The Vision’s music hits. Paul Heyman leads Bron Breakker, Bronson Reed and Logan Paul down the ramp. Heyman is smug, clutching the mic like it is gospel. Bron stalks behind him, radiating intensity. Logan Paul films the crowd with his phone, smirking. Reed looms as the silent enforcer.
Paul Heyman:
“Happy New Year. Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the year of The Vision. Forget Christmas forget your little traditions forget everything you thought you knew about this industry because tonight a new star is born.”
“Bron Breakker the next generation the present the future becomes your World Heavyweight Champion. When Bron took out Seth Rollins he did not just make a statement he began a journey. A journey down the path. The path that leads to titles to main eventing WrestleMania to greatness. And no one no one can stop him.”
Adam Pearce’s music hits. He walks out with authority mic in hand no nonsense.
Adam Pearce:
“Paul Paul Paul this match with CM Punk tonight is on hold. And you know that because I told you last week.”
“You may be right maybe Bron Breakker is on the path to greatness. But as for someone stopping him well Paul that someone is you.”
“Unless you tell me right now who attacked CM Punk at Survivor Series there is no title shot. No Bron Breakker vs CM Punk. Not until you give me the name.”
Bron snatches the mic from Heyman pacing like a caged animal.
Bron Breakker:
“Adam listen. I do not know who you think you are but unless you want me to wreck this arena tonight I suggest you put up and shut up. I will be facing Punk tonight and I will win that title.”
Heyman gently takes the mic back calming Bron with a hand on his chest. He speaks slowly smugly.
Paul Heyman:
“Mr Pearce if I may. You say you want to know who attacked CM Punk. But surely that is not going to help anyone tonight. We can have a discussion in private perhaps. But not here. Not like this.”
Adam Pearce:
“Paul I have made myself more than clear. The name or no title match. It is up to you now. You have one hour.”
Pearce drops the mic turns and walks back up the ramp with authority. The Vision fume in the ring Heyman clutching his head Bron pacing like a bull ready to charge.
Michael Cole:
“Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Monday Night Raw. And what a way to kick off 2026. Adam Pearce laying down the law.”
Pat McAfee:
“Heyman thought he could talk his way into a title match but Pearce is not playing games. He wants answers about Survivor Series and until he gets them Bron Breakker’s shot at CM Punk is in jeopardy.”
Michael Cole:
“An hour deadline for The Vision. Will Heyman give up the name or will Bron Breakker’s path to greatness be blocked before it even begins.”
Pat McAfee:
“Either way this is going to be one wild night.”
Michael Cole:
“We are set for tag team action here on Raw as The New Day take on Alpha Academy.”
Pat McAfee:
“Otis and Akira Tozawa have been building momentum but tonight they face one of the most decorated teams in WWE history.”
Michael Cole:
“This should be fun. Let’s get to it.”
Kofi Kingston starts the match against Otis. The big man immediately uses his power to shove Kofi into the corner. Otis flexes and roars as the crowd cheers his dominance.
Kofi tries to use his speed but Otis catches him with a crushing shoulder block. The ring shakes as Kofi hits the mat hard. Otis grins and points to the crowd soaking in the reaction.
Xavier Woods distracts the referee and trips Otis as he charges. The crowd boos loudly at the cheap shot. Kofi quickly capitalizes with a dropkick to Otis’ knee.
New Day take control with quick tags and double team offense. Woods hits a sliding forearm while Kofi follows with a splash. Otis struggles to get back to his feet as the fans voice their displeasure.
Akira Tozawa finally gets the hot tag and flies into the ring. He hits a flurry of kicks and a missile dropkick that stuns Kofi. The crowd comes alive as Akira builds momentum.
Kofi cuts him off with a sudden Trouble in Paradise. Akira crumples to the mat as Woods holds Otis on the apron. Kofi covers and scores the three count for The New Day.
Michael Cole:
“The New Day steal one here tonight thanks to Xavier Woods’ interference and Kofi’s big kick.”
Pat McAfee:
“Alpha Academy had this match in hand until that trip changed everything.”
Michael Cole:
“Controversial or not The New Day stand tall tonight.”
Natalya:
“It feels so good to be back. I really missed the grind you know. And I missed you. Until you came to me for training I did not know what to do with myself. But now I am back and I need to find Adam Pearce to tell him I want in that Royal Rumble.”
Maxxine Dupri:
“Natty I could not have done this without you. Beating Becky was something I could have only dreamed of before. With your help I finally did it. And now look I am a WWE Champion.”
The pair embrace. They dont see Roxanne Perez and Raquel Rodriguez walk into the locker room.
Roxanne Perez:
“Wow this is cute. Could not help but overhear you there Natalya. You are entering the rumble. Just a heads up me and Raquel are also entering. You might want to rethink your plans.”
Maxxine Dupri:
“Natty is worth twice the both of you.”
Raquel Rodriguez:
“Oooh Natty this and Natty that. Give it a rest Maxxine. You are holding gold now. You would think you would be able to stand on your own two feet instead of hiding behind Natty here.”
Roxanne and Raquel laugh. Maxxine looks down at her title. She stares at Raquel.
Maxxine Dupri:
“I can stand on my own two feet. I will prove it. Me and you tonight. For the Intercontinental title.”
Raquel Rodriguez:
“You are on. But you just ended your reign.”
Roxanne and Raquel walk away as Maxxine and Natalya exchange a determined look.
Michael Cole:
“Wow things just escalated backstage. Maxxine Dupri has challenged Raquel Rodriguez for the Women’s Intercontinental Championship tonight.”
Pat McAfee:
“That is bold. Raquel is dangerous and Maxxine may have just put her reign on the line.”
Michael Cole:
“We will see if Maxxine can stand on her own two feet later tonight.”
The arena lights dim. A countdown clock appears on the screen. The crowd rises to their feet as the numbers tick down from ten. When it hits zero, Chris Jericho’s music blasts through the speakers and the place explodes. Fans scream, chant, and wave signs as Jericho steps onto the stage.
Jericho stands still, soaking in the deafening cheers. He tries to speak but the sheer volume of the crowd drowns him out. He smiles, shakes his head, and paces the stage overcome with emotion.
Chris Jericho:
“Do you hear that? Do you feel that? This is why I came back. For years I have traveled the world, fought in every arena, every country, every promotion, and I have given everything I have to this business. But this right here, this is home.”
Chris Jericho:
“I remember the highlights. I remember the wars. I remember standing toe to toe with legends and carving my name into history. And now I stand before you for one last run, one last chance to give you everything I have left. Because Chris Jericho belongs in WWE.”
The crowd chants “Y2J” so loud Jericho pauses again, smiling through tears. He leans on the ropes, nodding, letting the chants wash over him.
Chris Jericho:
“You are chanting my name so loud I cannot even speak over you. That is the energy that keeps me alive. That is the fire that drives me. I am not here for a paycheck. I am not here for nostalgia. I am here because this is where I belong.”
Suddenly Ethan Page’s music hits. The cheers turn to boos as the NXT North American Champion walks out onto the stage with a smirk. He holds his title high and shakes his head at the crowd before raising the mic.
Ethan Page:
“Ladies and gentlemen… welcome to the dawning of a new era. Welcome to the era of Ethan Page. You see, all of you came here tonight to celebrate the big return of Chris Jericho. The legend. The so‑called savior. The man who thinks he can walk back in here and steal the spotlight. But the spotlight does not belong to you anymore Jericho. It belongs to me.”
Ethan Page:
“I am the best North American Champion in history. I am the future of this company. I am the man who will carry WWE into tomorrow while you cling to yesterday. You talk about highlights, you talk about wars, you talk about carving your name into history. Well history is exactly where you belong. Because Ethan Page is the present. Ethan Page is the future. Ethan Page is the name these people will be chanting long after you are gone.”
Ethan Page:
“You want to stand here and cry about being home? You want to talk about giving everything you have left? Save it. Because I am not here for nostalgia. I am not here for your reunion tour. I am here to prove that Ethan Page is the best in the world at what I do. And Chris Jericho… you are nothing more than an old guy back for a paycheck.”
Page smirks, points at Jericho, then turns to the crowd.
Ethan Page:
“So enjoy your little moment. Enjoy your chants. Because sooner or later, you will all realize the truth. Chris Jericho is finished. Ethan Page is forever.”
Page drops the mic, laughs, and walks back up the ramp as the crowd boos furiously. Jericho stares him down from the ring, shaking his head, soaking in the chants of his name.
Michael Cole:
“Ethan Page just turned Jericho’s return into a statement of his own.”
Pat McAfee:
“That was vintage arrogance. He flipped Jericho’s own debut style right back at him.”
Michael Cole:
“This is only the beginning. Jericho versus Ethan Page is going to be explosive.”
Michael Cole:
“We are set for a blockbuster here tonight on Raw. The Women’s Intercontinental Championship is on the line.”
Pat McAfee:
“Maxxine Dupri said earlier she wanted to prove she can stand on her own two feet. Well, she’s about to try against Raquel Rodriguez, one of the most dominant forces in WWE.”
Michael Cole:
“Natalya is at ringside to support Maxxine, while Roxanne Perez accompanies her Judgment Day ally Raquel. This one is going to be chaotic.”
The bell rings and the match explodes into action. Maxxine Dupri and Raquel Rodriguez trade heavy shots and counters, each competitor hitting big moves and scoring near falls. The pace is fast and furious, the crowd roaring with every close call.
Roxanne Perez climbs onto the apron, trying to intervene, but Natalya rushes over and pulls her down, stopping the interference. The referee is distracted as the chaos builds.
Suddenly Liv Morgan sprints down the ramp. She shouts at the referee, trying to tilt the match in Raquel Rodriguez’s favor. The boos rain down as Liv smirks, but before she can tip the scales, Stephanie Vaquer storms out from backstage.
The Women’s World Champion charges to ringside, evening the numbers. Stephanie Vaquer and Liv Morgan brawl outside the ring, Natalya and Roxanne Perez fight on the other side, and the referee struggles to maintain control.
Inside the ring, Maxxine Dupri seizes the moment. She counters Raquel Rodriguez’s power move, drops her to the mat, and locks in the Sharpshooter.
The crowd erupts as Raquel screams in pain, reaching for the ropes but unable to escape.
Raquel Rodriguez taps out. The referee calls for the bell. Maxxine Dupri retains the Women’s Intercontinental Championship.
Michael Cole:
“Maxxine Dupri has done it! Against all odds, she proves she can stand on her own two feet!”
Pat McAfee:
“What a war! Chaos everywhere, but Maxxine locked in the Sharpshooter and made Raquel tap!”
Michael Cole:
“Natalya kept Roxanne Perez at bay, Stephanie Vaquer neutralized Liv Morgan, and Maxxine Dupri walks out still champion!”
Michael Cole:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve reached the hour Adam Pearce promised. The question remains — will tonight’s main event go ahead as scheduled? Bron Breakker is set to challenge CM Punk for the World Championship, but the mystery of who attacked Punk at Survivor Series still hangs over us.”
Pat McAfee:
“Pearce said he wanted answers, and he’s about to demand them right now.”
Adam Pearce makes his way to the ring, microphone in hand, his face stern and determined.
Adam Pearce:
“Paul Heyman, The Vision… the hour is up. If tonight’s main event is going to happen, then you better get out here right now and reveal who attacked CM Punk at Survivor Series.”
The arena darkens. The Vision’s music hits. Paul Heyman walks out flanked by Bron Breakker, Bronson Reed, and Logan Paul. The crowd boos heavily as Heyman raises his hand, smirking with confidence.
Paul Heyman:
“Ladies and gentlemen… my name is Paul Heyman. And tonight, the world will finally know the truth. The Vision is not complete with three men. No, no, no. The Vision is four. And it is time the world knows who the fourth and final member truly is.”
Heyman paces, his voice dripping with cryptic menace.
Paul Heyman:
“This man embodies opportunity. This man embodies greatness. This man embodies my vision. And tonight, he will reveal himself.”
Heyman gestures backstage. The crowd gasps as Austin Theory walks out. He hasn’t been seen for months. He smirks, soaking in the shock, and takes the microphone.
Austin Theory:
“Adam Pearce… I was the one who attacked CM Punk at Survivor Series. And I’ll tell you why. Because I was tired of being overlooked. I was tired of being treated like a joke. I wanted opportunities. I wanted to be taken seriously. And most of all, I wanted to be part of Paul Heyman’s vision. The Vision is the future, and I am the future.”
The crowd boos loudly as Adam Pearce shakes his head in disgust.
Adam Pearce:
“Austin Theory, you just admitted to attacking CM Punk. Effective immediately, you are suspended without pay. Security, get him out of my ring!”
Security rushes down and escorts Austin Theory out as Paul Heyman protests furiously, shouting at Pearce from the stage.
Adam Pearce:
“And Paul Heyman, don’t think I didn’t notice your little stunt. The main event is still on tonight — Bron Breakker versus CM Punk for the World Championship. But you, Bronson Reed, and Logan Paul are banned from ringside!”
The crowd erupts in cheers as Heyman clutches his head in disbelief, Bron Breakker seething beside him.
Michael Cole:
“Adam Pearce just dropped the hammer! Austin Theory suspended, and The Vision stripped of its numbers at ringside!”
Pat McAfee:
“That changes everything. Bron Breakker has to face CM Punk one‑on‑one tonight without Heyman, without Bronson, without Logan. This main event just got a whole lot bigger!”
Michael Cole:
“The World Championship is on the line, and the playing field has been leveled. Don’t go anywhere — it’s coming up tonight!”
Backstage, Lyra Valkyria is smiling as she chats with her friend Tatum Paxley. The two are buzzing with excitement over Tatum’s call‑up to the main roster.
Lyra Valkyria:
“This is going to be amazing. We can team up, we can go for lunches, we can share rides between shows. It’s going to be so much fun.”
Tatum Paxley:
“I can’t believe it, Lyra. I’ve dreamed of this moment, and now we get to do it together.”
The two giggle, clearly enjoying the moment, when Bayley walks into the picture looking annoyed.
Bayley:
“Hey Lyra. Can we have a minute? We’re up next against Ivy Nile and Zoey Stark. We need to be ready.”
Lyra Valkyria waves her off, still smiling with Tatum.
Lyra Valkyria:
“We’ll be fine, Bayley. I’m just catching up with Tatum. I’ll see you in the ring.”
Lyra Valkyria and Tatum Paxley link arms and walk off together, laughing, leaving Bayley standing alone, visibly frustrated as she watches them go.
Michael Cole:
“Bayley doesn’t look too happy about that. She wanted focus, but Lyra Valkyria seems more interested in celebrating with Tatum Paxley.”
Pat McAfee:
“That’s not a good sign heading into a match against Ivy Nile and Zoey Stark. Bayley’s ready, but is Lyra Valkyria?”
Michael Cole:
“We’ll find out next. Can Bayley and Lyra Valkyria get on the same page, or will Nile and Stark take advantage?”
Michael Cole:
“It’s time for tag team action here on Raw. Bayley and Lyra Valkyria team up against Ivy Nile and Zoey Stark.”
Pat McAfee:
“Bayley wanted focus earlier, but Lyra Valkyria was busy celebrating with Tatum Paxley. Let’s see if they can get on the same page.”
The bell rings and Bayley starts the match against Ivy Nile. The two exchange holds and strikes, with Bayley using her veteran savvy to keep Nile grounded. Zoey Stark tags in and the pace quickens as she takes Bayley down with a sharp dropkick.
Lyra Valkyria enters the match and immediately dazzles the crowd with her speed. She hits a spinning heel kick on Stark and follows with a springboard crossbody. Ivy Nile breaks up the pin, keeping the match alive.
Bayley and Lyra Valkyria show flashes of teamwork, trading quick tags to wear down their opponents. Nile powers through with suplexes, while Stark nearly scores a fall with a knee strike. The crowd is on edge as the momentum swings back and forth.
Bayley rallies with a Bayley‑to‑Belly on Nile, but Stark breaks the count. Lyra Valkyria re‑enters and hits a devastating enzuigiri on Stark. Bayley cuts off Nile, allowing Lyra to hit a top‑rope splash for the win.
The referee raises Bayley and Lyra Valkyria’s hands after a hard‑fought battle. Suddenly, Tatum Paxley rushes from backstage, beaming with excitement. Lyra Valkyria embraces her friend, celebrating wildly as Bayley looks on from the corner.
Bayley watches silently, her expression mixed with pride and frustration. Lyra Valkyria and Tatum Paxley link arms, laughing and soaking in the cheers. Bayley shakes her head, realizing she’s been left out of the celebration.
Michael Cole:
“Bayley and Lyra Valkyria pick up the win, but look at this. Lyra is celebrating with Tatum Paxley, leaving Bayley on the outside.”
Pat McAfee:
“That’s gotta sting. Bayley wanted focus, but Lyra Valkyria’s attention is clearly elsewhere.”
Michael Cole:
“The tension is building, and it could spell trouble for this team moving forward.”
Backstage, Cathey Kelley stands with a microphone, smiling as the camera pans to her guest.
Cathey Kelley:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back LA Knight. LA, you haven’t been seen since your loss to Gunther in the Last Time is Now tournament. Was that a planned absence, or what’s been happening?”
LA Knight:
“Listen, Kelley, everything I do is planned. Meticulously planned, may I add. I needed some time to recharge my batteries, figure out what’s next… and now I know. So let me tell you what is next.”
LA Knight:
“Gunther retired Goldberg. Gunther retired John Cena. He’s the talk of the town, but let me tell you this.. I don’t plan on fading into the shadows, no. I’ve got one goal and one goal only, and that is to be World Heavyweight Champion.”
LA Knight:
“I don’t need to retire anyone to get my wish. I’ve got another plan. Another route. So let this be a special announcement I will be entering the Royal Rumble. I will win the Royal Rumble. And then no one will be speaking about Gunther and who he has retired.”
LA Knight:
“No, they won’t. There will be only one name on people’s lips, Kelley. And that name is… L… A… Knight… YEAH!”
LA Knight smirks, drops the mic, and walks off as the crowd in the arena roars at the announcement.
Michael Cole:
“What a declaration! LA Knight is back, and he’s entering the Royal Rumble!”
Pat McAfee:
“He just put the entire roster on notice. LA Knight wants the World Heavyweight Championship, and he’s got a plan to get it.”
Michael Cole:
“The road to WrestleMania just got a whole lot louder."
Backstage, the camera cuts to Rhea Ripley and Iyo Sky standing together, relaxed but clearly deep in conversation.
Iyo Sky:
“Rhea, you know we’ve been through a lot together. I think it’s time we go after the Women’s Tag Team Championships. Asuka and Kairi Sane have been running wild, and I want us to be the ones to finally put an end to them.”
Rhea Ripley:
“Iyo, I get it. Those titles would be huge for us, and I respect that. But right now, my focus is on the Royal Rumble. I want to win it, and I want to become World Champion again.”
Iyo tilts her head, slightly frustrated but still smiling, showing the bond between them.
Iyo Sky
“I understand, but we’re stronger together. The tag titles would prove that our friendship and our team can dominate just as much as anyone else.”
Rhea Ripley:
“And we will, Iyo. But first, I need to take care of business in the Rumble. Once I’ve got that World Championship back, then we’ll make sure Asuka and Kairi don’t stand in our way anymore.”
The two share a nod, their friendship intact but their goals clearly diverging. The camera lingers on them as the tension between ambition and loyalty hangs in the air.
Michael Cole:
“Interesting words backstage from Rhea Ripley and Iyo Sky. Iyo wants the tag titles, Rhea wants the World Championship.”
Pat McAfee:
“That’s the thing about friendships in WWE sometimes the paths don’t line up. But if they can stay united, that’s a dangerous duo for anyone.”
Michael Cole:
“We’ll see if their bond holds strong as the road to the Royal Rumble continues.”
Michael Cole:
“Here comes the Ring General, Gunther. The man who retired Goldberg, the man who retired John Cena, and now he’s calling himself the most dominant force in WWE.”
Pat McAfee:
“And after what we heard from LA Knight earlier tonight, you know Gunther’s not going to let that slide.”
Gunther makes his way to the ring, stoic and imposing. He raises the microphone as the crowd boos loudly.
Gunther:
“Everyone should bow to the Ring General, Gunther. I heard LA Knight backstage, running his mouth, but let me make this clear the only man who will win the Royal Rumble is the man who retired John Cena. LA Knight is not on my level. I am the Ring General. And from now on, since I ended the careers of Goldberg and Cena, I will also be known as… The Legend Killer.”
The crowd boos harder. Gunther laughs and tells them to shut up. Suddenly, Jey Uso’s music hits and the arena erupts as he walks onto the stage, staring down Gunther.
Gunther:
“Jey. Before you start all your whining and crying, or Yeeting depending on what mood you’re in, choose your next words very carefully. I’ve proven over and over that I can beat you. I have beaten you. You are beneath me.”
Jey Uso raises the mic, looking emotional, his voice steady but passionate.
Jey Uso:
“Last year at the Royal Rumble was the best night of my life, Uce. I started a journey.. A journey to winning my first ever singles title in WWE. And I beat you to do it, Uce. So don’t stand here and tell me I’m beneath you. I made you tap out. I took your title. You ain’t no Legend Killer, Uce. You’re a bully. A horrible bully.”
Gunther laughs mockingly, clutching his chest.
Gunther:
“Jey, Jey… you’re breaking my heart. Please stop.”
He laughs again as Jey Uso shakes his head, furious.
Jey Uso:
“Screw you, Uce.”
Jey starts to head for the ring, clearly ready for a fight, but Adam Pearce rushes out onto the stage, raising his hands to stop them.
Adam Pearce:
“Enough! Enough! I can see you two clearly want a fight. So let’s raise the stakes. Next week, it’s Gunther versus Jey Uso. And the loser… enters the Royal Rumble at number one!”
The crowd explodes with cheers. Jey Uso nods, staring down Gunther with intensity. Gunther smirks, unfazed.
Gunther:
“One. Seven. Thirty. It doesn’t matter to me, Adam. The Legend Killer. The Ring General, Gunther, will walk out of the Royal Rumble as the winner!”
Michael Cole:
“What a blockbuster announcement from Adam Pearce! Gunther versus Jey Uso next week, and the loser enters the Rumble at number one!”
Pat McAfee:
“That’s huge! Jey Uso looks ready to fight, but Gunther doesn’t care if it’s one, seven, or thirty — he’s promising to win it all.”
Michael Cole:
“It’s time for our main event. The World Heavyweight Championship is on the line as CM Punk defends against Bron Breakker.”
Pat McAfee:
“This all started at Survivor Series when Bron pinned Punk in War Games after Austin Theory’s attack. Tonight, it’s one‑on‑one, no excuses.”
The bell rings and the crowd is electric. CM Punk and Bron Breakker lock up, the tension palpable. Breakker powers Punk into the corner, smirking as he taunts him.
Punk fires back with stiff strikes, showing he’s not the old man Breakker mocked. He hits a running knee, but Breakker explodes out with a clothesline that nearly takes Punk’s head off. The crowd gasps at the impact.
Breakker dominates early, slamming Punk repeatedly and yelling insults about AJ Lee. Punk fights back with chops and a bulldog, but Breakker cuts him off with a spinebuster. The referee checks Punk as he clutches his ribs.
Outside the ring, Breakker smashes Punk into the steel steps. Punk is busted open, blood pouring down his face as the crowd rallies behind him. Breakker laughs, shouting “Crackhead!” as he poses arrogantly.
Punk digs deep, hitting a desperation DDT on the floor. He rolls Breakker back inside and climbs the ropes, landing a flying elbow drop. The crowd erupts as Punk covers, but Breakker kicks out at two.
Breakker regains control with a spear that nearly ends the match. Punk barely gets his shoulder up, the fans screaming in disbelief. Breakker pounds the mat in frustration, demanding the referee count faster.
The two trade near falls, Punk hitting the GTS but Breakker somehow kicking out. Breakker hits another spear, Punk survives again. Both men are exhausted, blood and sweat covering them as the crowd roars.
Punk rallies, hitting a second GTS, but Breakker still rises defiantly. Punk screams, lifts him again, and delivers a third GTS. Finally, Breakker stays down as Punk collapses on top for the three‑count.
Michael Cole:
“CM Punk has done it! After blood, sweat, and three GTSs, he retains the World Heavyweight Championship!”
Pat McAfee:
“That was Bret Hart versus Stone Cold level epic. Punk proved he’s still the man, and Bron Breakker just got humbled.”
Michael Cole:
“The road to the Royal Rumble continues, but tonight belongs to CM Punk!”
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