiffany’s hair and yelling at the referee. She then climbs to the top rope, mocking Tiffany’s signature pose before going for Twisted Bliss — but Tiffany gets her knees up! Both women are down, the crowd rallying behind Stratton. Tiffany kips up to her feet, adrenaline kicking in, and delivers a rolling elbow, followed by a spinebuster! She screams in determination and climbs the ropes again — Prettiest Moonsault Ever! 1… 2… 3!
Match Results: Tiffany Stratton def. Alexa Bliss (7:47)
Tiffany barely has time to celebrate — Nia Jax storms the ring and clubs her from behind! The crowd boos as Alexa joins in, the two heels stomping down the Women’s Champion mercilessly. Nia lifts Tiffany effortlessly and slams her with a Samoan Drop, shaking the ring. Alexa kneels beside Tiffany, stroking her hair mockingly before laughing in her face. Nia Jax then looks into the camera and shouts: “Enjoy your little win, Barbie — because at Royal Rumble, that title is coming home!” She drags Tiffany up again and crushes her with a running leg drop, while Alexa stands tall beside her, smirking. The crowd rains down boos as Nia Jax and Alexa Bliss raise their arms, standing over the fallen Tiffany Stratton — a chilling preview of what might come at the Royal Rumble.
The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, and Jimmy Uso stand together for the first time in months. The atmosphere is thick with emotion — relief, pride, and a sense of purpose. Paul Heyman stands in the background looking like a man witnessing the rebirth of an empire.
Roman slowly looks from Jimmy to Jey, a faint smirk crossing his face.
Roman Reigns: It feels right again.
Jey nods, still breathing heavy from the chaos earlier in the night.
Jey Uso: Damn right it does, Uce. Been waitin’ on this moment. We ain’t never stopped bein’ family… we just had to find our way back.
Jimmy steps forward, his tone more serious.
Jimmy Uso: We back together, but this ain’t about us no more. What Kevin Owens did… what he did to Sami, to us — he crossed a line.
Roman’s expression darkens. He folds his arms and looks down for a moment before raising his gaze, his voice low and measured — that calm authority that makes everyone around him listen.
Roman Reigns: Sami Zayn was one of ours. He earned that. He believed in this family when nobody else did. Owens thinks he can make a name off disrespecting that? Nah… not while I’m still here.
He steps closer to the camera, his tone sharp.
Roman Reigns: Kevin Owens wants to play tough? Now he’s got all three of us coming for him.
Jimmy smirks, cracking his knuckles.
Jimmy Uso: Nah, Uce. He’s got me first. Next week, me and Owens — one-on-one. No sneak attacks. No games. Just me beatin’ his ass for everything he did to Sami.
Jey claps Jimmy on the shoulder with a proud grin.
Jey Uso: Do it for the family, Uce. Do it for Sami.
Roman nods, his eyes narrowing with intensity.
Roman Reigns: Next week, Kevin Owens gets a taste of what happens when you mess with The Bloodline. And trust me — this is just the beginning.
Roman looks into the camera one last time, cold and controlled.
Roman Reigns: We’re stronger than ever. We’re united again. And now… everyone else? They’re the ones who should be afraid.
Roman, Jimmy, and Jey bump fists in a silent show of unity. Paul Heyman, visibly emotional, whispers, “My Tribal Chief… the family is whole again.” Roman gives one final nod and walks off, flanked by Jimmy and Jey — The Bloodline restored, and the war with Kevin Owens far from over.
Roman slowly looks from Jimmy to Jey, a faint smirk crossing his face.
Roman Reigns: It feels right again.
Jey nods, still breathing heavy from the chaos earlier in the night.
Jey Uso: Damn right it does, Uce. Been waitin’ on this moment. We ain’t never stopped bein’ family… we just had to find our way back.
Jimmy steps forward, his tone more serious.
Jimmy Uso: We back together, but this ain’t about us no more. What Kevin Owens did… what he did to Sami, to us — he crossed a line.
Roman’s expression darkens. He folds his arms and looks down for a moment before raising his gaze, his voice low and measured — that calm authority that makes everyone around him listen.
Roman Reigns: Sami Zayn was one of ours. He earned that. He believed in this family when nobody else did. Owens thinks he can make a name off disrespecting that? Nah… not while I’m still here.
He steps closer to the camera, his tone sharp.
Roman Reigns: Kevin Owens wants to play tough? Now he’s got all three of us coming for him.
Jimmy smirks, cracking his knuckles.
Jimmy Uso: Nah, Uce. He’s got me first. Next week, me and Owens — one-on-one. No sneak attacks. No games. Just me beatin’ his ass for everything he did to Sami.
Jey claps Jimmy on the shoulder with a proud grin.
Jey Uso: Do it for the family, Uce. Do it for Sami.
Roman nods, his eyes narrowing with intensity.
Roman Reigns: Next week, Kevin Owens gets a taste of what happens when you mess with The Bloodline. And trust me — this is just the beginning.
Roman looks into the camera one last time, cold and controlled.
Roman Reigns: We’re stronger than ever. We’re united again. And now… everyone else? They’re the ones who should be afraid.
Roman, Jimmy, and Jey bump fists in a silent show of unity. Paul Heyman, visibly emotional, whispers, “My Tribal Chief… the family is whole again.” Roman gives one final nod and walks off, flanked by Jimmy and Jey — The Bloodline restored, and the war with Kevin Owens far from over.
Match #6: Cody Rhodes and LA Knight vs Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu
The bell rings. Cody starts off against Solo. The two lock up — a clash of power and precision. Solo shoves Cody into the corner and hits him with a series of headbutts. Cody fights back with jabs and a beautiful snap powerslam. Solo rolls to the outside, regrouping with Fatu. LA Knight tags in, and the crowd chants “YEAH!” as Knight and Cody hit stereo dives to the outside, taking both Samoans down! Back inside, Fatu tags in and levels Knight with a lariat that nearly turns him inside out. Fatu throws Knight into the corner, chops echoing through the arena. Solo tags in, the two hit a double Samoan drop — Knight is barely moving. Knight tries to crawl to Cody… Solo drags him back and locks in a nerve hold. The crowd claps rhythmically, trying to will Knight back to life. He fights to his feet, elbows Solo, breaks free, and hits a neckbreaker! Both men down! Cody’s arm is outstretched… Knight dives… TAG! The crowd erupts as Cody explodes into the ring — disaster kick to Fatu! Drop-down uppercut to Solo! Powerslam to Fatu! Cody signals for the Cross Rhodes! Solo charges — Cody catches him, hits the Cody Cutter! He fires up the crowd. He grabs Solo by the head — Cross Rhodes! Cody hooks the leg—1… 2… But suddenly—The Rock pulls Cody out of the ring and sends him head-first into the ring post! DING DING DING! — The ref calls for the bell.
Match Results: Cody Rhodes and LA Knight def. Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu by Disqualification (12:08)
The Rock stomps on Cody repeatedly as the crowd unleashes a chorus of boos. Jacob Fatu and Solo recover — and moments later, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa hit the ring from the crowd, joining the beatdown. LA Knight tries to save Cody, but he’s grabbed by Fatu — Superkick! Then Solo plants him with a Samoan Spike! Knight collapses, out cold. Solo grabs the United States Championship, holding it high as he stands over Knight’s motionless body. Meanwhile, The Rock isn’t done. He picks up the Undisputed WWE Championship, stares at it for a long moment, and then turns to Cody — who’s struggling to rise. CRACK! — The Rock blasts Cody across the skull with the title belt, busting him open. The crowd gasps as blood streams down Cody’s face.
The Rock removes his belt — WHIP! He lashes Cody across the back with it. Once. Twice. Over and over, fury in every motion. He screams over him: “You wanted the Great One? You got him! You wanted the Final Boss? You got him, boy!” Cody tries to crawl toward the ropes, defiant even in agony… but Rock grabs him, hoists him up— ROCK BOTTOM! The ring shakes. Cody is motionless. The Bloodline stands tall — Rock in the center, eyes burning with intensity, Solo to his right holding the U.S. Title, Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa flanking him, forming an imposing wall of dominance. Rock raises the Undisputed WWE Championship high above his head as Solo mirrors him with the U.S. Championship. The camera zooms in on Cody, blood staining the mat beneath him, as The Rock roars to the heavens.
The Rock: Acknowledge your Tribal Chief. Acknowledge the Final Boss!
The show fades out with The Bloodline united, dominant, and more dangerous than ever.
Next week on SmackDown:The bell rings. Cody starts off against Solo. The two lock up — a clash of power and precision. Solo shoves Cody into the corner and hits him with a series of headbutts. Cody fights back with jabs and a beautiful snap powerslam. Solo rolls to the outside, regrouping with Fatu. LA Knight tags in, and the crowd chants “YEAH!” as Knight and Cody hit stereo dives to the outside, taking both Samoans down! Back inside, Fatu tags in and levels Knight with a lariat that nearly turns him inside out. Fatu throws Knight into the corner, chops echoing through the arena. Solo tags in, the two hit a double Samoan drop — Knight is barely moving. Knight tries to crawl to Cody… Solo drags him back and locks in a nerve hold. The crowd claps rhythmically, trying to will Knight back to life. He fights to his feet, elbows Solo, breaks free, and hits a neckbreaker! Both men down! Cody’s arm is outstretched… Knight dives… TAG! The crowd erupts as Cody explodes into the ring — disaster kick to Fatu! Drop-down uppercut to Solo! Powerslam to Fatu! Cody signals for the Cross Rhodes! Solo charges — Cody catches him, hits the Cody Cutter! He fires up the crowd. He grabs Solo by the head — Cross Rhodes! Cody hooks the leg—1… 2… But suddenly—The Rock pulls Cody out of the ring and sends him head-first into the ring post! DING DING DING! — The ref calls for the bell.
Match Results: Cody Rhodes and LA Knight def. Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu by Disqualification (12:08)
The Rock stomps on Cody repeatedly as the crowd unleashes a chorus of boos. Jacob Fatu and Solo recover — and moments later, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa hit the ring from the crowd, joining the beatdown. LA Knight tries to save Cody, but he’s grabbed by Fatu — Superkick! Then Solo plants him with a Samoan Spike! Knight collapses, out cold. Solo grabs the United States Championship, holding it high as he stands over Knight’s motionless body. Meanwhile, The Rock isn’t done. He picks up the Undisputed WWE Championship, stares at it for a long moment, and then turns to Cody — who’s struggling to rise. CRACK! — The Rock blasts Cody across the skull with the title belt, busting him open. The crowd gasps as blood streams down Cody’s face.
The Rock removes his belt — WHIP! He lashes Cody across the back with it. Once. Twice. Over and over, fury in every motion. He screams over him: “You wanted the Great One? You got him! You wanted the Final Boss? You got him, boy!” Cody tries to crawl toward the ropes, defiant even in agony… but Rock grabs him, hoists him up— ROCK BOTTOM! The ring shakes. Cody is motionless. The Bloodline stands tall — Rock in the center, eyes burning with intensity, Solo to his right holding the U.S. Title, Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa flanking him, forming an imposing wall of dominance. Rock raises the Undisputed WWE Championship high above his head as Solo mirrors him with the U.S. Championship. The camera zooms in on Cody, blood staining the mat beneath him, as The Rock roars to the heavens.
The Rock: Acknowledge your Tribal Chief. Acknowledge the Final Boss!
The show fades out with The Bloodline united, dominant, and more dangerous than ever.
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Saturday Night's Main Event (January 25th 2025) - Updated Card
- Gunther vs Damian Priest for the World Heavyweight Championship
- Becky Lynch vs Paige for the WWE Women's World Championship
- Roman Reigns vs Kevin Owens
- The Lucha Brothers vs The Street Profits vs Tama Tonga and Tonga loa in a Triple Threat Ladder Match for the WWE Tag Team Championships
- Solo Sikoa vs LA Knight for the WWE United States Championship
Royal Rumble (February 1st) - Updated Card
- 30 Man Royal Rumble Match
- 30 Woman Royal Rumble Match
- Cody Rhodes vs The Rock for the Undisputed WWE Championship
- Motor City Machine Guns vs New Day in a 2 out of 3 falls Match for the World Tag Team Championships
- Nia Jax vs Tiffany Stratton for the WWE Women's Championship
WWE PLE Schedule:
- Saturday Night's Main Event (January 25th 2025)
- Royal Rumble (February 1st 2025)
- Elimination Chamber (March 1st 2025)
- WrestleMania 41 (April 19th and April 20th 2025)