SummerSlam 8-18-2024

As we come back from commercial break, we once again see Samantha Irvin standing in the ring, and she raises her microphone to her mouth and begins to speak.

SAMANTHA IRVIN: Ladies and gentlemen, we are moments away from the finale of Heatwave, where one lucky woman will receive a contract with WWE. Before we bring the finalists out, here to now perform her hit single and theme of Heatwave, “Espresso”, please once again welcome multi-platinum recording artist, Sabriiinaaa Carrrpenterrr!

The crowd erupts into cheers as Sabrina Carpenter walks out onto the SummerSlam stage, microphone in hand and dressed in a much different outfit than she was wearing to sing the National Anthem.Just like before, Sabrina looks out at the crowd with a smile and gives them a wave and as the band begins to play the music to “Espresso”, it’s like a switch flips to put her in “performer mode” and she raises her microphone and beings to sing.



SABRINA CARPENTER: Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me espresso

Move it up, down, left, right, oh

Switch it up like Nintendo

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me espresso

I can't relate to desperation

My give-a-damns are on vacation

And I got this one boy and he won't stop calling

When they act this way, I know I got 'em

Too bad your ex don't do it for ya

Walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya

Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya

I know I Mountain Dew it for ya

That morning coffee, brewed it for ya

One touch and I brand-newed it for ya

And now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me espresso

Move it up, down, left, right, oh

Switch it up like Nintendo

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me espresso



SABRINA CARPENTER: I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer

Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger

My twisted humor, make him laugh so often

My honeybee, come and get this pollen

Too bad your ex don't do it for ya

Walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya

Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya

I know I Mountain Dew it for ya

That morning coffee, brewed it for ya

One touch and I brand-newed it for ya

Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me espresso

Move it up, down, left, right, oh

Switch it up like Nintendo

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me espresso

Thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me espresso

Move it up, down, left, right, oh

Switch it up like Nintendo

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me espresso

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Mm, that's that me espresso

As the song comes to an end, pyro goes off on the stage and the crowd erupts into cheers. Sabrina smiles and waves to the crowd again before turning and heading to the back as the cameras go back to Samantha in the ring.

SAMANTHA IRVIN: And now, ladies and gentlemen, let’s get the Heatwave finale underway!

The crowd is absolutely electric as the lights dim, and the extended ending strains of ‘Espresso’ echo throughout the arena. Anticipation crackles in the air, reaching a fever pitch as the stage is set for the grand finale of Heatwave. The massive LED screens burst to life, displaying dynamic visuals of the fierce battles, jaw-dropping moments, and unforgettable drama that have led up to this very night. This is what everyone has been waiting for, the climactic end to the competition that will be etched in SummerSlam history.



MICHAEL COLE: What an absolutely stunning performance by Sabrina Carpenter, delivering the official anthem of Heatwave, “Espresso,” with all the fire and energy this SummerSlam demands! The atmosphere in here is something else, it's a night we won’t soon forget! I’m Michael Cole, joined by the sometimes insightful Wade Barrett, and I promise you, folks, this finale is going to be nothing short of spectacular.

WADE BARRETT: You’ve got that right, Cole! We’ve witnessed twists, turns, and outright chaos leading up to tonight, and I have no doubt that this final round will deliver even more! It’s all on the line now; the Heatwave crown, and that coveted full-time WWE contract! This is what competition is all about.

As the music crescendos, the competitors who’ve valiantly fought their way through the Heatwave competition stride onto the stage. Raychell Rose, Viva Van, Dani Jordyn, Renee Michelle, and Sonny Kiss, all transformed by the glam squad, take their places on the side of the stage. Their presence is a testament to the intense battles they’ve endured dealing with Dawn and the competition’s rotating rules. Joining them is the legendary Beth Phoenix, who has been the voice of reason and experience throughout the competition on Heat’s commentary table. The crowd’s noise begins to change as Heatwave host, Dawn Marie, elegantly steps onto the stage, carrying a bouquet of purple freesias, white roses, and lush foliage, a stunning tribute for the night’s winner. She’s followed closely by her newfound close friend, Velvet Sky, the two of them looking radiant in their short dresses as they confidently join the group.

The stage itself is a masterpiece of grandiosity. The centerpiece is a gleaming trophy, polished to perfection, with an envelope resting atop it, promising the revelation of the night’s victor. The trophy stands proudly next to a speaking podium, its presence commanding the attention of everyone in the stadium. As the spotlight captures the shimmer of the trophy, it’s clear that the stakes couldn’t be higher.

WADE BARRETT: On top of all of the drama, let's not forget, that envelope holds the key to someone’s future. It’s not just a piece of paper, it’s a golden ticket to stardom in this business!

MICHAEL COLE: And that trophy represents everything that one lucky woman has overcome and fought for, or against, in this sometimes unfair competition.

WADE BARRETT: Remember when Dawn showed you her trophies, Cole? Can you remember that?

MICHAEL COLE: Oh, be quiet.

As the instrumental comes to a close, the spotlight shifts to Dawn Marie, who now stands poised at the podium, the bouquet of flowers resting gracefully beside her. The crowd’s cheers mix with a few jeers, but Dawn remains unfazed, her smile exuding confidence as she prepares to host the evening’s festivities.

DAWN MARIE: Sofi Stadium, welcome to the grand finale of Heatwave! Tonight, we’re not just celebrating the journey of these incredible women… we’re witnessing the evolution of what women in wrestling have accomplished. SummerSlams of the past have given us historic feuds, unforgettable title defenses, and moments that have been etched in history. But tonight, we’re here to create our own iconic moment in SummerSlam history by crowning the woman who has proven herself to be the brightest star of them all on Heatwave.

The crowd buzzes with excitement and anticipation as Dawn gestures toward the competitors. Her voice swells with pride as she begins to lavish praise on the finalists.

DAWN MARIE: And while every woman in this competition has fought with heart and determination, there’s one woman who has stood above the rest. One woman who has embodied the very essence of what Heatwave is all about. From the moment she stepped into this ring, she captured our hearts with her beauty, her charisma, and her undeniable talent. And let me tell you, it doesn’t matter what was voted by you, the WWE Universe, because there is only one woman brave enough to come out here and stand up after all they’ve been through in this competition. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the future of this business… Scarlett Bordeaux!

The spotlight beams down on Scarlett Bordeaux as she takes her place on the stage, basking in the attention. The crowd’s reaction is a cacophony of cheers and boos, but Scarlett’s confident smirk never falters. She stands tall, a small sultry kiss to the camera, she soaks in the moment as Dawn Marie continues to build her up, painting her as the true victor of the competition.

DAWN MARIE: Scarlett has shown us all why she is the SmokeShow, why she is destined to be the future of this business. She has the looks, the talent, and the ambition to take this business to new heights. And tonight, we will see her rise to her rightful place as the winner of Heatwave, going on to bring sexy back to wrestling!

But just as Dawn is about to continue, the arena erupts as the familiar, high-octane strains of “Hardcore Country” by Mickie James blast through the speakers. The crowd explodes with deafening cheers, their excitement shaking the very foundations of the stadium as Mickie James makes her entrance. The atmosphere becomes electric as Mickie, with her signature swagger, strides onto the stage- but she’s not alone. By her side, waving enthusiastically to the ecstatic fans, is none other than a returning Brandi Glanville, adding an unexpected twist to the unfolding drama. In Brandi’s hand is an envelope that immediately grabs the crowd’s attention, a mystery that adds an extra layer of intrigue to the moment.



MICHAEL COLE: Business just picked up, Wade! Mickie James is crashing this party, and from the look of things, she’s got something up her sleeve - - and with Brandi Glanville, no less! Dawn is not happy!

WADE BARRETT: Well, this just took an interesting turn. What could Mickie James possibly be doing here, and why is Brandi with her? There’s no telling what they have in store, but I have a feeling it’s going to be big!

As Mickie and Brandi make their way to the ring, the energy in the arena reaches a fever pitch. Mickie is all smiles, clearly reveling in the disruption she’s caused, while Brandi holds up the envelope, her presence adding a sense of mystery to the already tense atmosphere. Mickie takes to the podium, standing next to Dawn she takes the microphone.

MICKIE JAMES: First of all, what’s up Inglewood, how y’all feeling?!

The crowd reply with a chorus of cheers for the returning Mickie James, she smiles, but her playful smirk fades slightly as she now addresses the situation with a more serious tone.

MICKIE JAMES: Sorry for interrupting, Brandi and I were official co-hosts too and we have something to say. Dawn, before you get too comfortable declaring your little buddy the winner for the second week in a row, there’s something we need to talk about. Something… or should I say, someone, who isn’t standing here right now, taking her rightful place in this final.

The crowd murmurs in anticipation, sensing that Mickie is about to drop a bombshell. Brandi holds up the envelope slightly, adding an air of suspense.

MICKIE JAMES: You see, the truth is… everyone’s been wondering… where is Maki Itoh tonight? Why isn’t she out here, ready to fight for her place in the final? Why isn’t she backstage? Why can’t the crew find her? We’ve all seen her crashing parties, shaking things up, and making sure nobody forgets her name. But tonight, when it really counts, she’s nowhere to be found. And that’s got everyone backstage talking.

Mickie’s tone intensifies as she locks eyes with Dawn Marie, her words laced with accusation.

MICKIE JAMES: You know, there’s been a lot of chatter about those mysterious attacks… the ones that took out Kyona and Lita. Some of the girls have been rattled, and rightfully so. If those attacks have anything to do with what’s keeping Maki away tonight, well, we all know where the fingers are pointing. Dawn, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who’s behind this. I said it before and I’ll say it again, something smells fishy and it’s not the catering, Miss Dawn Marie.

The crowd reacts with a mix of boos, laughs and gasps, the tension in the arena reaching a boiling point. Dawn Marie looks visibly uncomfortable as Mickie’s words hang in the air.

MICKIE JAMES: So, before you go ahead and crown Scarlett as your queen, maybe we should think about the real reason Maki isn’t here. Is it because she’s afraid? Or is it because someone wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be?

As the crowd buzzes with uncertainty, Mickie hands the microphone to Brandi Glanville, who steps forward.

BRANDI GLANVILLE: California, it’s so damn good to be back home! Now, I’ll be honest, I’m no wrestling expert… but I know a bully when I see one. Dawn, sweetie, you’ve been scheming, attacking, and trying to rig this from the start. You think you can just crown your little tramp and keep your hands clean? Not happening.

The crowd roars as Brandi’s voice sharpens, her anger directed squarely at Dawn who can be seen at the edge of the scene, clearly feeling uncomfortable by the Housewives stars comments.

BRANDI GLANVILLE: You and Velvet attacked these women when I co-hosted, thinking you could push them around. But, no, no, no. You see, I’ve dealt with a pair of rotten to the core desperate has-beens like you two before. Just take a look at how Kim and Kyle Richards and how they ended up. You, Dawn, are nothing but a coward hiding behind cheap tricks and fake smiles. You’ve been trying to control everything, but you’re just scared. Scared of strong women like all of these Heat girls who don’t need to cheat to succeed. You’re nothing but a washed-up old bitch trying to hold onto a crown that was never yours!-



Suddenly, the arena lights turn, and the unmistakable strains of ‘Brooklyn The Hole’ blare through the speakers, cutting through the tension like a knife. The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and surprise as Maki Itoh herself strides onto the stage.

WADE BARRETT: Forget Sabrina Carpenter, here she is, Cole! Maki Itoh is in the building, and she’s not backing down from anyone!

MICHAEL COLE: You’ve got to love Maki Itoh, Cole! She’s been a wildcard from the start, and now she’s here to make sure everyone knows she’s not going down without a fight!

With a confident smirk, Maki launches into her signature performance, her voice carrying through the arena as she captivates the crowd. She’s here, and she’s not letting anything, or anyone, stop her. The audience is on their feet, cheering her on and singing along, as she starts to deliver a powerful rendition, making it clear she’s ready to claim her spot in the final. But just as she’s reaching the climax of her performance, Dawn Marie, visibly frustrated, grabs a microphone and cuts her off.

DAWN MARIE: Alright, cut the music! Don’t you think our ears have suffered enough! This isn’t a festival for all you low-rate performers, it’s a competition! Take your concerts to a parking lot, where it belongs! Now, let’s get on with it!

Brandi, with a dramatic flourish, moves her hand to open the envelope, and the crowd holds their breath as she pulls out the card, revealing the name inside and the winner of Heatwave.

BRANDI GLANVILLE: And the winner of Heatwave 2024, as voted by the WWE Universe, is…MAKI ITOH!!!!

The arena erupts into a thunderous ovation as Maki Itoh is announced the winner! The spotlight continues to shine but now mainly on the winner, near the center of the stage. Mickie James’s expression shifts from concern to joy as Maki Itoh strides confidently toward the podium and trophy. Mickie can’t help but grin, clearly thrilled that Maki has made it, defying all odds.

On stage, the scene intensifies as Dawn Marie picks up the bouquet of flowers, she walks in Maki Itoh’s path before she switches her pace, furiously charging in Brandi Glanville’s direction, smacking her across the face with the bouquet of flowers! The crowd gasps as the broken bouquet creates a messy landing as Dawn takes her down in a vicious catfight, and before anyone can react, Scarlett Bordeaux then runs in a rage, attempting to ambush Maki Itoh. However, Maki is quicker, countering Scarlett with a swift headbutt, landing straight on her jaw, sending her crashing to the ground!

MICHAEL COLE: Maki Itoh is the winner of $100,000 and a full-time contract with us, taking the poll by a landslide 93.7% of the vote! We thank you for your contributions in crowning the first ever Heatwave winner! But chaos has erupted! Dawn Marie just blindsided Brandi Glanville with those flowers, and now it’s pandemonium!

Mickie, pleased with Maki’s resilience, rushes to separate Dawn from Brandi. She grabs Dawn by the shoulders, pulling her off the now dazed Brandi. Dawn whirls around, her eyes blazing with anger, and without hesitation, she swings her hand toward Mickie, aiming to slap her. But before she can land the blow, Viva Van charges in, catching Dawn’s hand mid-air. In a fluid motion, Viva takes Dawn Marie down with a powerful judo throw, sending the crowd into a frenzy!

Velvet Sky, seeing her friend in trouble, rushes to Dawn’s aid, launching herself at Viva Van to break the hold. They tussle on the ground as the fight spreads across the stage. Maki, with a determined look, squares off against Velvet Sky, the two exchanging blows in a fierce showdown. This triggers the other women - Raychell Rose, Renee Michelle, Dani Jordyn, and Sonny Kiss - to jump into the fray, each one taking on whoever is nearest, the stage now a battleground of flying fists and bodies.

MICHAEL COLE: Maki Itoh just made history, and she’s not letting anyone steal her spotlight tonight, not even Dawn Marie or Velvet Sky!

WADE BARRETT: Admit it, Cole, you’re secretly wishing Dawn was coming after you instead of poor Brandi! I can see it now: “Michael Cole caught in a love triangle with Dawn Marie and Velvet Sky!”

MICHAEL COLE: Wade, I’m telling you, focus on what’s happening in the ring, not in your head. This is about Maki Itoh’s moment, her victory, and the chaos that’s unfolding as we speak.

WADE BARRETT: Okay, okay, I’ll give it a rest. But you’ve gotta admit, this has been one heck of a night. From Dawn Marie’s delusions to Maki Itoh’s defiance, we’ve seen it all. And you, Cole, just might have seen a little more than you bargained for during that catfight! Maybe next time, bring your own bouquet, just in case!

MICHAEL COLE: Enough, Wade. Let’s keep our eyes in the ring and the fallout unfolding here. Maki Itoh has earned every bit of that trophy, and despite all the madness, this night belongs to her. Congratulations to Maki Itoh, the rightful winner of our first ever Heatwave!

Mickie James watches the chaos with a mixture of pride and amusement, knowing that Maki’s victory is now secured. As the fight rages on, Mickie lifts Maki Itoh’s arm in celebration, the two women sharing a triumphant moment amid the pandemonium as Maki uses her other hand to flip the girls off one last time. The crowd’s cheers reach a deafening volume as they acknowledge Maki Itoh as the deserving winner of Heatwave 2024. It’s a scene of pure, unbridled chaos. An unforgettable, unpredictable halfway show to a night that will undoubtedly be etched in wrestling history.

MICHAEL COLE: Well, it looks like Heatwave didn’t exactly end the way that Dawn Marie would have liked!

WADE BARRETT: I’ve been told that several of the ladies in the chaos are headed to the local medical facility, we’re all wishing them a speedy recovery!

MICHAEL COLE: This next match promises to be even more intense; these two teams of the Unholy Union and Shotzi, with her new tag team partner Saraya, are looking to be the first WWE Women’s Tag Team Champions of the new era!

WADE BARRETT: And this won’t be a catfight, these ladies are out for blood tonight! They want those championships, come hell or high water, we’re getting new champions tonight one way or another!

”The Depths” by def rebel begins to play as the lights in the arena go dark and The Unholy Union of Isla Dawn and Alba Fyre make their way out to the displeasure of the crowd. Isla Dawn is graceful but almost seductive in the way she moves, while Alba has a much more aggressive and warrior-like stride as she walks. Isla gets down on all fours as she crawls between Alba’s legs and slowly gets back to her feet as she blows a red mist towards the camera, and the lights come back up as they make their way to the ring.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWE Women’s Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, making their way to the ring, Alba Fyre and Isla Dawn, The Unhooolyyy Uuuniooon!

MICHAEL COLE: Alba Fyre and Isla Dawn have been chomping at the bit for an opportunity just like this since they stepped through the doors of WWE! Tonight is their night to finally take those Women’s Tag Team Championship belts back into their possession and prove themselves as the dominant force in the division!

WADE BARRETT: That’s not to say the shied away from competition in the slightest either, Cole! These two have been fighting in contests week after week, getting their hands dirty with backstage attacks! Isla Dawn just competed fiercely last month in the Money in the Bank ladder match! These ladies are serious contenders, and now they want to prove they can be champions!

As they reach the end of the rampway, Isla Dawn waves away a few overzealous fans who try to reach out to touch her. Alba smacks her bat down on her open palm to threaten them to control themselves. Alba and Isla make their way up the stairs and pose at the side of the ring as Alba gets in and stands by the ropes, and Isla leans back against them in front of her and kicks one leg up into the air before stepping into the ring with a flourish as she whips herself back up right and her hair cascades down behind her. "Ball Pit" by def rebel begins to play as the fans in the SoFi stadium cheer absolutely wildly for the arrival of The Ballsy Badass in her tank as she drives her way to the top of the ramp and looks like she’s having a blast!



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And their opponents, first making her way to the ring, The Ballsy Badass, Shotziii Blaaackheaaart!

MICHAEL COLE: Shotzi has come back with a fire after an injury that had her sidelined for quite some time. But I have to say, Wade, she’s come back with a vengeance and is just enjoying herself whenever we see her out here!

WADE BARRETT: When you love what you do, it’s not really work, is it? She’s definitely fun to watch in the ring, but I’m not sure she’s quite ready to face The White Witch or The Hardcore Daredevil! But she doesn’t have to worry about handling things on her own anymore because she’s been paired up with our next arrival!

"Stars in the Night" by CFO$ blares over the P/A system as the crowd are on their feet for the arrival of Saraya! She prances her way out onto the stage with a playful deviousness that she’s made popular since hitting the mainstream world of professional wrestling and brings with her everywhere she goes. Holding her hands behind herself, she slowly skips her way to the back of the tank and mounts up behind Shotzi as she points forwards toward their destination, Shotzi nods before holding down her helmet and speeding down the rampway towards their opponents in the ring!



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And her partner, making her way to the ring, Saaaraaaayaaaa!

MICHAEL COLE: Ooh, I love the way she makes that name sound! Samantha Irvin is something special, isn’t she? Giving a bit of flare to each performer they wouldn’t otherwise have! Saraya is back in the WWE and she’s raring to prove that she’s still got what it takes to be a success here again!

WADE BARRETT: Saraya is a very special talent; she’s been outstanding in every performance, and I don’t see why this would be any different! I’m rethinking the possibilities here, Cole, I’m not sure who I believe has what it takes to get it done tonight!

As they get to the end of the rampway, Shotzi hits the brakes, and the tank lurches forward with both ladies at the sudden stop. Alba and Isla shout over the ropes at them, and Shotzi fires off the missile in front that nails Isla Dawn right in the head! Alba checks on her partner as Saraya and Shotzi slide into the ring, and both ladies choose their dance partner and begin to unload shots on Alba and Isla with furious abandon!

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Saraya grabs Alba by the hair and tosses her through the ropes to the floor as Shotzi nods that she’s got things under control, and Saraya steps through the ropes to the floor to keep Alba out of the way. The bell rings as Shotzi stands over Isla and lifts her leg up before dropping it down on the neck of Isla as she pushes herself off the canvas. The devastating switchblade kick drops her face first back to the canvas. Shotzi riles up the crowd as she pumps her fists and bounces off the ropes, coming back with a senton onto the back of Isla before flipping her over and making the pin, 1…2…Isla kicks out! Shotzi slaps the canvas to rile up the fans even more as she bounces off the ropes, and as she comes back, she hits a slingblade on Isla, who has just gotten back to her feet. Isla immediately gets back up, and Shotzi bounces off the other side of the ring and nails a second SLINGBLADE! She gives a primal shout before tagging in Saraya and grabbing Isla to drag her to their corner. Shotzi and Saraya lift her up, grab her around the neck, lift Isla into the air, hold her there for a moment, and then effortlessly execute the double team vertical suplex!

MICHAEL COLE: Shotzi and Saraya mean business tonight!

WADE BARRETT: No love lost for Isla and Shotzi! These ladies in the Unholy Union haven’t been the friendliest to the Ballsy Badass since her arrival. Tonight, she gets a little bit of revenge for everything they’ve done!

Saraya goes for the cover immediately, 1…but Isla gets the shoulder up quickly to stay alive! Saraya stalks her for a moment before grabbing her by the hair and lifting her back to her feet. Shotzi cheers her partner on as Saraya slaps the taste out of Isla’s mouth before clotheslining her down to the canvas. She grabs Isla by the arm and pulls her back up to her feet before flattening her back down with a second one! Saraya shouts this one’s for Shotzi as she pulls her back up by the arm and nails a third clothesline to Isla! Dawn looks staggered as she tries to get to her feet and turn for her partner, but she doesn’t know just how far away she is. Saraya grabs her and whips her into her team's corner before running in and nailing a high knee as she mounts over top of her and smiles as she shouts, “THIS IS MY HOUSE!" to the crowd who pops for her!

MICHAEL COLE: Saraya hasn’t lost a step, Unholy Union might want to start worrying now!

WADE BARRETT: Poor Isla hasn’t had a chance to even catch a breath! Who are the real villains here?

Shotzi and Saraya make the tag before Saraya begins to unload some hard shots to the top of Isla’s head. Shotzi waits in the middle of the ring as Saraya pushes her knees into Isla’s chest and falls back, monkey flipping her into the air right onto the shoulders of Shotzi. Isla desperately reaches out in a panic but gets popped up, and as she drops down, she is hit with a CUTTER by Shotzi, who holds her down for the pin, 1…2…but Isla manages to get the shoulder up at the last second as the crowd and both Shotzi and Saraya can’t believe it! Shotzi looks like she’s about to get up but gets a dropkick to the back from Alba that knocks her over before she can! Alba shouts at Shotzi as the official tells her to go back to her corner! Isla pulls herself up by the ropes, and her lip curls as she gets to her feet and grabs Shotzi by the hair as she puts a foot on the back of her neck and pulls hard to increase the pressure on the neck! The official begins to count for the illegal hold, 1…2…, Isla shouts that she’s going to break Shotzi’s neck like Saraya had hers broken! 3…4, Isla stomps the back of Shotzi’s face into the canvas and releases the hold!

MICHAEL COLE: That wasn’t very nice!

WADE BARRETT: Gotta do what you can to win, Cole!

Saraya tries to come in to defend her partner, but the official stops her at the ropes as Alba comes back in, and both ladies stomp the hell out of Shotzi on the canvas while the referee is distracted! Alba lifts Shotzi up, and as Isla slaps her hands together to make the sound as if they’ve tagged before unloading with a roundhouse kick to the gut of Shotzi as she crumples to her knees! Alba goes to the top rope as Isla nails a codebreaker on Shotzi and holds her on the knees in the air as Alba flies off with a Swanton bomb, SPINAL TAP! Isla now rushes towards Saraya and knocks her off the apron as Alba makes the pin, 1…2…Shotzi kicks out at the last possible second! Isla can’t believe it as she turns around, and Alba is just as flabbergasted!

MICHAEL COLE: Shotzi kicks out! I can’t believe it!

WADE BARRETT: Nobody can, Cole! What is she made of?!

The official forces Isla out of the ring as Alba thinks for a moment about what her next move is. Shotzi slowly crawls towards her partner as Saraya holds her arm out but gets grabbed by the ankle before she can make the tag. Alba pulls her further away as Shotzi has no choice but to hop on one foot to keep her balance. Shotzi turns to face Alba and hits a STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI to the side of the head on Alba! Alba teeters back into her corner as Shotzi rushes to make the tag to Saray as Isla tags herself in to stop it but is too late! Saraya rushes in and spears Isla down to the canvas as she unloads on Isla with her right-handed shots before grabbing her by the hair and slamming the back of her head down into the canvas several times! Alba, recovered enough, now comes forward to try and help but gets absolutely clocked with a roundhouse kick that staggers her before being pulled under Saraya’s arm and nailed with a CRADLE DDT! Alba rolls out of the ring as she’s taken enough damage to put her out of the match for now!

MICHAEL COLE: The back and forth of this match is insane!

WADE BARRETT: Both teams really want to be the first in the new era to get the Women’s Tag Team Championship, Cole!

Saraya screams as the crowd cheers for her and Shotzi; she grabs Isla by the hair now and pulls her up off the canvas and tosses her across the ring to her team’s corner! Isla tries to stand on her own two feet but gets a chop across the chest as the crowd woos. Saraya lays in with some machine gun chops that back Isla up into the corner as her chest grows redder and redder by the second! Saraya tags Shotzi back in and points to the top rope as Shotzi nods to her in understanding. Saraya wraps her arm around Isla’s neck as she pulls her out of the corner and nails a fisherman suplex to lay her out perfectly on the canvas! Shotzi at the top rope as the crowd goes wild and DIVING SENTON! Saraya claps as Shotzi lands straight on the chest of Isla Dawn, who convulses after the impact!

MICHAEL COLE: Diving senton by Shotzi! This could be it right here, Wade!

WADE BARRETT: Good lord, that had to be painful, Cole!

Shotzi makes the pin, 1…2…Alba pops up at the apron and grabs the leg to pull Shotzi out of the ring and off the cover! Saraya can only watch as her partner is grabbed by the back of the neck and driven face first into the turnbuckle post on the outside! Saraya gets out of the ring as Alba runs for it, and she gives chase! Isla rolls out of the ring to grab Shotzi and rolls her back into the ring before she makes the cover. 1…, Saraya gives up the chase and slides back into the ring! 2…Saraya dives with a double-axe handle to break the pin! The official has had enough of the chaos as he orders Saraya back to her corner, but she’s fighting to get to Shotzi as Alba has slid into the ring behind the official’s back! Shotzi is up to her feet but gets nailed with a superkick from Alba! She stumbles back into Isla, who spins her sound and kicks her in the gut! She spins her over and EYE OF THE HURRICANE! Alba now grabs Shotzi and pulls her up by the arms, but Saraya shoves past the referee and breaks the hold to save her partner from the finish that’s coming! Shotzi crumples to the canvas as Alba grabs Saraya by the arms now and lifts her into the air! Isla jumps up and wraps an arm around Saraya before GORY BOMB FLATLINER!

MICHAEL COLE: Saraya just saved Shotzi there!

WADE BARRETT: She may have kept the team alive, but she’s taken herself out of the equation! I don’t know how smart that was, Cole!

Alba picks up Saraya and tosses her out of the ring and follows suit to keep her out of the equation! Shotzi slowly gets to her feet as she realizes her partner just took a huge bullet for her! But the moment of realization has given Isla Dawn the opportunity, and she scoops Shotzi up from behind and nails an Olympic slam that knocks the wind out of Shotzi! As Shotzi stumbles back to her feet on pure instinct, she covers her face as it looks like Isla is going for the mist, turning away to avoid it. She walks right into Alba in the corner, who leans forward and spits out the RED MIST! But the referee couldn’t see it as Shotzi blocked the view of it perfectly. Isla grabs Shotzi from behind and tags in her partner as she relinquishes the hold, and Alba lifts Shotzi up by the arms. Isla cackles as she jumps up again this time on Shotzi, and Shotzi’s dropped to the mat with the GORY BOMB FLATLINER! Alba covers over the red mist on Shotzi’s face as she pins her to the canvas, 1…2…3!



SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here are your winners and the NEEEWWW WWE Women’s Tag Team Champions, Alba Fyre and Isla Dawn, THE UNHOOOLY UUUNIOOON!

MICHAEL COLE: We’ve got our first WWE Women’s Tag Team Champions of the new era! It didn’t play out how I thought it would; Shotzi and Saraya gave a valiant effort though! I really thought they had it a couple of times there!

WADE BARRETT: Beware the wicked ways of witches and wizards! This Unholy Union has bewitched their way right into possessing the WWE Women’s Tag Team Championships! A prophecy they promised they would fulfill, and they weren’t lying!

MICHAEL COLE: A great performance by both teams; this is the type of action the WWE Universe craves. These teams are both so passionate, and it really showed in the ring here tonight! Hats off to both teams; this one will be hard to beat tonight!

The official hands the WWE Women’s Tag Team Championship to Alba Fyre and Isla Dawn, and they immediately drop to their knees. The sweat glistens off of them as they begin to tear up and hug one another as they hold their newly won championships. Saraya and Shotzi being helped to the back by the officials. ”The Depths” by def rebel plays, and The Unholy Union hold their championships aloft for the first time and then exit the ring to head towards the back themselves.

The crowd cheers as “Turn Up The Radio” by Autograph begins to play through the stadium’s speakers. The camera focuses on the entrance way as Britt Baker emerges from backstage. She walks a little stiffly, but the rib tape is gone. She holds her hands outstretched as she looks out over the crowd with a wide smile.



Britt takes off walking down the long path to the ring, high-fiving fans as she passes by. She pauses at the edge of the ring, motioning to one of the production crew for a microphone.

WADE BARRETT: Oh come on, what’s she doing out here? She’s not even medically cleared!

MICHAEL COLE: It doesn’t sound like the WWE universe minds her coming out for a while!

One is passed to her and she slowly climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes. Her eyes are a little wide as she steps into the middle of the ring scanning the tens of thousands of fans in the seats around her. She takes a moment as the crowd and the music starts to wind down to gather herself.

BRITT BAKER: Inglewood, California, are you guys having a good time tonight?

The fans erupt once again, and Britt’s smile widens.



BRITT BAKER: Well, that’s just fantastic. I can’t tell you how good it is to be out here, even if I’m not on the card. I got to watch my favorite musician - - and fellow Philadelphian - - sing live in front of the biggest, hottest crowd I’ve ever seen, and all of this is part of my job! I love this business, and I love all of you, and I can’t wait to be back wrestling in front of you - -

”Time to Rock and Roll” hits through the speakers, and the crowd boos as Trish Stratus emerges from backstage, her eyes focused on Britt in the center of the ring. After a moment,she continues her walk down the entrance way, ignoring the fans on either side as they call to her.



MICHAEL COLE: Oh my God! Trish Stratus is making her way out to the ring!

WADE BARRETT: And it looks like she’s got something to say! We heard her say earlier we’d know when she found the woman she’d set her sights on, we may have just gotten our answer!

Trish saunters up to the ring and eyes Britt in the center. Trish motions for a microphone from a ringside attendant before climbing the ringside steps. She steps through the ropes and faces off with Britt. The crowd goes quiet as Trish raises the microphone to her lips.

TRISH STRATUS: Just what do you think you’re doing out here?

Britt shakes her head, confused.

BRITT BAKER: …I’m sorry?

TRISH STRATUS: I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that the table messed up your hearing as well. What, exactly, do you think you’re doing out here? Why did you even come to Inglewood?

BRITT BAKER: Why wouldn’t I?

Trish shakes her head, her voice dripping with scorn.

TRISH STRATUS: Because you’re supposed to be injured, remember? As much as I don’t believe it. Quite frankly, I think that’s all just an excuse.

Britt’s eyes narrow at the WWE legend.

TRISH STRATUS: I think you’re a rookie who either paid someone off or got lucky in front of the right people. I think that you barely belong in front of a high school gym wrestling in front of your mom and dad, let alone standing here on one of the greatest stages of them all, before a crowd of tens of thousands. You don’t belong here in the WWE, Britt, and I think we both know that. You’re in over your head and suddenly, “oops!” You’re too injured to wrestle!

The crowd boos, but Trish still wears the same haughty look, her gaze focused directly on Britt.

BRITT BAKER: You know something, Trish? You might be right about one thing.I’m incredibly lucky to be standing here. Just like I’m lucky to have been so close to having been the winner of the women’s Money in the Bank briefcase. I’m lucky to have had a partner that could help me beat MKZ Ultra two weeks ago in my first-ever hardcore match. And in a few weeks, I’ll be back and ready to step in this ring with anyone who wants to meet me here.

Trish scoffs and rolls her eyes.

TRISH STRATUS: Spare me the goodie-goodie speech, kid. You’re in your thirties, I was hoping you’d have something interesting to say, beyond old John Cena “too good and pure for this world” speeches. Let me give you a lesson, Baker; wrestling isn’t a comic book. You’re not going to go anywhere pretending that you’re above the fight. In this business, you either climb to the top, or you get stepped on. And it looks to me like you’ve forgotten your hiking boots.

The two women stand face to face, staring each other down with hard eyes.

BRITT BAKER: That’s Doctor Baker, thank you.

Trish’s mouth quirks for a moment. She doesn’t notice as the crowd erupts around them, her attention focused squarely on Britt.

TRISH STRATUS: Cute. But you never did say what you’re out here for, Doctor.

Trish spits the title out like a swear word, but Britt just smiles lazily, and points behind the Queen of Stratusfaction.

BRITT BAKER: They asked me to welcome her out for another round of applause.

Trish’s brows furrow and she turns around, directly into the face of Sabrina Carpenter! The crowd is going wild as Trish backs up, startled by Sabrina’s sudden appearance. Then, to everyone’s surprise, she starts laughing.

TRISH STRATUS: Oh…oh is that all? I guess it makes sense. A wannabe Superstar to shill for a wannabe singer; it’s a match made in heaven!

Trish goes to push past Sabrina, but the pop superstar stops her like she’s going to say something. Trish leans in to listen, only to eat a hard open-handed slap to the face! Trish stumbles back…into a superkick from Britt! The Queen of Stratusfaction is down! Sabrina looks down, shocked, at the fallen WWE legend. Britt wraps her in a hug, before raising the singer’s hand high as the crowd roars.

MICHAEL COLE: Britt Baker and Sabrina Carpenter just took out Trish Stratus! Britt’s not even cleared to fight!

WADE BARRETT: It’s one thing to stand up for yourself, Cole, but that might have been a mistake. Baker’s not going to be able to get in the ring for a few weeks, and once she remembers where she is, Trish Stratus is going to be on the warpath.

MICHAEL COLE: That’s true, but for a moment the two Philadelphians have made a statement for the women’s locker room!

The cameras cut back to the shot of Triple H and Stephanie McMahon sitting back in their office and observing the show, Batista seated not too far away from them. Obviously, they have a lot of their plates this evening and there's a sort of palpable tension in the office. It's clear that tonight is all business for the two owners of the WWE. The two engage in some idle small talk, when suddenly, there's a very loud knock at the door, which draws both the attention and ire of Hunter.

TRIPLE H: What th - - Come in!

Immediately, "Cool Hand Ang" Angelo Parker enters the room and shuts the door behind him. His typical cool and calm demeanor is out the window, as he has an almost panicked expression on his face.

"COOL HAND ANG" ANGELO PARKER: I'm sorry, but you guys - - he's upset, and I really cannot apologize enough for how he's about to conduct himself. Just, please don't fire us. I'm begging you. I'm really sor - -

The door goes flying open again, and standing in the door way is an intense looking Matt Menard. Menard is wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket with no shirt underneath. He's rapidly chomping on his gum as he slowly walks into Triple H and Stephanie's office. All attention is on him, as Parker has his eyes closed and is praying that Menard doesn't get them both fired. Hunter and Steph are both too shocked by Menard's entrance to even form a response. Nonetheless, Menard begins to address the room in a low but tense tone.

"DADDY MAGIC" MATT MENARD: ... Y'know … when I signed my name on the dotted line a few weeks back … my nipples were harder than diamonds. Ask Ange. I made him feel 'em. They were rock hard, and it was because 2.0 was standing on the precipice of something great. I knew that me and Ange here, we were goin' to shake the very foundation of the tag team division. I knew that we were destined for big things. We came in, and you threw your best at us ... and we came out the other side with a smile on our faces and a victory. We beat the Patriarchy!

Menard suddenly flies off the handle. Uh-oh.

"DADDY MAGIC" MATT MENARD: AND NOW - - FOR SOME GOD FORSAKEN REASON - - THOSE TWO IDIOTS GET TO CHALLENGE FOR THE GOLD, IN FRONT OF A WORLDWIDE AUDIENCE, NO LESS? THE WAY THAT DADDY MAGIC SEES IT, WE BEAT THOSE TWO JERK-OFFS AND TONIGHT, THAT SPOT CHALLENGING PUNK AND STEVIE? WELL, I THINK ANYONE WITH FUNCTIONIN' BRAIN CELLS KNOWS THAT IT BELONGS "DADDY MAGIC" AND "COOL HAND ANG"! SO, HUNTER, WHY DON'T YA MAKE THINGS RIGHT? WHY DON'T YOU GIVE 2.0 WHAT IS SO RIGHTFULLY OURS AND GIVE US A SHOT AT THE TAG TEAM GOLD!

Menard is practically face-to-face with Triple H right now, as Angelo Parker keeps his eyes closed and cringes from his partner's tirade. Stephanie McMahon looks clearly offended but defers to letting Triple H handle this nonsense.

TRIPLE H: Okay, you've got it.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: WHAT?!

"COOL HAND ANG" ANGELO PARKER: YEAH…WHAT?!

Menard smiles a huge grin as both Parker and Stephanie McMahon are incredibly surprised.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: Hunter, what are you doing?

TRIPLE H: Look, I get where he's coming from. I don't agree with the theatrics - - in fact, if you kick in my office door again, I'll suspend you indefinitely and without pay. But I can't argue with his logic. They did defeat Nick Wayne and Killswitch, and it would stand to reason that 2.0 are next in line for a shot at the World Tag Team Championships. So, I'll make it official. Next week on RAW in Los Angeles, 2.0 will face off with whoever walks away with the Tag titles tonight.

Menard is all smiles as he slaps Parker across the chest. Angelo cannot believe what he's hearing.

"COOL HAND ANG" ANGELO PARKER: Well, alright then! This conversation did not go the way I anticipated!

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: That makes two of us.

"COOL HAND ANG" ANGELO PARKER: We appreciate the opportunity, and we won't let you down.

"DADDY MAGIC" MATT MENARD: YEAH, BABY! THAT'S WHAT "DADDY MAGIC" IS TALKIN' ABOUT, TRIPS! MY NIPPLES ARE SO HARD RIGHT NOW, GO 'HEAD AND COP A FEEL!

Menard yanks off his jacket and throws it on the ground, presenting his bare chest towards Triple H, who has finally had enough of Menard's bullshit.

TRIPLE H: Get the hell out of my office ... NOW!

Parker takes the social cue and grabs Daddy Magic by the arm and pulls him out of frame and out of the WWE Co-Owner's office. Stephanie is left a bit perplexed by Triple H's decision.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: Really, Hunter? You're giving those guys a Tag Team title shot?

TRIPLE H: What can I say? They make me laugh.

Triple H chuckles and Stephanie shakes her head as we cut back to the commentary desk.

MICHAEL COLE: That is huge news! Whether it's CM Punk and Stevie Richards or The Patriarchy, whichever team reigns supreme tonight will have to defend the gold against Matt Menard and Angelo Parker next week on RAW!

WADE BARRETT: Cole, answer me honestly, have you ever felt Matt Menard's nipples?

MICHAEL COLE: You know what? Let’s just move on…

MICHAEL COLE: Well that’s exciting news! Whoever wins this match is going to be going head-to-head with 2.0 in eight days!

WADE BARRETT: Angelo Parker and Matt Menard are no slouches either! They put away The Patriarchy, so you can’t blame Menard for being a little hot under the…vest…I guess?

MICHAEL COLE: Speaking of being hot, The Patriarchy have to be rather frustrated with their recent losses! It might be time for them to shake things up a bit and take a different approach!

WADE BARRETT: I’d love to see them prove you wrong here tonight, Cole!

The countdown begins and "Take Over" hits the P/A system of the arena as Killswitch comes to the top of the ramp and leads Nick Wayne out to battle. A grin is on Wayne’s face as Christian slaps him on the back for encouragement before sending them towards the ring. Nick Wayne flips off the crowd as they boo him and Killswitch leads ominously imposing his presence on the scared front row like the mountain of a man that he is poised to strike.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WWE Tag Team Championship! Introducing the challengers, making their way to the ring, representing The Patriarchy, Kiiillswiiitch and Niiick Waaayne!

MICHAEL COLE: It’s finally here, time for The Patriarchy to put all their cards on the table and try to pull off a victory. If they can’t do this tonight, I’m not sure how happy Christian is going to be about his “sons”.

WADE BARRETT: Well, who's to say they don’t walk out of here with the WWE Tag Team Championships? They’ve been out there every week working to get better and better!

As Nick Wayne approaches the ring stairs, Killswitch pulls himself up on the side of the ring with ease and steps over the top rope to enter. Wayne climbs the turnbuckle corner and taunts the fans before jumping down into the ring. “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour plays over the P/A system as The Best Tag Team in the World make their way to the top of the stage and CM Punk gets down on one knee as Richards runs wild around him with his WWE Tag Team Championship.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And their opponents, they are the WWE Tag Team Champions, CM Punk and Stevie Richards The Best Tag Team in the Worrrld!

MICHAEL COLE: CM Punk and Stevie Richards looking to continue their dominant reign as WWE Tag Team Champions! I gotta say, they look prepared to make sure they walk out of here tonight with those championships!

WADE BARRETT: Even against a guy like Killswitch? He’s taken down two men at a time in tag team competition! Do you really think Richards or Punk have an answer for that kind of power?

The two bump fists for a moment before making their way down to the ring as Punk shakes his head at Richards' excitement. As they jog down, they adjust the WWE Tag Team Championship over their shoulders and pause for a moment at the bottom of the ramp to size up their opponents. Killswitch gives them a death stare from the ring as Nick Wayne lays across the top rope in his team's corner and waits patiently. Punk and Richards make their way up the ring stairs and Punk opens the ropes for Richards to enter. Both men discuss strategy for a moment for who to start as the official takes their WWE Tag Team Championship belts and raises them for the crowd before handing them off to ringside attendants.

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The bell ringing doesn’t stop Nick Wayne from acting cocky as he lays across the corner turnbuckle and waves at Richards from across the ring to bring it. Richards shakes his head and goes after Wayne who hops down from the turnbuckle only long enough to tag in his partner Killswitch which makes Richards stop in his tracks. Wayne shakes his finger at Richards saying he’s not worthy of facing him and the crowd is giving heat for the cowardly move that just unfolded in front of them. Killswitch charges in at Richards who counters smoothly with a ROLL UP that pins Killswitch to the canvas, 1…2…Killswitch powers out!

MICHAEL COLE: That was close!

WADE BARRETT: Wayne looks worried out there!

As Killswitch gets back to his feet, Richards is focused on business and runs into him with a shoulder block but bounces back off of him! He steps back and quickly nails a kick to the gut before getting him a double underhook and drops Killswitch with a DDT, more famously known as the STEVIE-T before rolling him over for the pin again, 1…and Killswitch kicks out! Richards looks to the corner and makes the tag to Punk, bringing him into the match. Punk goes right on the attack as Richards grabs Killswitch and whips him off the ropes and into a dropkick from Punk! Punk makes the cover this time, 1…Killswitch kicks out again! Punk stays on the attack and lays into Killswitch with some stiff kicks but Wayne mouths off at Punk from the ring apron.

MICHAEL COLE: Killswitch is taking all the punishment so far in this one!

WADE BARRETT: Keeping his partner fresh to sweep things up when the time comes! Come on, Killswitch! Flatten these losers!

The words from Wayne are clearly getting to Punk who swings at Wayne who jumps off the apron. Killswitch quickly pounces on the opportunity and flattens Punk into the turnbuckle corner with a splash! As Punk comes out of the corner Killswitch scoops him up and drops him back down with a slam! Killswitch makes the cover this time, 1…2…Punk kicks out! Nearly a quick victory there in the opening minutes, Punk looks furious that he nearly cost his team the tag team titles and swings for Killswitch, but Killswitch ducks the attempt and BIG BOOT to Punk putting him back into The Patriarchy’s corner! Wayne climbs back onto the apron and takes the tag to put him back in the match!

MICHAEL COLE: Oh, now he wants to get into the match!

WADE BARRETT: Of course, it’s the perfect time for a switch! The Patriarchy isn’t stupid!

Wayne goes to work on Punk in the corner with chops and kicks, before slapping him across the face and it echoes in the arena from how hard it was! Wayne pulls Punk out of the corner and wraps an arm around his neck as he holds him in the inverted position before lifting him up and dropping him down with a DDT! He quickly goes for the cover as the official slides in place, 1…2…Punk kicks out just in time! Punk gets to his feet as Wayne launches himself up and onto Punk’s back and flips him over for a CODE RED, holding the pinning position as they land with Punk’s legs in the air, 1…2…Punk kicks out again! Wayne lifts Punk back up and whips him into his team's corner and makes the tag to Killswitch who comes back in. Killswitch gorilla presses Punk into the air before dropping him down onto the knees of Wayne who is laying down with his knees up to provide an impact zone for Punk to hit!

MICHAEL COLE: Ouch! That one had to hurt!

WADE BARRETT: Smart tag team maneuver! Keep it going Patriarchy! Make Papa proud!

Both men reach down to pick Punk up off the canvas and Wayne gets a punch to the gut that sends him back clutching his stomach! Punk is up on his own feet, and he delivers a spin kick to the gut of Killswitch now! Punk goes off the ropes and as he comes back grabs the back of Wayne’s neck and drops him face first into the canvas with a bulldog! Punk now rallying as he whips up the crowd into a frenzy and motions for the Go to Sleep! Killswitch turns to face him and just as Punk gets him up onto his shoulders the crowd is going crazy! Wayne takes advantage of the loss of focus by Punk on him, CHOP BLOCK takes down Punk at the knee before Wayne is being forced out of the ring!

MICHAEL COLE: What a snake! Nick Wayne is vile!

WADE BARRETT: Don’t let Christian hear you say that, he’ll give you a stern speaking to!

Killswitch backs Punk into the corner and gets the tag and brings Wayne back into the ring as they look to double-team Punk again, but he escapes from them and jumps to make the quick tag to Richards and bring him back into the match! Wayne and Killswitch charge at Richards who wipes them both out with a leaping dual clothesline! Killswitch is back to his feet first, but Richards nails him with a STEVIE KICK that sends him stumbling into the ropes and over them to the ring floor! Wayne turns into Richards who in a feat of strength gorilla presses him over his head and tosses him over the ropes onto Killswitch outside of the ring! As all this is going on a security guard takes off his cap and tosses it to the side as grabs one of the WWE Tag Team Championship belts and gets onto the apron of the ring!

MICHAEL COLE: Wait a second!

WADE BARRETT: That’s Christian! He’s got ill intentions for The Best Tag Team in the World in mind!

Richards looks to run off the ropes but gets decked with the WWE Tag Team Championship as the camera reveals who it was, Christian! He jumps off the apron quickly and rolls under the ring apron to hide! Wayne now slides back into the ring and is on the attack as he pounds his fists into Richards’s head! Wayne yells at him as he drags him up into a full nelson and pulls him over his head with a DRAGON SUPLEX and holds the bridge as the official makes the count, 1…2…Richards kicks out at the last second! Wayne can’t believe it, Killswitch is raging in the corner, and Punk is dragging Christian out from under the ring! Punk has Christian up on his shoulders on the outside and Killswitch notices it!

MICHAEL COLE: Looks like Punk was paying more attention than the official was! He’s going to get some justice for his team right now!

WADE BARRETT: Poke him in the eye, Christian! Don’t let this happen!

Killswitch hops down from the apron and makes his way towards Punk and Christian. Wayne is lifting Richard off the canvas. Killswitch points at Punk and yells something about dropping Christian now! Punk simply shouts “Gladly!” before tossing Christian over his head and nailing him with a GO TO SLEEP! Wayne spots what’s happening and that gives Richards enough time to catch him around the back of the neck and nail a jawbreaker! Wayne stumbles back and tries to recover but gets hit with a STEVIE KICK! He teeters on his heels as Richards watches for a moment before he lifts a finger up to the crowd and shouts, “ONE MORE TIME!” and STEVIE KICK! The crowd pops huge for the move as Killswitch isn’t sure what to do on the outside. He goes to chase Punk but he’s too fast so he gets up on the apron and STEVIE KICK! As he falls from the apron Punk runs over and gets him on his shoulders signaling for the fans before the GO TO SLEEP! Punk shouts for Stevie to make the cover, he drops onto Wayne and lifts the leg! The official drops down and makes the count, 1…2…3!



SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here are your winners, and STIIILL the WWE Tag Team Champions, Stevie Richards and CM Punk, THE BEST TAG TEAM IN THE WORRRLD!

MICHAEL COLE: What a match! What a night so far! Our reigning and defending WWE Tag Team Champions are still The Best Tag Team in the World!

WADE BARRETT: It looked like The Patriarchy were only a moment away from victory! I’m disappointed, Cole!

MICHAEL COLE: Don’t worry, Wade, there’s always next time!

The three members of The Patriarchy are laid out as The Best Tag Team In The World receive their WWE Tag Team Championships. Both men smile as they share a hug before lifting them up in the air to the approval of the crowd. They both slap each other on the back for a job well done before they make their way out of the ring with Richards holding the ropes open for CM Punk. As they make their way to the back, Killswitch and Wayne are checking on their Patriarch who is still knocked out, assisting him to his feet as they make their way backstage to lick their wounds and fight another day.

The cameras go to the backstage area where we see Byron Saxton standing by with a microphone in hand.

BYRON SAXTON: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve had an incredible night so far and it’s not even close to being over. My next guest at this time is the woman challenging Serena Deeb for the WWE Women’s Championship, Chelsea Green.

The crowd in SoFi Stadium boos as Chelsea Green steps into the frame, a confident smirk on her face.

BYRON SAXTON: Chelsea, you’re just moments away from challenging Serena Deeb for the Women’s Championship, how are you feeling right now?

Chelsea rolls her eyes.

CHELSEA GREEN: God, Brian, why do you and Cathay always like to ask us how we’re feeling? Honestly, it’s like being followed around by a couple of therapists! But, since you asked, I’m feeling like I’m just moments away from becoming the Women’s Champion of the WWE Universe’s dreams. Let’s face it, everybody knows that I’ll be a far better representation of the women’s division than Serena Deeb could ever hope to be.

BYRON SAXTON: Well you are the only one who can say they have a pinfall victory over her, so you certainly have some momentum in your favor. However, Serena has stated several times that you only got the pin because of help from outside sources.

CHELSEA GREEN: Yes, and I’ve addressed all of that before. Serena can make all the excuses she wants, but the time for talking is officially over. I’m going to go out there and show her and everyone else that I can do this all by myself. I will pin Serena Deeb once again and I will walk out of SoFi Stadium as the new WWE Women’s Champion.

BYRON SAXTON: And what about Ms. Money in the Bank, Dakota Kai?

Chelsea wrinkles her nose.

CHELSEA GREEN: What about her?

BYRON SAXTON: Well, I think it goes without saying that she could be waiting in the wings waiting to cash in tonight. If you win the title, are you prepared for the possibility of having to deal with that?

CHELSEA GREEN: Of course I am! If Dakota Kai wants to try to cash in her little briefcase, I’ll hit her upside the head with it and then I’ll pin her, too. I don’t care if it’s Serena, I don’t care if it’s Dakota, I don’t care if The Young Bucks decide to try and get involved in women’s business, I’m not worried or intimidated by anyone, and I’m not letting anyone stop me from walking out of here with the Women’s Championship tonight. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get going. I have a title to win.

With the confident smirk returning to her face, Chelsea flips her hair and flounces away, leaving Byron once again standing alone as the cameras go back to ringside.

MICHAEL COLE: Chelsea Green certainly isn’t short on confidence here tonight, Wade!

WADE BARRETT: Why would she be? She’s the only woman to pin Serena Deeb since The Assassin has joined the company, she has every right to be confident! I’m predicting now that we’ll be seeing a new Women’s Champion crowned here tonight, Cole!

MICHAEL COLE: We very well may, and we’ll find out very shortly here! But first, ladies and gentlemen, earlier today we received yet another video from Bo Dallas, and it looks like we’re all getting ready to play it for you now!


WADE BARRETT: What’s with these videos, Cole? Why isn’t Bo Dallas just showing up to say what he has to say?

MICHAEL COLE: Your guess is as good as mine, Wade, but here we go, let’s see what Bo has for us this week!

The bottle of pills stares at him from the coffee table, almost mocking him for the moment. He hasn't touched them in over a week and he knows deep down Uncle Howdy hates it. But they aren't worth it, not worth annoying Uncle Howdy. The way they turn his mind to fuzz and make his world far too quiet, so the voices fade and Uncle Howdy weakens. He's tired of the silence, tired of the torture it brings with it, dragging him into the depths of memories he doesn't want to acknowledge, doesn't want to give life to. Keeping those at bay means letting the maelstrom of voices take over for just a little while. Sometimes, the voices in his head are the only friends he has within his life.

But it leaves him quiet, leaves him focusing on spots on the wall that seem to move with wind, twisting into familiar faces that feed him a purpose. He hasn't figured it out yet, hasn't deciphered the riddles he speaks in, but he's getting closer, and he knows it. If only life could understand. He needs Uncle Howdy to understand. But how do you make someone understand what they can't see, what they can't hear, what they can't feel? As he knows, the monster, the fiend, the person who means most to him, has never left him and is still there, in some way.

He knows it scares Uncle Howdy. Uncle Howdy doesn't have to say it, he can hear it in the tremble in Uncle Howdy ‘s voice. He knows Uncle Howdy won't dare voice the fears, afraid to push him further away. But he's not sure how long Uncle Howdy will put up with him before he makes demands. Not that Bo can blame him. Uncle Howdy deserves better than what he can offer right now, but he's too selfish to let Uncle Howdy go.

Uncle Howdy is the only real thing he has left within the world.

Brown eyes drag from the pill bottle towards the creature standing in the mirror of the room. A slow blink, and the world slows down around him as he tries to formulate a response that might be somewhat acceptable. He doesn't want to lose Uncle Howdy, but he can't give up on unraveling the mystery painted in his mind of what The Fiend wants him to do, in why he was here, and he was not, in what the great work is.

BO DALLAS: I know what I have to do, but I don’t know if I am strong enough to do it.

Uncle Howdy or The Fiend, he was not sure, what the right choice was, as he reaches forward, and looks down, taking the pills and holding them in his hand, as he squeezes them for a moment, before he crushes them within the palm of his hand, fingers crushing within as he shatters them, all the while, Uncle Howdy is nodding to him. The Fiend was gone, he has been gone for so long, nothing more than a whisper. But Uncle Howdy is here, Uncle Howdy is right here, Uncle Howdy is real and Uncle Howdy wants the whole world in his hands, as Bo breathes out and nods.

He has work to do, he has a legacy to live up to, he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. And he knows he can not be a replacement for The Fiend. He will be something so much better, and Uncle Howdy will guide him there. With that, the video fades out and we go back to ringside.

MICHAEL COLE: Another…interesting video from Bo Dallas.

WADE BARRETT: I want to know why he keeps sending these videos in? Why can’t he just show up to RAW and say what he has to say?

MICHAEL COLE: Your guess is as good as mine, partner! But we can’t dwell on that right now because it’s time for our next match, we’re about to see Chelsea Green go up against Serena Deeb for the WWE Women’s Championship! And this one has the potential to be the biggest match of the women’s division since the new era began!

Shh! It's Chelsea!

“Hot Mess” by def rebel begins to play on the speakers and the crowd erupts into loud boos as Chelsea Green struts out to the top of the ramp. Looking out at the crowd with a big smirk, Chelsea strikes her signature “Shh” pose before making her way down the ramp.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WWE Women’s Championship! Introducing the challenger, making her way to the ring, The Hot Mess, Chelseeea Greeeeeen!

MICHAEL COLE: Chelsea Green is the only one to have a pinfall victory over Serena Deeb since Deeb has joined the company and tonight she looks to make lightning strike twice and capture the Women’s Championship in the process!

WADE BARRETT: I think she’s going to do it, too, Cole! I just have a feeling!

As Chelsea gets to the bottom of the ramp, she walks around the side of the ring and hops up onto the apron, striking another pose as she yells at the fans in the front row. Stepping into the ring, Chelsea takes off her tutu and her bedazzled hat, handing them off to the ringside attendant through the ropes before turning her attention to the entrance area. As her music fades out, “Switchblade” by NJPW begins to play and the crowd begins to go crazy with cheers as Serena Deeb steps out to the top of the ramp. Wearing the Women’s Championship proudly around her waist, Serena has a big smile on her face as she waves a “Deeb’s Dojo” flag in the air and then puts it on her shoulder as she begins to make her way down the ramp.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And her opponent, making her way to the ring, she is the WWE Women’s Champion, The Assassin, Sereeenaaa Deeeeeeb!

MICHAEL COLE: Today marks day 147 that Serena Deeb is our Women’s Champion and to me she shows no signs of slowing down!

WADE BARRETT: There’s no doubt she’s been a dominant champion, Cole, but Chelsea Green seems to have her number!

Getting to the bottom of the ramp, Serena hands the flag off to a ringside attendant and takes off her robe, handing that off as well. Going over to the steel steps, Serena walks up to the apron and enters the ring, taking the Women’s Championship off of her waist and raising it into the air with a proud smile as the crowd continues to cheer her on. She hands the belt off to the referee who raises it in the air to indicate the title is on the line when suddenly “Kombat (remix)” by def rebel begins to play and the crowd erupts into an excited mix of cheers and boos as Daota Kai comes out to the top of the ramp, Money in the Bank briefcase in hand as she makes her way towards the ring!



MICHAEL COLE: Oh my God, what is Dakota Kai doing out here? Is she cashing in?!

WADE BARRETT: Oh things just got very interesting that’s for sure!

Dakota gets to the bottom of the ramp and gives a playful wave to both Serena and Chelsea as she walks around the side of the ring, holding her briefcase up in the air. Walking over to the timekeeper’s area, she talks to the timekeeper for a moment and is then handed a folding chair, which she brings over next to the commentary table and opens it, placing it on the ground and taking a seat as her music fades out. She looks into the ring with an amused smile, and Serena Deeb walks over to the ropes, staring down at Dakota with narrowed eyes.

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The bell rings and as Serena is still looking at Dakota Kai, Chelsea Green runs up behind the Women’s Champion and quickly rolls her up! 1…2…kick out by Serena Deeb! Both women are quick to their feet and Chelsea looks at Serena with a devious smirk, clearly proud of her underhanded tactics. Serena exhales and shakes it off and goes in to lock up with Chelsea, but the challenger sidesteps the champion and then slaps her upside the head! The crowd lets out a collective “oooh!” at the show of disrespect and Serena stops in her tracks and slowly turns her head to look at Chelsea who is standing there laughing. Serena smirks in return and charges at Chelsea, who immediately runs to the ropes and scrambles out of the ring! Serena is hot on her heels, however, and exits the ring herself and begins chasing Chelsea around the ring!

MICHAEL COLE: Chelsea’s trying to run away from Serena after disrespectfully slapping her upside the head!

WADE BARRETT: She’s not “running away”, Cole she’s trying to tire Serena out by chasing her! Smart move, if you ask me.

MICHAEL COLE: Won’t that just tire Chelsea out too?

WADE BARRETT: Of course not! Chelsea is in peak physical condition!

After running two laps around the ring, Chelsea slides under the bottom rope to get back into the ring and quickly gets to her feet. Serena is in hot pursuit of The Hot Mess and slides under the bottom rope as well, but she’s met with a stomp to the back that sends her down to the mat as she attempts to get up! The crowd boos as Chelsea delivers another stomp to Serena, and then another! Using her foot to roll Serena over onto her back, Chelsea goes for the pin again, 1…kick out by Serena! Chelsea looks absolutely appalled that she wasn’t even able to get a two count from that, and she looks at the referee with narrowed eyes as she gets to her feet. Walking over to the corner, Chelsea turns around and watches as Serena starts to get to her feet. Once Serena is fully standing, Chelsea comes charging in, looking to nail a bicycle kick but the Women’s Champion ducks the attempt, causing Green to lose her balance and stumble. Serena uses this opportunity to roll Chelsea up with a schoolgirl pin, 1…2…kick out by Chelsea!

MICHAEL COLE: I thought Serena had it there!

WADE BARRETT: Are you serious, Cole? It’s gonna take a lot more than that to keep an athlete like Chelsea Green down!

Chelsea stumbles to her feet and she leans against the ropes, putting her hands up in a “time out” gesture but the referee just looks at her with a furrowed brow and shakes his head. Serena isn’t in the mood for any kind of “time out” either as she comes charging towards Chelsea looking to strike! However, Chelsea thinks quickly, ducking out of the way and pulling the top rope down, sending Serena flying out of the ring and onto the floor! Chelsea stands up straight and laughs as she looks at Serena down on the arena floor and taps the side of her head to indicate how smart she was to pull the rope down. Out on the floor, Serena writhes in pain for a moment from the rough landing and then starts to get on her hands and knees to get to her feet. While she does this, Dakota Kai gets up from the chair she’s sitting in and goes over to where Serena is at. As the Women’s Champion fully gets to her feet, she jumps slightly as she realizes she’s now face to face with Ms. Money in the Bank. Serena sets her jaw and stands tall, telling Dakota she isn’t scared of her and to bring her best shot. Dakota smirks and makes the title motion around her waist as Serena grits her teeth in frustration. Suddenly, Serena lets out a yelp as Chelsea Green is now reaching through the ropes and is grabbing her by the hair!

MICHAEL COLE: I can’t believe this! Serena was distracted by Dakota Kai and Chelsea took full advantage of that!

WADE BARRETT: It’s a smart move, Cole! When the gold is on the line, you have to do whatever it takes to win!

Chelsea roughly pulls Serena up onto the apron as Dakota laughs and walks back over to the chair she was in before and sits back down to watch the match. As Chelsea pulls Serena up to her feet, Serena suddenly grabs Chelsea by the head and jumps back down to the floor, causing Chelsea’s throat to slingshot off the top rope and she falls back on the mat! Serena looks over her shoulder to glare at Dakota Kai who just smirks again and gives her a mocking wave, and then turns back to the ring and quickly slides under the bottom rope to get back into the ring and she scrambles over to Chelsea and goes for the cover, 1…2…Chelsea kicks out! Serena gets to her feet and bends down to pick up Chelsea, but Chelsea gets her caught off guard with a small package pin! 1…2…kick out by The Assassin! Both women are back on their feet and Chelsea goes for a clothesline but Serena ducks the attempt and spins around, grabs Chelsea around the waist, lifts her in the air and spins her around, bringing her down hard to the mat with a Blue Thunder Bomb! Once again, Serena goes for the cover, 1…2…THRENOOO! Chelsea Green gets the shoulder up just in time!

MICHAEL COLE: Are you kidding me?! How is Chelsea Green still in this?!

WADE BARRETT: I’m telling you, Cole, tonight is her night!

Serena is in complete disbelief that Chelsea kicked out of that, and she looks at the referee and asks if it was for sure a two count. The referee reiterates that it was indeed a two, and Serena just weakly nods her head as she gets to her feet. As she fully stands, Dakota suddenly gets up from her chair again and goes up to the ring, jumping up onto the apron! Furrowing her brow, Serena goes up to her and asks her what the hell she’s doing, and Dakota just smirks and shrugs her shoulders. Not amused, Serena puts her hands on her hips and again asks her what she’s doing and tells her if she’s planning to cash in then just woman up and do it already. With her smirk turning into a full blown smile, Dakota hops back down to the floor, walking back to the chair again and sitting down, resting her elbow on her leg and then placing her chin on top of her hand as she continues to look at Serena with an amused expression. Clearly confused, Serena turns back around when WHAM! She’s nailed in the head by a stiff kick from Chelsea Green who got back to her feet during Serena’s encounter with Dakota! Serena falls to the mat like a ton of bricks and Chelsea quickly goes for the cover. 1…2…THREENOOOO!! Serena barely gets her shoulder up!

MICHAEL COLE: I really thought we were about to see a new champion!

WADE BARRETT: You and me both, Cole! I’m still convinced that we will!

Chelsea screams in frustration as she looks at the referee and slaps her hands together three times, telling him that he needs to count faster. The referee tells her it was two and that’s final, and she waves him off dismissively as she gets to her feet. Bending down, Chelsea grabs Serena by the hair and pulls her back up to her feet and turns her so that Deeb’s back is to her. Chelsea then grabs Serena’s arms and hooks them, turning around as she looks to hit the Women’s Champion with I’m Prettier, but Serena uses her strength to push Chelsea off of her and towards the ropes! When Chelsea comes back, Serena kicks her in the midsection, causing her to double over and then Serena quickly grabs Chelsea’s head and throws it between her legs, and then hooks each arm and lifts her up and drives her back down to the mat with the Deebtox! With Chelsea dazed, Serena hurries and makes the cover, 1…2…3!! Serena Deeb wins!



SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here is your winner, and STIIILL the WWE Women’s Champion, The Assassin, SEREEENAAA DEEEEEEB!

MICHAEL COLE: Serena Deeb has done it again! She’s still the Women’s Champion!

WADE BARRETT: I’m in absolute shock right now, Cole. I really thought Chelsea had it!

”Switchblade” by NJPW hits the speakers again and the crowd is on their feet going wild with cheers as Serena Deeb gets to her feet. As the referee brings her the Women’s Championship, he raises her hand in the air and she raises the title in the air triumphantly as the crowd continues to cheer her on. Outside the ring, Dakota Kai stands up, walking towards the ring with her briefcase in hand! Serena stops celebrating and looks over at Dakota who looks like she’s about to climb up on the apron but she stops, and a smirk crosses her face once again as she steps away and walks around the side of the ring to the bottom of the ramp. Raising her briefcase in the air, Dakota blows Serena a kiss before winking at her and turning and walking up the ramp to the back. Serena watches her wearily as she goes, and once she disappears, she looks out at the crowd again and smiles as she raises the Women’s Championship in the air once more. After a moment she goes to the ropes, exiting the ring and hopping down to the floor. Making her way up the ramp, she slaps some of the outstretched hands of the fans in the front row and as she reaches the top of the ramp, she turns around and raises the title in the air one final time before turning and heading to the back. Meanwhile, Chelsea is helped to her feet by the referee, as she holds back sobs as she realizes she’s lost. With a dramatic flourish, she pushes the referee away from her and runs to the ropes, exiting the ring and running up the ramp, yelling at the fans to shut up as she disappears into the back.

MICHAEL COLE: Folks, once again we would like to thank you for joining us here tonight for SummerSlam! We’ve got things underway tonight already, but I’m being told that up next - -

The stadium plunges into darkness, creating an electric atmosphere. A low, ominous rumble reverberates through SoFi Stadium, accompanied by flickering lights that add to the suspense. The crowd is buzzing, their excitement palpable as they sense something big is about to happen.

MICHAEL COLE: Wade, what the hell is going on?

WADE BARRETT: How should I know?! I’m out here with you!

A series of staccato drum beats begins to pulse through the speakers, gradually growing louder. The crowd’s anticipation builds with each beat, and the lights pulse in sync with the rhythm. A blue and purple light show begins to weave intricate patterns across the stadium. As the drum beats reach their peak, the light show ceases - - back into the abyss we go. Then, with a burst of vibrant color and light, the opening notes of Sasha Banks’ theme song, "Sky’s the Limit," blast through the speakers. The crowd erupts into cheers as the familiar, energetic beat fills the arena.

MICHAEL COLE: Wait a minute, wait a minute! I know that song! No way, this isn’t possible!

WADE BARRETT: As one of your old partners would say, business is about to pick up!

But the woman who walks through the curtain… is NOT Sasha Banks. Mercedes Moné steps out, immediately drawing attention. She’s wearing a striking, club-inspired outfit: a form-fitting black jumpsuit with bold cutouts and sparkling metallic accents. Her look is completed with a cropped leather jacket and high-heeled stilettos, all designed to dazzle under the stadium lights. Mercedes does her signature “Get Out the Way” taunt where she throws her hands out to the side. She follows it up with a little shimmy to the music, feeling the energy of the moment. Accompanying her is Stokely Hathaway, dressed in a sharp, dark suit that complements Mercedes’ high-energy vibe. His presence adds an additional layer of intrigue.

MICHAEL COLE: This is insanity! This is what SummerSlam is all about! And not only do we have the return of one of the most influential women in wrestling history, she’s followed by none other than Stokely Hathaway!

WADE BARRETT: A professional leech, that Stokely. He goes where the money goes.

Mercedes and Stokely make their way down the ramp, soaking in their enthusiastic reactions. Mercedes moves with a confident swagger, her jumpsuit sparkling with every step, while Stokely maintains a poised demeanor beside her. Upon reaching the ring, Mercedes climbs onto the apron with a smooth, graceful motion. Stokely doesn’t follow, instead opting for the steps. Mercedes steps into the ring and strikes her pose once more, showcasing her glamorous attire to the crowd. She twirls slightly, allowing the jumpsuit’s sequins and cutouts to shimmer under the bright stadium lights. Stokely stands beside her, letting her have this moment. The music gradually fades, and the lights return to their usual brightness. Mercedes Moné and Stokely Hathaway stand together in the center of the ring, radiating charisma and excitement. The crowd’s cheers continue to echo through the stadium and eventually turn into “WELCOME BACK!” chants. Mercedes looks confused. Her tone gives off a mixture of sarcasm and confusion - - but 100% asshole.



MERCEDES MONÉ: I…don’t know what you guys are talking about, but thanks, I guess!

The crowd seems thrown off by that, their chants beginning to die down a bit and even devolve into boos. This doesn’t bother Mercedes though.

MICHAEL COLE: What is she talking about?

WADE BARRETT: Quiet down.

MERCEDES MONÉ: You see, I know who you THINK I am - - but that little girl? Is gone. She’s gone because she was given the world. Given her name. She was handed everything on a silver platter. Not me. Not Mercedes Moné.

The fans are now 100% booing her. There's nobody on the fence like there was when she was playing dumb. Stokely can be heard yelling at fans unintelligibly in the background as Mercedes takes some time to continue talking.

MERCEDES MONÉ: And that’s not just my new name, no, no - - that’s a declaration. A statement. I didn’t inherit this from anybody, I used my two hands to build this from the ground up. I’m not here to be what anybody wants me to be. I’m here to show you what I am. I am Mercedes Moné, the embodiment of greatness, the architect of my destiny. Every move I make, every decision, is calculated and executed to perfection. I am not just playing the game like everyone else - - I’m rewriting the rules. So, don’t get it twisted, what you see now? Is the evolution of a vision. This is my world, and I am the one who sets the standard. This is my vision, my design, my… blueprint.

She looks at Stokely with a smirk, who responds with two thumbs up. Mercedes then turns her attention back to the crowd and matter at hand.

MERCEDES MONÉ: This is a new era, and it’s an era built by me, for me. Everything I do from this point forward is about proving that Mercedes Moné isn’t just a name—it’s a movement. But... you didn’t think I was going to do it alone, did you? See, a vision like this, it takes more than just one person to execute. It takes someone with the brains, the wit, the... let’s say, unique talent to turn this vision into a reality. And that’s why I didn’t just team up with anyone. I teamed up with the mastermind, the man who sees the game five steps ahead just like I do. So, without further ado, allow me to introduce you to the man who helped bring my vision to life… Stokely Hathaway!

The excitement in Mercedes’ voice is on opposite ends of the spectrum with how the crowd feels. The fans here at SummerSlam do not give a damn about Big Stoke and are letting him know it. Stokely takes the microphone from Mercedes and immediately gets into it.

STOKELY HATHAWAY: Now, I know what y’all are thinking - -“Stokely, what kind of magic trick you got up your sleeve this time?” Well, let me tell you, this ain’t no magic trick. This is pure, unfiltered genius! This is the kind of brilliance that makes Einstein look like a guy who forgot to carry the one!

That gets a slight pop from the crowd who go right back to hating his guts, but that doesn’t deter Hathaway.

STOKELY HATHAWAY: I’ve been called a lot of things in this business - - disloyal, selfish, bald - - very flattering things. But what Mercedes and I have allowed each other to do? Might change that tune. Because regardless of what you think about me, what we’ve accomplished is so much bigger than me.

MICHAEL COLE: Yeah, what isn’t?

STOKELY HATHAWAY: I’m not just introducing you to a group of wrestlers tonight. I’m introducing you to the people who are gonna flip the script and make everyone else in this business realize they’ve been living in a fantasyland. This is about legacy. This is about creating something so powerful, so undeniable, that when people look back on this era of wrestling? They’ll say, ‘That’s when everything changed.’ Because this isn’t just an idea or a group - it’s a mission. It’s a promise. And it’s a warning to every single person who thinks they’ve got what it takes to stand in our way. So please, welcome the most dangerous, most talented group this industry has ever seen. Together, they are the future, they are the standard, they are... THE BLUEPRINT!

The crowd buzzes with a mix of anticipation and disdain, sensing something big is about to happen. As Stokely Hathaway finishes his grand introduction, the lights dim, and the unmistakable beat of Kanye West’s “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” blasts through the stadium speakers. A wave of boos washes over the stadium, but the disdain from the audience only fuels the fire of what’s about to emerge. The entrance screen flares to life with the words “THE BLUEPRINT” in bold, defiant lettering.

WADE BARRETT: Are you ready to witness history, Michael?!

With all eyes on the ramp way, as the Kanye classic continues, out walks three figures - - RICKY STARKS, DANIEL GARCIA, AND MEGAN BAYNE! Ricky Starks leads the way, draped in street attire that screams “night out on the town” - - a sleek, designer button up, a pair of tailored trousers, and leather shoes polished to perfection. His sunglasses glint under the lights, his smile dripping with the kind of arrogance that only comes from knowing you’re the best-dressed and most important person in the room. Behind him? Daniel Garcia, who is on the other end of the spectrum entirely. He wears a black hoodie with the hood pulled up, the shadow casting a sinister look over his sharp features. His expression - - what we see of it - - is cold and calculating. He exudes a quiet but unmistakable aura of danger. Daniel’s movements are deliberate, almost like a predator surveying his territory, completely unfazed by the boos that this SummerSlam crowd is giving him. Bringing up the rear is Megan Bayne, a towering figure in her Greek-inspired ring gear. She’s an imposing sight, her golden laurel wreath gleaming under the lights, her eyes locked forward with a focus that’s as chilling as it is intimidating. Megan doesn’t need to do anything special - - her mere presence is enough to send a message as she almost stands at the same height as the men she’s out here with. As is tradition, Ricky stands front and center at the top of the stage and strikes his signature “Absolute” pose as the spotlight shines down on three-fifths of The Blueprint. Mercedes and Stokely can be heard and seen clapping as cameras cut back and forth between the ring and the ramp.

As they reach the ring, the trio pauses at the foot of the ramp, taking a moment to soak in the crowd’s reaction - - a wall of boos and jeers that only seems to strengthen their resolve. Ricky ascends the steps first, turning on the apron to strike his pose once more, basking in the disdain pouring from the crowd. Daniel follows, sliding into the ring with a fluid motion, his face a mask of icy indifference. Megan steps through the ropes with ease, her imposing frame dominating the space as she takes her position behind her teammates. Inside the ring, the five of them stand together, united in their arrogance and purpose. The crowd’s reaction is electric - - an overwhelming mix of boos and awe - - as the formation of The Blueprint is complete. With everyone in one place, Stokely turns his attention back to the fans for one final decree.

STOKELY HATHAWAY: Look at this! This is the map you follow when you want to build a dynasty! This is the grand design, the foundation of Pro Wrestling as you know it!

”Can’t Tell Me Nothing” continues to play over the PA system as The Blueprint is hit with nothing but hate from the WWE fans. Mercedes and Ricky both hit their signature poses while Garcia throws both of his arms out in front of him like he’s squaring up to fight. Bayne stands like a statue, and Stokely is arguing with some front row crowd members. We spend some time looking at what is sure to be one of the WWE’s most dominant stables before the cameras cut back to our announce team.

MICHAEL COLE: I can’t believe it!

WADE BARRETT: You better believe it, Cole! Mercedes Moné has made her way to the WWE, and she is not alone! What an absolute - - pardon the pun - - batch of talent her and Stokely Hathaway have assembled!

MICHAEL COLE: Ricky Starks, Daniel Garcia, and rising star Megan Bayne! Not to mention the "debut" of Mercedes Moné, if you can call it that.

WADE BARRETT: Now, now, if there’s one thing you need to do, it’s respect that name. Mercedes Moné is a world-traveled talent, Michael. She’s a once in a lifetime talent and you should be grateful that she’s decided to make her mark here at SummerSlam with The Blueprint!

MICHAEL COLE: The talent is there, no question about that. But is The Blueprint about everything Mercedes and Stokely spoke about here tonight?

WADE BARRETT: Why wouldn’t it be?! How are you already being skeptical of Ms. Moné? You don’t even know her!

MICHAEL COLE: Don’t know he - - okay, I see what you’re trying to do. Let’s get the show rolling.

WADE BARRETT: History, this is history and you’re being a critic!

The cameras take us to the backstage area where we find Byron Saxton standing by with Matt Cardona and Maxwell Jacob Friedman, the duo collectively known as Strong Island.

BYRON SAXTON: Tonight the two of you head into what could be the biggest match of your career so far. It’s Team WWE versus Team ELITE, any final thoughts before you head out there?

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Final thoughts? It sounds like you’re expecting this to be the death of not only Maxwell Jacob Friedamn, not only Matt Cardona, not only Strong Island, but the WWE itself! Do we look like the guys who are going to let some schmucks, some putzes, some shmendriks run rampant over us? No! That’s not what’s happening tonight, Bryon!

Maxwell points a finger at Saxton’s face right now.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: You used to wrestle, didn’t you Sexton? Are you the third man? Because we can settle this right here, right now! What do you think of that?!

Maxwell grabs Byron by his collar as he cocks back a fist ready to strike but Cardona stops him before he does something he’ll regret later.

MATT CARDONA: Easy, bro! Don’t let the paranoia get to you!

Maxwell takes a deep breath as he composes himself in the moment.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: You’re right, we’re going out there right now, I can use this in the ring. Let this idiot live to ask somebody else a stupid question! Let’s go, brochacho!

MATT CARDONA: Beat it, Byron!

Matt catches up with Maxwell as the camera watches them head for gorilla position.

MICHAEL COLE: Well folks, we have one match left on the card tonight and it is a big one. For the last month now, Nick and Matt Jackson have been an absolute thorn in the WWE’s side.

WADE BARRETT: They even put you on the shelf for a week!

MICHAEL COLE: That they did. Last week we saw them lay the challenge out and members of the WWE locker room stepped up to the challenge. Nick and Matt say they have a third man but it’s not entirely clear on who that third man is.

WADE BARRETT: I think we all have a pretty good guess on who it is.

MICHAEL COLE: I think we all pretty much know, yes. The Bucks aren’t as subtle and smart as they think they are. Regardless, this six-man tag is about to get underway here in the main event of SummerSlam!

”When the Lights Go Down” hits the P.A. system and the crowd turns their heads towards the entrance area. Matt Cardona may not be a fan favorite but when pitted against The Young Bucks, they’re willing to put their support behind him. He appears through the entrance area and the crowd cheers loudly for him.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: Our next match is a six-man tag team match and it’s the maiiiiinnnnnn event! Introducing first, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 224 pounds, The Major Player, Maaaaatt Cardonnnnnnnnnnaaaaaa!

MICHAEL COLE: Cardona was a victim of the heinous attacks just a few weeks ago and was chomping at the bit to be one of the members of Team WWE.

WADE BARRETT: He certainly seems focused here tonight. Cardona is looking for a measure of revenge!

Cardona’s music fades out and gives way to “Dig Deep” as MJF appears at the entrance and the fans are cheering him as well.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: His partner, from Plainview, New York, weighing in at 216 pounds, The Salt of the Earth, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, M.J.F.!

MICHAEL COLE: It blows my mind to hear the fans cheering for this man but on a night like tonight, even I have his back.

WADE BARRETT: Maxwell has shown in the past that he’s certainly a scumbag but tonight, he’s our scumbag, fighting on behalf of WWE.

MICHAEL COLE: MJF was on the receiving end of the Bucks’ attacks a few weeks ago as well. Nick and Matt may have bit off more than they can chew here tonight.

MJF’s theme fades as he steps through the ropes and stands there with Cardona. They’re exchanging some words as Switchblade Jay White’s music hits the sound system and the crowd starts cheering even louder than the previous two.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And their tag team partner, from Auckland, New Zealand, weighing 223 pounds, Switchblade Jayyyyyy Whiiiiiiiiiite!

MICHAEL COLE: Jay White was the first one attacked by the Bucks just after Money in the Bank. He made his return last week on RAW to step in as the third man for Team WWE.

WADE BARRETT: We saw the Bucks try and plant the seed last week that Jay White is the possible third man for their team.

MICHAEL COLE: I hate the fact that we can’t trust anyone, Wade.

Jay steps into the ring and shares acknowledgements with MJF and Cardona as he poses on the second rope. White’s music fades and the crowd is already booing loudly before the Young Bucks’ music starts playing. The boos are almost deafening as the music finally hits and Nick and Matt Jackson make their way out and strike their pose, fireworks shooting off in the process.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And their opponents, from Rancho Cucamonga, California, weighing a combined 350 pounds, Nick and Matt Jackson, The Young Buuuuuuucks!

MICHAEL COLE: Look at them, Wade. I hope they get those smug looks absolutely wiped off their faces.

WADE BARRETT: I know this one is a little more personal for you, Michael.

MICHAEL COLE: It should be personal for all of us, Wade. These guys think they can walk in here, run down the whole locker room and roster, do whatever they want on RAW and get away with it.

WADE BARRETT: They’ll be put in their place tonight, Cole. I have no doubt.

The fans all have their attention towards the entrance ramp, waiting for the third person to be introduced. No song starts playing and the Bucks enter the ring. Nick talks to the referee for the match and uses a hand motion to signal he wants the match to get started.

MICHAEL COLE: It appears that this match is, at the very least, going to start out as three on two, Wade. Where is their third man?

WADE BARRETT: This is an even bigger advantage for Team WWE if you ask me!

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The Bucks stand in one corner, staring across the ring at the three men representing Team WWE. Jay White, MJF and Cardona figure out who is going to start the match and it’s Jay White that’s getting the nod. Friedman and Cardona step out onto the apron as Nick and Matt do a fist bump to one another and Nick Jackson stays in the ring and Matt Jackson steps out onto the apron in their corner. It does seem strange that the third person has not come down and joined the Young Bucks but there’s only the two of them. White keeps his gaze firmly on Nick Jackson who smirks back at him. The referee checks with the Bucks just to make sure they’re actually ready to start the match and they nod at the ref. The referee checks with Team WWE and they give the head nod saying that they’re ready for the match as well. The referee calls for the bell and this one is officially underway.

MICHAEL COLE: Well, we’re going to get an answer real quick on Jay White being with the Bucks here or not.

WADE BARRETT: White asked to go first in this one. I think we may already have our answer.

Nick and Jay circle one another and Jackson has the audacity to stop and offer his hand out for a handshake. This only angers White as he comes in and drills Nick with a stiff right fist! The crowd loses their collective minds cheering as White is just battering Nick Jackson to get this one underway. A punch, another punch and a third stiff punch right to Nick’s face, knocking him back. Nick has his back pressed up against the ropes and Jay rushes him, clotheslining Nick and taking him up and over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers loudly as Jay points a finger gun at Nick and acts like he’s firing a shot at him. Matt jumps off the apron and stands between Nick and the ring, trying to thwart any potential follow up from Jay White. The referee begins their count as MJF and Cardona hop off the apron and start walking around opposite sides of the ring. They both reach Nick and Matt and have them trapped between them. Matt is pleading with them, telling them that Nick is hurt after being dumped to the outside. Unsurprisingly, Cardona and Friedman aren’t falling for it, and both start to lay punches in on the Bucks. The crowd is cheering wildly as Nick and Matt are on the receiving end of the beatdown here early on.

MICHAEL COLE: The Bucks look absolutely shocked at the anger, frustration and demeanor of Team WWE here off the bat. I am not surprised at all!

WADE BARRETT: It’s three on two and they’re taking full advantage of that. Don’t stop or back down now.

Cardona grabs Nick and rolls him back into the ring. Jay White is ready for him, grabbing Nick and pulling him up to his feet, spinning him around and quickly grabbing him from behind, hoisting him up and over for a snap back body drop. Nick grabs his back as Jay White makes the tag to MJF and he comes in like a house of fire. He stays on the attack, pulling Nick Jackson back up to his feet and whipping him into the corner. MJF comes sprinting in after Nick and as soon as Jackson’s back hits the turnbuckles, MJF is there with a clothesline, smashing Nick in the corner. Friedman pulls Nick out of the corner quickly, hoisting him up in the air himself and dropping him down, back first across his knee for a huge backbreaker! Nick is grabbing his back and MJF goes for a pin. 1…2...No! Jackson kicks out. MJF quickly tags Jay White back into the match. Team WWE seems to be working pretty well together here early on in this one. Nick reaches up for Matt but Jay grabs Nick’s foot and pulls him back. Nick turns and kicks at Jay’s grip, finally breaking free. Nick Jackson is back up to his feet and rushing towards the corner, tagging in his brother Matt. Nick is draped over the corner as Matt steps in and Jay White is there, meeting both. Nick turns and has a hold of Jay White from behind now as Matt Jackson is drilling him with stuff rights now as Jay cannot defend himself. Cardona and MJF are in the ring to break it up if the referee won’t. MJF grabs Matt Jackson from behind, spinning him around and pulling him to the middle of the ring. Nick Jackson is trying to keep his grip on Jay White, but Jay is trying to break free. They’re both tangled up in the corner now. Cardona takes a step back across the ring, pressing his back against the corner and he takes off, sprinting across the ring and jumping up, flying for a few feet and landing a huge splash on top of Nick Jackson. Nick was holding onto Jay White though as Cardona splashes on him, and Jay’s throat and chest is smashed against the top turnbuckle and Jay falls to a heap on the mat, rolling out of the ring.

WADE BARRETT: I think Cardona’s splash may have inadvertently hurt Jay White there.

MICHAEL COLE: Jay looks like he might be hurt!

WADE BARRETT: I believe he was the legal man.

MICHAEL COLE: I think the referee has already lost control of this one!

In the ring, Cardona and Nick Jackson are fighting in one corner and Matt Jackson and MJF are fighting in the other. Jay White is laid out outside of the ring now. The referee tries to gain some control here and gets in between Nick and Cardona, making them leave the ring. The referee goes to check on Jay White from inside the ring but White is not responsive. The referee calls for the ringside medic to come over and take a look at Jay White. The medics run around and start the process of checking on Jay.

MICHAEL COLE: Oh no, Wade! The ringside medic has been called over to check on Jay White!

WADE BARRETT: Hopefully he’s all right. That makes it down to two on two.

MICHAEL COLE: Cardona took White out, but not on purpose. It still gives me an uneasy feeling, Wade. Something seems off about all of this.

The referee turns and sees MJF and Matt Jackson still going at it. They are acknowledged as the legal men in this match by the referee with White out of it. MJF is in control but only temporarily as Matt Jackson pokes MJF in the eyes, blinding him. Friedman tries to swing at Jackson but Matt swipes at his eyes this time, blinding him even more. MJF has his arms out, feeling for the ropes but that only gives Matt Jackson the opportunity to duck under MJF’s shoulder, hoisting him up and over for a Northern Lights suplex. Jackson bridges the suplex, flipping over and hoisting MJF up and over again for another Northern Lights suplex and then the process continues again for a third straight Northern Lights suplex! This time the bridge stays in place for the pinfall attempt. 1..2…No! MJF has his shoulder up! Cardona is reaching out for the tag, but MJF cannot reach him. Friedman is still rubbing his eyes, trying to get some semblance of vision again. Matt Jackson now takes firm control of this match by locking in a headlock from behind on MJF. Friedman can get no movement or way out of the headlock. Matt Jackson keeps it locked in, slowing this match down a bit. MJF starts to fight back to his feet, but Matt Jackson doesn’t let him make any kind of comeback. He lets go of the headlock and smashes a double axe handle smash across MJF’s back and shoulders. Matt tags his brother Nick into the match.

WADE BARRETT: The Bucks are trying to slow this match down and wear down Friedman!

MICHAEL COLE: Folks, Jay White is still down on the outside of the ring here, receiving medical attention after taking a splash across the top turnbuckle inadvertently from Matt Cardona. This match is down to Nick and Matt Jackson against MJF and Matt Cardona.

WADE BARRETT: I’m with you though, Michael. This whole thing gives me an uneasy feeling!

Nick comes in, grabbing MJF and pulling him up to his feet. Jackson bends MJF over slightly and then drives an elbow in the back and shoulder area of Friedman, continuing the attack of the area his brother was working on just before. Nick Jackson now grabs Friedman from behind in a full nelson, lifting him up and dropping him down with a huge full nelson slam, putting more impact on the neck and shoulders of MJF. MJF rolls under the bottom rope and stays on the apron. As Nick Jackson walks over to keep the attack up, he doesn’t realize MJF has rolled over towards Cardona and The Major Player comes rushing down the apron and smacking Nick Jackson in the face with a forearm, knocking him back. The crowd comes alive again. Cardona pulls MJF up to his feet and helps him into the ring. MJF reaches up and tags Cardona into the match, who comes in quickly and keeps his attack up, not letting Nick recover at all. Cardona whips Nick into the ropes and before Jackson can even react, a dropkick is driven right into his face from Matt Cardona! The Major Player keeps the attack on, pulling Nick Jackson back up to his feet. Cardona bounces off the ropes and comes back towards Nick, grabbing him around the head and taking him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Cardona goes for a pin. 1…2…NO! Nick Jackson gets a shoulder up!

MICHAEL COLE: Cardona putting the pressure on Nick Jackson here. Stay on him, Matt. Don’t let him recover!

WADE BARRETT: Have to keep the Bucks off their game here!

Now it’s Cardona looking to slow this one down a bit with a chin lock on Nick, holding it in tight. Once the hold is finally released, Cardona whips Nick Jackson in the corner where he smacks into the turnbuckles with a loud smack. Cardona goes to the corner to the side of Jackson and lines up a Broski Boot but before he can take off, he’s grabbed from behind by Matt Jackson on the apron. Cardona quickly turns around, grabbing Matt Jackson and pulling him over the top rope and into the ring. Matt Jackson is trying to fight off Cardona’s hold, but Cardona keeps a grip on him. Cardona hoists Matt Jackson up with a huge gorilla press but Nick Jackson takes out Cardona’s knee from behind, forcing Matt Jackson to land on the mat in a heap as Cardona clutches at his knee. Matt Jackson rolls out of the ring and back onto the apron where he receives a tag from his brother. Now it’s Matt against Matt here which shouldn’t be too confusing. Matt Jackson drives some kicks into the back of Cardona’s knee, keeping the attack of that area now. Jackson punches Cardona in the face a few times as he’s down on one knee. Matt Jackson wraps his arm around Cardona’s head and drives it into the mat with a DDT. Matt Jackson pulls Cardona back up to his feet but he’s having problems putting weight on that knee right now. Matt Jackson whips Cardona into the corner. As Jackson comes in for a move, he’s met with Cardona rushing out of the corner towards him, drilling Jackson with a clothesline! Both men are down after that impact and the crowd is cheering Cardona on to get to the corner for the tag.

WADE BARRETT: What impact on that clothesline! Cardona is a beast!

MICHAEL COLE: He needs to make the tag to MJF! Get in there, Friedman!

Both men are crawling towards their respective corners and both men make the tag! Nick Jackson rushing in and MJF coming in to meet him. A right, another right and then a big right from MJF, knocking Nick Jackson back. Friedman bounces off the ropes and jumps towards Nick, drilling him with a flying forearm. Matt Jackson comes into the ring now after just tagging out. Matt tries to slow Friedman down, but he can’t as MJF meets Matt with a big right fist and then a European uppercut. MJF is fighting off the Young Bucks all on his own. The referee tries to get Matt Jackson out of the ring as he’s not the legal man. Matt Jackson has the referee’s attention as MJF doesn’t see Nick Jackson crawl up behind him and drill him with a low blow! Friedman falls down to his knees after the low blow and Nick is up to his feet, taking a step back before rushing towards MJF and drilling him with a SUPERKICK to the face! MJF is laid out and Nick goes for the pin! Matt gets out of the ring and the referee turns to see the pin attempt, making the count. 1….2….3! Yes! NO! MJF got a foot on the bottom rope! Nick Jackson can’t believe it. He grabs MJF and pulls him towards the middle of the ring and pins him again. 1…2…NO! Another kickout and the crowd is going nuts! Nick looks at the ref and slaps his hands together three times and goes to pin MJF again, but MJF rolls up Nick Jackson with a small package! 1…2…2.9999! Shoulder up from Nick! That was close!

WADE BARRETT: He almost got him there! Friedman almost got him!

MICHAEL COLE: MJF is fighting with everything he has right now! He’s digging deep!

Both men scramble back up to their feet with Nick Jackson getting to his first. Before MJF can get to his feet, Nick sprints past him and drills Matt Cardona on the apron. Cardona was looking for a tag to get MJF out, but he’s knocked off the apron and to the floor below. Nick turns his attention back to the ring and MJF but right as Jackson turns around, he’s met with a SUPERKICK to his face from Friedman! Nick is down and MJF drapes his arm over him for a pin. The referee makes the count! 1….2……………. No three? Matt Jackson grabs the referee before he can make the count and pulls him up to his feet. The referee is yelling at Matt Jackson about grabbing him and Jackson is yelling something incoherent back at the ref.

MICHAEL COLE: You’ve got to be kidding me! MJF had this one won!

WADE BARRETT: Matt Jackson grabbed the referee!

The referee is pointing at Jackson now, telling him not to touch him or grab him. MJF sees what’s going on and is back to his feet. Matt Jackson backs himself into the corner and has his hands up defensively. MJF tries to take advantage of this situation and rushes towards Matt Jackson, looking to hit him with a clothesline in the corner but at the very last possible second, Jackson grabs the referee again and pulls him between himself and MJF, causing Friedman to drill the referee with a huge forearm and clothesline! The referee falls to a heap on the mat. Matt Jackson drills MJF with a fist to the face, knocking him back. The knocked-out ref is kicked out of the ring under the bottom rope by Jackson, falling to the floor. Nick rolls out of the ring and goes to the ringside time keeper’s area. He forces Samantha Irvin to get up and takes her steel folding chair, heading back towards the ring with it. Nick Jackson rolls into the ring, steel chair in hand now as MJF is fighting his way back up to his feet. Matt Jackson grabs MJF and holds him with his arms behind him as Nick Jackson gets ready to drill him with a steel chair.

MICHAEL COLE: The referee is knocked out! Nick Jackson has a steel chair! Someone has to do something!

WADE BARRETT: Cole, someone is coming down the ramp!

MICHAEL COLE: Is that? It is! That’s Austin Theory!

WADE BARRETT: What is he doing here!?

AUSTIN THEORY is running down the entryway and slides into the ring! Nick Jackson has a steel chair in hand, seemingly stunned to see Austin Theory standing in the ring with them. Matt Jackson throws down MJF and stares at Theory as well. The fans have no idea how to react as the three men standing in the ring all stare at one another. Nick nods his head lightly and takes a step towards Theory, putting out the “too sweet” hand signal towards Austin. Matt does the same, both of them extending the “too sweet” fist bump towards Theory.

WADE BARRETT: Look, Cole! Theory was with them all along!

MICHAEL COLE: It’s a damn joke to them, Wade!

But Theory does not give them a fist bump! Instead, Austin SUPERKICKS Matt Jackson, knocking him back as the crowd cheers wildly. Before Theory can turn his attention back to Nick, a steel chair is driven into his back with a loud THWACK! Theory goes down to all fours in pain. Nick Jackson lifts the steel chair up over his head and drives it down into Austin Theory again with a loud THWACK! Theory falls to a heap on the mat and Nick drops the chair. Jackson pulls Theory up to his feet, grabbing by the hair, rushing him towards the ropes and throwing him over to the floor!

MICHAEL COLE: Austin Theory was not with them! I owe him an apology! He came out here to stop the Bucks and took two steel chair shots for it!

WADE BARRETT: Theory showed a lot of guts coming out here like that!

Nick stares at the laid-out body of Austin Theory on the outside. Jackson spits on him and throws his arms up to a chorus of boos. As Nick turns around, he has no idea MJF is waiting on him, grabbing him by the shoulder and taking him down to the mat! MJF has the Salt of the Earth Fujiwara armbar locked in! He’s pulling back on the arm, really trying to hyperextend it. Nick Jackson is tapping out on the mat, wanting the hold to be broken! He continues to tap out and the crowd is cheering so loud you can barely think. There’s no referee to make the call and end the match. MJF keeps pulling back on Nick Jackson’s arm, but Matt Jackson finally attacks MJF and breaks the hold up. Cardona rolls in the ring at the same time as Matt Jackson breaking the hold though and pulls Matt Jackson up to his feet. Cardona runs Matt Jackson towards the corner, driving his head into the top turnbuckle! Matt Jackson is staggered and turns around to be on the receiving end of Radio Silence from Cardona, taking him down! Right as Cardona gets to his feet, he’s drilled in the back with a steel chair from Nick Jackson. Cardona is down to his knees as Jackson drops the steel chair, holding onto his arm. MJF grabs Nick Jackson from behind, but Matt grabs the steel chair off the mat and drives into MJF, taking him down! Both Cardona and MJF are down now after those steel chair shots. The crowd’s attention is looking behind the Bucks though as crawling into the ring from the outside, holding his neck is Jay White!

MICHAEL COLE: Jay White has just crawled back into the ring!

WADE BARRETT: After spending the majority of the match laid out on the outside of the ring.

Nick and Matt turn their attention towards Jay White now. Jay is seated in the corner, breathing heavily and holding the back of his neck. White grabs the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet, motioning for Nick and Matt Jackson to bring it. Instead of doing that, Matt hoists the chair up over his head and drives it down into MJF once again! White watches on as Matt walks across the ring and drives the chair into Cardona’s back as well! Nick Jackson points at Jay White and waves his finger back and forth now as Matt stands next to him, steel chair in hand. The crowd isn’t sure how to react, but their attention is turned to the entrance area as BRON BREAKKER is streaming towards the ring and right behind him is JOHN CENA!

WADE BARRETT: Reinforcements are coming! Hang in there, Jay!

MICHAEL COLE: Wade, the Bucks have been alluding for weeks now that Bron Breakker is their third member.

WADE BARRETT: If Bron is actually foolish enough to be in cahoots with the Young Bucks, John Cena will make him pay for that.

Bron and Cena slide into the ring. They have the Bucks trapped in the ring now with Jay White behind Nick and Matt and Bron and Cena in front of them. Bron is staring at the Bucks, anger and fury in his eyes. He looks over at Cena and points at the Bucks, saying he’ll take Nick and Cena takes Matt. Cena nods and Bron goes to charge them but before he can, Cena grabs Bron and spins him around, hoisting him up and drilling Bron Breakker with an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT! The crowd goes silent in shock as Cena hops up to his feet and stands over Breakker! Jay White is confused too as Cena walks past the Bucks and grabs Jay, picking him up and drilling him into the mat with an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT too!

MICHAEL COLE: WHAT?!? WHAT ARE WE SEEING?!

WADE BARRETT: No…say it isn’t so.

MICHAEL COLE: John….John Cena is the third man?!

WADE BARRETT: John Cena has turned his back on the WWE!

Cena picks Jay White back up and hits him with another ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT, driving Jay into the mat again. Cena goes over and pulls Cardona to his feet and then tosses him out of the ring and then he does the same with MJF. The Bucks are on the corners, celebrating and putting their arms up in the air as the fans are booing louder than they’ve ever booed in a long time. You cannot hear the person next to you talking as the boos are so loud. Cena hops out of the ring and grabs the knocked-out referee, rolling him into the ring. Cena slides back into the ring and grabs Jay White again, picking him up and drilling him with a third ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT and leaving him in a heap. Matt Jackson hops off the ropes and walks over to the downed White and places a hand on his chest, falling to a knee. Cena grabs the ref and shakes him, trying to get him to regain consciousness. The referee blinks a few times and sees Matt Jackson covering White. Jackson demands the referee count, and he does, 1……..2………3! This one is over!




SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here are your winners, The Young Bucks and…John Cena.

MICHAEL COLE: My God, Wade. What have we just witnessed? John Cena…has joined The Young Bucks. Wh...what are we supposed to do now?

WADE BARRETT: Dark days are officially here, Cole.

MICHAEL COLE: The Young Bucks were one step ahead of us the whole time.

WADE BARRETT: They made us think it was Bron Breakker this whole time, but it was John Cena!

MICHAEL COLE: What’s going to happen going forward? John Cena was the WWE.

WADE BARRETT: This crowd is as angry as I’ve ever heard a crowd.

MICHAEL COLE: They have every right to be.

Fans start throwing trash into the ring as John Cena and the Young Bucks celebrate together. Nick and Matt put their hands out in the “too sweet” fist bump motion to Cena. John gets a devilish grin on his face and then a sneer, fist bumping both Nick and Matt Jackson, making it official. The crowd is absolutely furious and throwing anything they can find into the ring as it starts to fill up with plastic cups and paper that they have near them.

MICHAEL COLE: Fans, the future of the WWE may have very well been changed here tonight.

WADE BARRETT: I still can’t believe it, Cole. John Cena turning his back on the WWE.

MICHAEL COLE: We are out of time here tonight at SummerSlam. I am at a loss for words after what we just saw. We’ll see you at Monday Night RAW next week.

The final shot of the broadcast is Nick Jackson, John Cena and Matt Jackson standing next to one another, arms in the air and relishing in the fans' vitriol towards them as the scene fades to black.