Post by WWE RAW on Sept 30, 2024 2:15:49 GMT -5
Monday Night RAW
September 30, 2024
Golden 1 Center
Sacramento, California
As the opening video package ends, pyro explodes on the stage as the crowd in Sacramento, California is erupting in cheers. The cameras pan through the crowd, showing off various signs reading things like “Moné Was Robbed!”, “The Tribal Chief”, “Yeet!” and more. After doing a pan of the Golden 1 Center, the cameras settle in on the commentary table where we see the team of Michael Cole and Wade Barrett.
MICHAEL COLE: Good evening, WWE Universe, and welcome to WWE’s flagship show, Monday Night RAW! I’m Michael Cole alongside my broadcast partner, Wade Barrett! Tonight we’re dealing with the fallout from No Mercy and my oh my what an event it was!
WADE BARRETT: You’re absolutely right about that, Cole! I’m pretty sure it’s the first time in WWE history that so many championships have changed hands! The only one that was safe were the WWE Tag Team Championship and that’s because Punk and Richards were attacked the week before and weren’t cleared to compete!
MICHAEL COLE: We would like to once again congratulate all of our new champions and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but our new WWE Champion is Danhausen!
WADE BARRETT: You just had to remind me, didn’t you, Cole? That utter clown is holding the most precious prize in all of WWE and he stole it from Corey Graves after he went through Hell in a Cell with Diesel!
MICHAEL COLE: I’ll tell you who is going to go through Hell tonight, it’s Jey Uso! He’s put himself in a precarious situation with this handicap contest tonight against The Blueprint!
WADE BARRETT: If you think that’s precarious, just think about Roman Reigns taking on Maxwell Jacob Friedman! Both of these men are going to be doing their absolute best to try and stand out amongst the crowd of WWE superstars we’ve got in the back! Both men have to make the most of this opportunity in order to really cement themselves back into positions of power on the roster.
MICHAEL COLE: Matt Menard has been scrambling lately, trying to find his way without a tag team partner. Cool Hand Ange seems to have been really helping him make a place in the tag division but the singles division is a whole nother story. Matt just hasn’t seemed to find his groove.
WADE BARRETT: Well he’s going up against Chad Gable tonight and we’ll see how he does. I’ve still got confidence in Menard to be able to make it back to his feet! Speaking of tag team superstars though, we’ve got Austin and Cass mixing it up in a triple threat tonight with The Hurricane! Do you think they’ll be super enough to secure a victory against him?
MICHAEL COLE: All of these superstars have seen some success recently so it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility. I’m just excited to see Becky make her return tonight facing off against one of our newer WWE superstars, Harley Cameron! Should make for an interesting match, these two have never been across the ring from each other before.
WADE BARRETT: The Man is indeed back in town and you have to wonder if the former WWE Women’s Intercontinental Champion is looking to reclaim her throne! There’s a lot of women on her way to get there so she’ll have to beat Harley tonight if she stands a chance at getting there!
MICHAEL COLE: Let’s not forget that we’ll be seeing Wheeler Yuta competing against the recently signed Bo Dallas. These two aren’t going to be playing nice, I think both of these men are going to be out to prove themselves. There’s a lot of fans that are going to be happy to see these two face off for the first time as well!
WADE BARRETT: But let’s not talk these fans' ears off, Cole! Let’s get right into the beginning of Monday Night RAW and see some action!
”The Time Is Now” begins to play over the P/A system as a figure with a ducked head makes his way out to the top of the stage with a “Hustle, Loyalty, Respect” shirt on. There’s duct tape over the "Loyalty,” and it’s clearly not John Cena at all, but Maxwell Jacob Friedman as he now lifts his head to reveal himself! The crowd is absolutely eating it up, which is not the usual thing you would expect from the arrival of MJF, but they are certainly happy to see him return after his SummerSlam battle left him with an injury to his lower lumbar area of his spine.
MICHAEL COLE: I don’t know about you, Wade, but I’m not convinced that’s John Cena at all!
WADE BARRETT: What the hell? We didn’t know we’d see Maxwell Jacob Cena!
MICHAEL COLE: It appears he’s just having a bit of fun tonight, but I was told that Cena would be here to open the show!
WADE BARRETT: It’s nice to see him again, but I’m not sure he should be poking the bear that is the nWo Elite.
Max takes off on a sprint down the rampway and slides into the ring before he jumps up to his feet and tosses the Cena cap out to the crowd. It’s not even gone for even a few seconds before it sails back into the ring as it’s tossed back at his feet. Max picks it back up as he nods his head before he throws it out to the other side of the fans in the arena. He watches as it sails back towards him though, and he catches it this time. He can’t help but smirk as he looks at the cap and moves to the last side and holds up the cap as if to ask if they want it, but when he throws it this time, they don’t hesitate either, and it flies back towards him a third time as he catches it and laughs. Max now looks at the cap in his hands and drops it to the ground before he stomps on it!
MICHAEL COLE: Well, I guess we know how this Sacramento crowd feels about Cena!
WADE BARRETT: We know how they feel about all of the nWo Elite! Nobody has any love for any member of that particular group, Cole, and who can blame them?
Maxwell grabs a microphone from a ringside attendant as he looks over the Sacramento crowd who are now chanting for him “M-J-F! M-J-F! M-J-F!” It’s obviously a strange feeling for him but he shakes it off as he begins to speak.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Tough crowd; can’t even give the hustle, loyalty, and respect merchandise away nowadays, huh? I shouldn’t be surprised; let’s be honest, we all know that once he lost that middle part, he wasn’t really left with much else. I mean, if you can’t be loyal, who’s going to respect you anymore? So, what does that leave him with - - a little bit of hustle?
Friedman looks around the arena for a moment as if for an answer.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: I don’t even think he’s got that left, if I’m being honest. I mean, I couldn’t have been the only one watching him struggle to beat Nick Wayne at No Mercy, right? Don't get me wrong, Nick Wayne is up and coming, so I wouldn’t blame any other superstar for struggling. But even after all this time, John Cena is supposed to be like Superman, right?
Max looks to be in thought for a moment.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Tonight, he was supposed to be here. John was supposed to be in this very ring right at this very moment. So, what happened, John? Did you lose what little of those balls that you had left, like you lost the rest of your catchphrase? Correct me if I’m wrong, Johnny boy, but I seem to remember you being about never giving up?
Friedman scratches the side of his head, pretending to be confused if he’s getting all of this right.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Don’t worry, we all know why you really aren’t here, John. It’s because of “travel issues”, isn’t it?
The crowd boo as Max uses the finger quote for the excuse that he believes was given and they show their displeasure for the lame excuse.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Nobody needs to worry, I’ve got things handled here in Sacramento, John!
The crowd cheers at the mention of the locale as Maxwell just grins.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: You see, I’ve never had to worry about finding my balls, John. I don’t make commitments that I can’t keep; it’s a little thing called being a professional, John. Something that you’ve obviously forgotten how to be, but who can blame you? I wouldn’t want to be in this ring when I came back and was hoping to make a little havoc happen for what you all did to me at SummerSlam either!
Friedman audibly sighs as he moves to the ropes and leans on them and brings the mic closer to his lips.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: It’s alright though, Johnnycakes; I’ve got some pretty big fish to fry anyway! You see, our Tribal Queef is hoping to make a name for himself at my expense…
Max shakes a finger at the camera that zooms on him.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Not going to happen! I’ve got some bad news, Roman. You might be one of the best in the world, but I’m THEE best professional wrestler alive today! I’ve defeated every single man who has EVER claimed to be the best in the world and stepped up to me! You see, Mr. Reigns, I’m not going to just roll over, die, and acknowledge you, sir. That’s just not how I do things, it’s not how I operate, but I can promise you one thing, Roman. Tonight, YOU are going to acknowledge ME! OH! One more thing, Roman, that’s not a prediction - - that’s a spoiler!
With the crowd continuing to cheer him on, Max flips the microphone over his shoulder before he exits the ring and heads for the back with a determined expression on his face.
MICHAEL COLE: Strong words from MJF for both John Cena and Roman Reigns!
WADE BARRETT: I have a feeling that the match between MJF and Reigns is going to be one of the more hard hitting affairs we’ve seen in the new era, Cole!
MICHAEL COLE: It very well might be, partner! I think our opening contest has the potential to be a classic as well! Chad Gable is making his debut in the new era of WWE as he goes one on one with Matt Menard!
”American Made” by def rebel begins to play on the speakers and the crowd erupts into boos as Chad Gables makes his way out to the top of the ramp. Looking out at the crowd with an expression of disdain, Gable shakes his head in disgust as he makes his way down the ramp.
SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, Chaaad Gaaable!
MICHAEL COLE: Chad Gable had tag team success in the old regime, now he’s looking to prove he has what it takes to be a singles competitor!
WADE BARRETT: With a mentor like Kurt Angle in his corner, I think he stands a pretty good shot! After all, Angle helped lead Gable Steveson to the finals of the WWE Championship tournament earlier this year!
Getting to the bottom of the ramp, Chad bounds up the steel steps and enters the ring, going to the far side and using the ropes to stretch. “Just a Little Taste” begins to play on the speakers now, and the crowd erupts into cheers as “Daddy Magic” Matt Menard makes his way out to the top of the ramp. Looking out at the crowd with an energetic smile, Menard turns his attention to Chad Gable waiting for him in the ring and smirks as he makes his way down the ramp.
SAMANTHA IRVIN: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, “Daddy Magic”, Maaatt Mennnarrrd!
MICHAEL COLE: Matt Menard has had a bit of a rough go here since signing with WWE, first his tag team partner suffered a horrible injury that’s put him on the shelf for an undetermined amount of time, and now he’s had a hard time picking up a win!
WADE BARRETT: “A hard time”? At this rate, I don’t think Menard could pick up a win to save his life!
Getting to the bottom of the ramp, Menard pauses and smirks before bursting forward, rolling under the bottom rope to enter the ring. Getting to his feet, Menard takes his jacket off and tosses it over the top rope to the ringside attendant, turning his attention to Gable as his music fades out.
SINGLES MATCH
The bell rings and Matt Menard rushes forward, looking to hit Chad Gable with a clothesline. The former Olympian ducks the attempt, however, and he quickly turns around and grabs Menard around the waist. Menard’s eyes go wide in shock as Gable lifts him up in the air, looking to nail a German suplex but Menard slips out of it and manages to land on his feet!
MICHAEL COLE: Matt Menard got out of the German suplex! I can’t believe it!
WADE BARRETT: He moved like a cat!
Menard’s eyes are still wide with shock, this time at the fact that he landed on his feet. He wastes no time, however, as he rushes towards Chad Gable and rolls him up with a schoolboy pin! 1…2…3! Matt Menard wins!
WINNER
MATT MENARD
00:45 via PINFALL
SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here is your winner, “Daddy Magic”, MAAAATT MENNNARRRD!
MICHAEL COLE: Oh my God, Wade, he did it! Matt Menard just beat Chad Gable!
WADE BARRETT: I’m in absolute shock, Cole! Not only did he win against Chad Gable, he did it in under a minute!
”Just a Little Taste” begins to play on the speakers again and the crowd is on their feet with cheers for Matt Menard, who gets to his feet and clearly cannot believe that he’s just won the match. Also surprised at the outcome is Chad Gable, who sits up with his mouth dropped open in disbelief as he watches the referee raise Menard’s hand in the air. Shaking his head in disgust once again, Chad rolls out of the ring and quickly sprints up the ramp to the back. Just then, the music of Christian Cage hits, and the crowd’s cheers change to deafening boos. After a few seconds, the trio of Killswitch, Nick Wayne and Christian Cage make their way out onto the entrance ramp to a big ovation. It's evident by his body language that Nick Wayne is still feeling the effects of his match against John Cena at No Mercy. Inside the ring, Menard looks just as confused as everyone else in the crowd.
Cage raises his hand, calling for his music to stop. After the reaction from the crowd dies down, Cage raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak from the top of the entrance way.
CHRISTIAN CAGE: Y'know, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately…and despite his loss to that fraud John Cena at No Mercy, I can stand here today and tell you that I've never been prouder of my son, Nick Wayne. And that feeling of beaming pride that I felt at No Mercy - - it's a feeling that I cannot get enough of. Which brings me to you, Matthew.
Cage points at Menard, who throws his arms out to the side, almost as if he is challenging the trio. Christian holds his hand out and tries to calm him down.
MICHAEL COLE: You've got to be kidding me, what's he doing out here?
WADE BARRETT: You bite your tongue, Cole! Show some respect to the Patriarch of the WWE!
CHRISTIAN CAGE: Matthew, I assure you that we mean you no harm. Oh Contraire!
Cage lowers his hand, and the trio begin to slowly walk down the ramp, while Christian speaks into the microphone.
CHRISTIAN CAGE: You see, throughout the trials and the tribulations of The Patriarchy, I've learned something very important - - people yearn for a person like me to lead them. They crave direction. They crave guidance. They want a person like me - - a man who has seen it all and done it all - - to mold them into something greater! And, Matthew, I know that's exactly what you need to become a success here in the WWE.
By now, Christian Cage and his boys have reached the steel steps. Christian leads the way and slowly enters the ring, standing across from Menard.
CHRISTIAN CAGE: Look, you've got talent, you've got grit - - Hell, you're even from the great nation of Canada - - but without a leader ... without a father in your life, you're just floundering here in the WWE. Let me be that leader that you need. Let me turn you into something that cannot be ignored any longer. Under my tutelage, you won't just survive; you'll thrive. And together, as a family, we can rule this company and reshape it in our own image.
The crowd boos loudly as Christian Cage extends his hand to Matt Menard. Menard looks torn and looks out amongst the crowd, who all try to sway him one way or another.
WADE BARRETT: The opportunity of a lifetime for Daddy Magic here, Cole!
MICHAEL COLE: Oh, give me a break. Matt Menard has won over his fair share of fans here in the WWE Universe! He doesn't need Christian Cage! Don't do it, Matt!
Menard looks at Christian's hand, which is left hanging for an extended amount of time.
CHRISTIAN CAGE: What's there to think about, Matthew? This is the easiest decision you will ever make in your life ...
Again, Menard looks around the arena and the crowd tries their best to tell him not to do it. There's a lot of hesitation on Menard's part, when suddenly he rears back and shakes Christian Cage's hand. Christian pulls him in for an embrace and begins to speak only to him. The crowd boos loudly as they cannot believe what they've just seen!
WADE BARRETT: There you go! You love to see it, don't you, Cole?
MICHAEL COLE: Oh, no! Daddy Magic has joined The Patriarchy! I cannot believe what we are seeing here!
Indeed, Matt Menard is embraced by Christian Cage and then his new brothers, Nick Wayne and Killswitch. The new addition to The Patriarchy poses as the boos begin to rain down on them. Christian Cage gives Menard a pat on the back. The new group begins to make their way to the backstage area, as we cut to the commentary team.
MICHAEL COLE: Matt Menard has turned his back on the WWE Universe and embraced Christian Cage and joined the ranks of The Patriarchy!
WADE BARRETT: Hey, you cannot blame him for doing what is best for him and his career, Cole!
MICHAEL COLE: Let's get one thing straight, Wade. There is zero upside when it comes to aligning yourself with The Patriarchy! None whatsoever! I think Matt Menard may live to see the day he regrets this decision...
The cameras go to the interview area backstage where Cathy Kelley is standing by.
CATHY KELLEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, The Man Becky Lynch.
The crowd in the arena cheers as Becky walks into view next to Cathy, a confident smile on her face.
CATHY KELLEY: Becky, first of all, welcome back.
BECKY LYNCH: Thanks, Cathy. You know, it's only been a couple of months or so since I've been here, but in all honesty, it's felt like an eternity. You see, after I lost the Women's Intercontinental Championship, the belt I helped make prestigious, I was lost. When I lost, I didn't know what to do; I didn't know what was next for me, so I decided to head home and reflect. During my time away, I considered my options, which were either to find my fire and come back or retire.
Becky has an almost solemn look on her face before a smirk appears.
BECKY LYNCH: Well judging by the fact I'm in ring gear and I have a match tonight, it’s very clear what choice I made and that's bad news for Harley Cameron. Now, I know people think that because Harley hasn't exactly had the most successful career so far in professional wrestling that I'm just gonna walk over her. The thing is, people like Harley are very sneaky, and I'm not stupid enough to completely overlook someone like that. Now, over the last week, Harley has been on social media talking about fighting Cyndi Lauper and embarrassingly referencing songs that Cyndi had nothing to do with. But like I said to her, maybe after I get done connecting my fist with that dope's head, maybe her memory will be jogged.
CATHY KELLEY: Well Becky, after tonight, what is next for you?
Before Becky can answer, she sees someone that's off camera and soon Jamie Hayter walks into camera view.
JAMIE HAYTER: I’ll tell you what’s next for Becky.
Cathy instinctively holds the microphone up to Jamie’s lips.
JAMIE HAYTER: What’s next for Becky Lynch is to retire. Whether you retire gracefully, or I force you into retirement, it makes no difference. Because either way, I’ll get what I want and that’s the complete destruction of Becky Lynch just like I’ll destroy Toni Storm, KAIRI, and Io Shirai the next time I see them.
Jamie unfastens the classic Intercontinental Championship belt from around her waist and rests it on her shoulder.
JAMIE HAYTER: Do you see this belt, Becky? This is the real Intercontinental Championship belt. Regardless of what that stupid bitch, Io, says, this is the real belt that was held by legends, hall of famers, and that useless fat terrible attempt at an Elvis wannabe that should’ve never been near a title just like you shouldn’t have been able to beat me, and you didn’t. You cheated to beat me. KAIRI cheated to beat me. Every loss I’ve suffered has been due to villainy, and I’m not standing idly by. I’m going to destroy everyone that has sought my downfall, and I’m starting with you. Io, KAIRI, and that stupid waste of space that thinks it’s 1940 will soon follow.
Becky looks at the “real” Intercontinental belt on Jamie's shoulder.
BECKY LYNCH: The real Intercontinental Champion, that's a nice little fantasy you've got going on, and I see you are still obsessed with crafting a legacy at my expense. Now I know what happened back at Unforgiven must still eat away at ya, that’s at least partially why you're walking around here cosplaying as the champion.
Becky smirks at Jamie.
BECKY LYNCH: Now tonight I have a bit of business to take care of but after that, if you ever want to try your luck against The Man again, I'd be more than happy to let ya “champ.”
Becky gives the belt a little tap before walking away, leaving Jamie with a look of annoyance. Jamie looks at Cathy.
JAMIE HAYTER: The next time I see her or Io or Kairi or that Marilyn Monroe ripoff, I’m knocking their heads off.
With that, Jamie walks away.
In another area backstage, there’s a loudness coming from the hallway as The Personal Concierge and Ash by Elegance have arrived at the arena. Ash is wearing a floor-length black dress adorned in diamantés and has her head held up high.
ASH BY ELEGANCE: WOW! No Mercy was a huge success for Elegance Enterprises, let me tell you that.
THE PERSONAL CONCIERGE: You’ve got that right, the people gathered in their masses to witness your historic win over Ruby Soho!
ASH BY ELEGANCE: Absolutely. I mean, I made history. I was in the MAIN EVENT of the first EVER No Mercy…. Pre-show. I was literally a headline act, and it made it so much sweeter when I picked up that win over Ruby. I have put that trash down for good and now I can move on with my life. I love this journey for me, the WWE loves my journey!
THE PERSONAL CONCIERGE: Now, the next step is super-stardom!
ASH BY ELEGANCE: That’s right, Giulia and Mercedes… oh WAIT!
Ash chuckles to herself, being as vain and cruel as ever.
ASH BY ELEGANCE: I mean Dakota, better watch their backs, because once I speak to Stephanie McMahon and get an opportunity at either one of those championships, they’ll be coming home with ME! Mirror.
The Personal Concierge hands a large mirror to Ash, who stares at the beauty that she sees before her. She adjusts the mirror in order to get the correct lighting and then is shocked when she sees a woman standing behind her. She doesn’t appear to be threatening, but who dares stand in the light of the most significant woman in the company right now? Tiara James reflects in the surface of the mirror, the woman who aided Ash’s elegant victory over Soho at No Mercy. Ash slowly pivots around to face the woman.
TIARA JAMES: Or…we could go after Abadon and Shotzi Blackheart and take those women’s tag team championships.
ASH BY ELEGANCE: Tiara, is it? Thank you for the assist at No Mercy, but I don’t think we’re on the same tier.
TIARA JAMES: Um, actually, I’m TOP TIER… so I think we are.
ASH BY ELEGANCE: No, no, I mean…you’re cute! I like you, but there’s a certain…sophistication needed to be around me. Your dress has no Swarovskis on it, you have so much to learn!
TIARA JAMES: Okay, so teach me!
The Personal Concierge whispers to Ash, who is unsure of what to make of the bright new star.
THE PERSONAL CONCIERGE: Tiara, there’s something about you. You’ve got… you’ve got moxie, kid.
TIARA JAMES: No, my name is Tiara, not Moxie.
It sets in for the viewers that Tiara is just as blissfully unaware as Ash.
ASH BY ELEGANCE: He’s right…and tag championships would look good around my waist. God knows they don’t look good on Shotzi or… what’s their name, Abandon? But we’ve yet to see you wrestle, how do we know you’re any good, are you just a pretty fa - -
Suddenly, the mirror Ash was holding is being twisted out of her arm, Ash yells as she turns her head to face Ruby Soho!
ASH BY ELEGANCE: Unhand me, you beast!
RUBY SOHO: ASH! You know that that result at No Mercy was bogus, I demand another match against you, TONIGHT!
ASH BY ELEGANCE: Honey, I can beat you any time, any place. Get your HAND off of me.
Tiara suddenly shoves Ruby, forcing her to let Ash go!
TIARA JAMES: No, Ruby. Ash beat you fair and square, if you want to pick a FIGHT pick one with ME, or are you too much of a hashtag LOSER to do it?
RUBY SOHO: Alright, you want it? You’ve got it. See you tonight. I’ll show you a loser.
TIARA JAMES: Oh, I can’t do tonight. My gear hasn’t come in yet. But see you next week?
Ruby grits her teeth and turns to walk away, Tiara dazzles her with a smirk before turning back to Ash and The Personal Concierge.
TIARA JAMES: I have like 5 sets of gear made, I just don’t wanna wrestle tonight, and I felt like irritating her. But next week, I can show you what I bring to the ring.
Ash laughs and The Personal Concierge points towards Tiara in admiration.
ASH BY ELEGANCE: You! I like you already, rile that trash up! Let’s go, we have much to discuss.
Ash, Tiara, and The Personal Concierge begin to walk away. In the background, we can see that Women’s Tag Team Champion Abadon has been watching the situation unfold before them. Abadon shakes their head and retreats into the background as the cameras fade out.
The camera now fades in to a dim backstage area. Mankind sits slumped against a wall, his face pale, his eyes vacant. His hands rest on his knees, trembling slightly. The light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across his tired figure. His voice is quiet, almost broken.
MANKIND: I waited… I waited for the sunshine. I thought, if I fought hard enough, the light would come. That maybe, just maybe, the pain would end. But it didn’t. It never does.
He looks down at his hands, his fingers curling as if trying to hold onto something that’s no longer there.
MANKIND: They tell you, “Keep going. Keep fighting.” But they don’t tell you the truth...that for some of us, the light never comes. For some of us, all that’s left is the cold...the emptiness.
His voice trembles as he stares at the ground, his expression hollow.
MANKIND: I thought the pain would go away... but it never did. And now, without the Intercontinental Championship, I’m left with nothing. No peace. No happiness. Just this... this endless darkness.
He leans back against the wall, his voice barely above a whisper, full of sorrow.
MANKIND: The sunshine never came for me and now, I realize... it was never meant to.
The camera lingers on Mankind’s broken figure as he lowers his head, his voice fading into a haunting whisper.
MANKIND: There’s nothing left… but the pain.
And with that, the cameras go back to ringside
MICHAEL COLE: Mankind is clearly not handling the loss of the Intercontinental Championship very well!
WADE BARRETT: You can say that again, Cole! If I were Joey Janela, I’d be keeping my head on a swivel because it’s likely just a matter of time before Mankind strikes to get the title back!
MICHAEL COLE: And it will certainly be a heck of a showdown when that happens, Wade! Another match that has a lot of potential here tonight is our next match between the debuting Harley Cameron and the returning Becky Lynch. These women have had a bit of a social media war this last week and now they’re looking to settle it in the ring!
”Best Thing on TV” by Mikey Rukus featuring Harley Cameron begins to play on the speakers and the crowd starts to boo as Harley Cameron sashays her way out to the top of the ramp. Looking out at the crowd with a smirk, Harley tosses her hair behind her in an exaggerated fashion before making her way down the ramp.
SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her way to the ring, Harrrleeeyyy Caaamerrrooon!
MICHAEL COLE: Not much is known about Harley Cameron, Wade, but what we do know is that she did not make a lot of friends for herself on social media!
WADE BARRETT: You can say that again, Cole! Harley quickly became one of the most polarizing figures on Twitter with her brash opinions on life, love, and Cyndi Lauper!
Getting to the bottom of the ramp, Harley walks over to the steel steps and saunters up to the apron. Entering the ring, she walks to the center where she strikes a pose and gives an overexaggerated wink before turning her attention to the entrance area. “Celtic Invasion” by CFO$ begins to play and the crowd goes absolutely wild as Becky Lynch makes her way to the top of the ramp. Looking out at the crowd with a big smile, Becky turns her attention to Harley Cameron waiting for her in the ring and a smirk forms on her face as she begins making her way down the ramp.
SAMANTHA IRVIN: And her opponent, making her way to the ring, The Man Beckyyy Lyyynch!
MICHAEL COLE: It’s been nearly 3 months since we last saw Becky Lynch in a WWE ring, when she lost the Women’s Intercontinental Championship in a battle royal, and it’s great to see her back!
WADE BARRETT: It certainly is, Cole. Becky Lynch brings a certain aura to the women’s division, and it just feels right having her back!
Getting down to the bottom of the ramp, Becky’s smirk grows wider as she walks to the steel steps and marches up to the apron. Wiping her feet off, Becky enters the ring and walks to the center, raising her fist up in the air as she soaks in the cheers from the crowd. Lowering her arm, Becky takes off her jacket and hands it to the ringside attendant and then turns to face Harley Cameron has her music begins to fade out.
SINGLES MATCH
The bell rings and Becky Lynch extends her hand to Harley Cameron, looking to get a handshake. Harley wrinkles her nose as she looks at Becky’s hand, and then at her face, but Becky nods and insists she’s serious. With a sigh, Harley reaches out and takes Becky’s hand, but Becky immediately pulls her in and lifts her into the air, driving her into the mat with the Manhandle Slam! Becky goes for the cover and hooks the leg, 1…2…3! Becky Lynch wins!
WINNER
BECKY LYNCH
00:26 via PINFALL
SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here is your winner, The Man BECKYYY LYYYNCH!
MICHAEL COLE: It’s…it’s over? Just like that?
WADE BARRETT: There’s something in the air here tonight, Cole! That’s two quick matches in a row, and this one was even faster than the last!
”Celtic Invasion” begins to play again and the crowd is on their feet with cheers as Becky Lynch rolls out of the ring, looking at the knocked out Harley Cameron with a big smile on her face. Shrugging her shoulders and dusting off her hands, Becky turns and heads up the ramp, slapping a few outstretched hands of the fans in the front row as the official tends to Harley Cameron.
The cameras go to another area backstage with a tight shot of Stephanie McMahon’s office door, the nameplate gleaming under the soft hallway lights. The muffled sounds of backstage commotion echo in the background, building tension as the camera lingers for a moment before the sound of heels clicking against the floor is heard. The camera pans out to reveal Dawn Marie strutting confidently toward the office, her lips curling into a devious smirk. She pauses, glancing to the side as Velvet Sky steps into view beside her, arms crossed and a cocky grin on her face. Dawn flicks her hair dramatically over one shoulder and raises her hand to knock… just as the door swings open. Stephanie McMahon is stood before them in the doorway, her arms crossed and an expression that’s equal parts anticipation and frustration.
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: Ah, Dawn. Just who I was expecting. Come on in.
Dawn’s smirk widens as she shoots Velvet a knowing look before taking a step forward. But as she begins to move, Stephanie raises a hand, halting her in her tracks.
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: Alone. This isn’t a “Dawn Marie and Velvet Sky” party. This is between you and me.
The smugness on Dawn’s face falters for just a moment, but she quickly recovers, turning to Velvet with a playful tone.
DAWN MARIE: Oh, you know how to get me. I would never be silly enough to pass up on alone time with you. Hold tight, Vel. This will only take a second.
Dawn strides into the office, following Stephanie as she walks with purpose toward her desk. The camera follows them inside as the door shuts behind Dawn with a quiet click. Dawn straightens her dress, the atmosphere thick with tension. Stephanie takes a seat behind her desk, her eyes never leaving Dawn as she lingers by the door.
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: So, Dawn, are you going to pretend like you haven’t seen our emails, our calls, all of the messages we’ve sent?
Dawn crosses her arms, her demeanor shifting to one of feigned innocence, a note from Dawn that we haven’t yet seen since her return.
DAWN MARIE: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Stephanie leans forward, her eyes narrowing and irritation growing.
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: Let’s cut the crap, Dawn. I’m not here to dance around the issue. We gave you a chance, brought you back into the company when no one else would. We overlooked your past scandals and screw-ups, gave you a spotlight by letting you co-host Heatwave, and you still managed to turn everything into a complete disaster.
Dawn raises a hand, about to defend herself, but Stephanie isn’t done there.
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: You’ve been walking around, acting like you own the place; storming into everyone’s business, trying to pick fights in the name of “women’s empowerment”, but what you’ve actually done is not only set women back a step, but you’ve torn down everything we’ve worked to build for the women’s division since the reset. And you are dead weight, setting the division back, Dawn. And let’s not forget what you did to one of our celebrity co-hosts, Brandi Glanville. Your contract no longer fits the bill, Dawn. Frankly, you’re not worth the trouble.
Dawn’s face flushes red with anger, her hands balling into fists.
DAWN MARIE: You know what Stephanie. I’m not going to stand here and let you talk to me like that - -
But before she can finish, Stephanie rises swiftly from her chair, getting right in Dawn’s face. The tension crackles as they stand eye to eye. Without warning, Stephanie slaps Dawn hard across the face, the sound of the impact echoing through the room. The crowd watching on the screen gasps in unison can be heard.
MICHAEL COLE: Did you hear that, Wade? I can’t believe Stephanie McMahon just slapped Dawn Marie! Dawn didn’t deserve that! Yeah, maybe she’s been a little controversial, but c’mon, does she really deserve all of this?
WADE BARRETT: Are you kidding me, Cole? Dawn Marie had this coming for a long time! Stephanie gave her chance after chance, and all Dawn did was throw it in her face and made us all watch that abomination over on Heat. She’s always been a disgrace to the women’s division, and she deserved every bit of that slap. I’m glad Stephanie finally put her in her place!
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: No, Dawn. I’m done with you disrespecting me and this company. I warned you. No more chances. Now pack your bags and get the hell out of this arena. You’re fired, now get out!
Dawn’s hand flies to her cheek, eyes wide with shock. For a moment, she’s frozen, the weight of Stephanie’s words sinking in. But soon, fury overtakes her shock. The two women stare each other down, the air thick with hostility - - but with a sharp inhale, Dawn spins on her heel, storming toward the door. She yanks it open, only to find Velvet Sky wide-eyed and clearly eavesdropping, stumbling backward in surprise.
VELVET SKY: Hey, Dawn, are you - -
DAWN MARIE: SHUT UP!!!
Dawn snarls at Velvet, her face twisted in rage, before storming down the hallway. The camera lingers on Velvet’s shocked expression before cutting back to the arena, leaving the audience buzzing with the fallout of the fiery confrontation.
MICHAEL COLE: Well folks, that was certainly something, and it appears Dawn Marie is no longer with WWE! As shocking as that was, we have to move forward. Just two weeks ago, we all watched Sting make his colossal - - and shocking! - - comeback when he made his first WWE appearance in eight years as Bron Breakker’s mystery opponent.
WADE BARRETT: It was a close match, but in the end, we saw Sting come out on top in what was a surprisingly brutal match from Breakker. If he had that kind of intensity when he fought Diesel, he might just have won!
We go backstage now to a camera shot of a wooden door with a plaque screwed into it. The door swings open, and we get a moment to read “TRIPLE H” in full caps engraved in the plaque, before the door closes and we see the man himself. He adjusts his sport coat and starts to walk off, until a familiar voice grabs his attention, and he looks off-screen.
BRON BREAKKER: Hunter! Wait!
Triple H’s brow furrows a little at the familiar first name but puts on a business-like smile as the camera pulls back and Bron Breakker comes into frame. The cheers are still there, but there’s a little discontent among the crowd at ringside.
BRON BREAKKER: Good, I caught you!
TRIPLE H: Bron. What can I do for you?
BRON BREAKKER: Look, I know you hear this a lot, but…I want to talk to you about Sting.
TRIPLE H: I thought this might be coming. Look, it’s okay. We all have off-nights, and Sting’s one of the best to ever do it - -
Bron’s nose wrinkles in disgust, and he shakes his head.
BRON BREAKKER: What? No, I’m not looking for reassurances. I want Seth’s spot in the match at Halloween Havoc. I want a rematch, on equal footing. It’s bad enough that Ste - -
Bron stops and takes a breath before correcting himself.
BRON BREAKKER: That Sting played the system to get one over on me. Hell, he played me, too. I want to correct the score and prove that I can beat him when he’s not playing bullshit games with me.
Triple H looks Bron over for a second, before shaking his head.
TRIPLE H: No.
BRON BREAKKER: Excuse me?
TRIPLE H: I said no. You had your shot at Sting, and you fell short. I’m sorry, but I’m sure there’ll be another one in the future.
The big boss man turns with that firm denial and walks off down the hallway. The camera pulls back to focus on Bron who watches him leave, and we see his hand curl into a white-knuckled fist.
MICHAEL COLE: Bron doesn’t look too pleased with The Game!
WADE BARRETT: And why should he? Sting played politics and maneuvered his way into every possible advantage ahead of their match, even keeping his own identity a secret so Bron couldn’t prepare! I’d say he’s right to be angry!
The cameras now take us to Money and Mayhem’s locker room. Byron Saxton is standing with Eric Bischoff. The camera pans for a second to show Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa talking about something in the corner. Carmella is on her phone by one of the lockers and Corey Graves sits on a bench with his head down.
BYRON SAXTON: I’m here with the man behind Money and Mayhem, Eric Bischoff. Eric, No Mercy didn’t end how I’m sure you all wanted it to. While Corey Graves shocked the world by defeating Diesel for the WWE Championship inside Hell in a Cell, his celebration was cut short by a Money in the Bank cash in from the now WWE Champion Danhausen.
The build up to the question is obviously getting under Bischoff's skin.
BYRON SAXTON: I suppose what we are wondering is what’s next?
ERIC BISCHOFF: I’m going to make this so plain and simple even Danhausen can figure it out in his little mind. It was a travesty what occurred at No Mercy. It was an abhorrent theft of a championship Corey Graves worked so hard to obtain. But I will tell you one thing, it doesn’t matter if Corey held the title for a year or a minute the history books will show this man as a former WWE Champion. Not just that but as the most recent former champion that means he is owed a rematch. And you better believe that this rematch is going to be something that….
COREY GRAVES: WILL YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP?!
Graves’ voice comes from the background as he rises from where he is sitting and stomps over to the camera.
COREY GRAVES: Do you not know when to just stop running your damn mouth? Because honestly, I’m starting to wonder if you realize this isn’t the Eric Bischoff show, despite your best goddamn efforts to make it so.
Graves gets really close and in the face of Bischoff who is a little taken aback and Byron looks very uncomfortable. Both Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa come in from off screen to try and calm the situation down.
COREY GRAVES: Oh, now you two want to actually do something? Where were you every time that clown got involved? Where the hell were you to protect your leader when he was champion for three goddamn minutes? All I’ve seen you two do is collect paychecks and get your asses handed to you by lesser tag teams.
Graves sneers and peers through both of them back to Bischoff.
COREY GRAVES: This is supposed to be Money and Mayhem. But all I’ve seen is the rest of you collecting money you haven’t earned and my life turning into mayhem. If you two island guerillas can’t be bothered to do what you’re paid to do, then what good are you? I’ll answer that, you aren’t any good…so get your asses out of here, you’re fired!
Graves is seething with anger as he turns around and storms out of the locker room. Tama and Tanga don’t say much but they don’t look happy. Bischoff looks stunned as he tries to put himself together. He looks over to Byron.
ERIC BISCHOFF: The former champ is a little heated, but that doesn’t change anything. He’s owed a rematch for the championship that should still be his and I plan to get him that rematch.
With that Bischoff walks past the now unemployed Tongans to a stunned Carmella who was watching on in the corner. Byron looks to the camera and shrugs his shoulders as the scene fades.
The cameras now cut to another area backstage where we see the massive Satnam Singh walking through a hallway. He smiles at a production worker backstage, before he reaches a locker room with the nameplate of DANHAUSEN on the outside. It’s not so much a nameplate as it is a piece of paper that has been taped to a locker room. Either way, Satnam Singh enters the locker room, and the camera follows behind him. Satnam walks in on Danhausen watching the action of RAW, with the WWE title slung over his shoulder. Danhausen, however, is standing to the side of the television and is craning his neck in an effort to watch the TV. He has a look of discomfort on his face.
DANHAUSEN: Danhausen’s neck hurts, this is a bad idea. Why can’t Danhausen just sit on the couch to watch the television?
SATNAM SINGH: They say it’s a good camera shot.
DANHAUSEN: Eh, nuts to that.
Danhausen rubs his neck and turns his attention towards Satnam Singh.
DANHAUSEN: Satnamhausen - - Danhausen was waiting for your arrival! We have a very big night ahead of us! We are set to host a celebration the likes of which has never been seen! Tonight, the people of the WWE Universe get to worship at the feet of their new WWE Champion! We have to be good hosts!
SATNAM SINGH: Don’t you worry about it, boss. I already got the confetti and the balloons. And I even got some fun little party hats. Mine doesn’t fit, but that’s okay.
Satnam pulls out a comically small party hat and places it on his head for a second, showing Danhausen that it doesn’t fit.
DANHAUSEN: Well, Danhausen appreciates the effort nonetheless! Party favors are a must for this evening’s celebration! What kind of cake did you order, Satnamhausen?
Satnam’s expression changed immediately to one of shock.
SATNAM SINGH: Boss…I didn’t…I didn’t know I was supposed to get a cake.
Danhausen’s eye twitches for a second, but he tries to keep his composure.
DANHAUSEN: Satnam, Danhausen knows that you’re new to being my henchmen, but you must understand something very important. Any sort of celebration that Danhausen hosts MUST have a cake present.
Danhausen has a look of disappointment on his face, but no one is more disappointed than Satnam Singh, who wears a massive frown.
SATNAM SINGH: I’m sorry, boss. I failed you.
Danhausen’s expression changes a bit, and it’s clear that Satnam is a little torn up about things.
DANHAUSEN: Oh, Danhausen can’t stay mad at you. Look at that smile! Alright, Satnam, you have a chance to make things up to Danhausen - - you must go acquire a cake big enough to feed the 15,000 that have gathered here in Sacramento to worship at Danhausen’s feet!
SATNAM SINGH: On it, boss!
Satnam doesn’t bat an eye at Danhausen’s ridiculous request. Instead, he simply runs out of the locker room to find a cake big enough to feed 15,000 people.
DANHAUSEN: And don’t come back until you find that cake!
Our cameras cut back to the commentary desk, where Wade Barrett’s face is buried in his hands.
MICHAEL COLE: Well, ladies and gentlemen, Satnam Singh is on a quest to find a cake to feed everyone here in the Golden 1 Arena! I hope it’s chocolate!
WADE BARRETT: What did I do to deserve this?
MICHAEL COLE: That cake has to be huge in order to feed fifteen thousand fans, Wade!
WADE BARRETT: Danhausen is absolutely nuts to think something like that can be pulled off. I swear, that man reaches new heights of insanity every time we see him!
MICHAEL COLE: Do you think he’ll be back in time to give some to Bo Dallas and Wheeler Yuta? They might want something to snack on after their match up next!
"Born in Battle" by Mikey Rukus begins to play as Wheeler Yuta emerges from backstage and stares out into the crowd. He sizes up the crowd for a moment as they boo him, after his assessment is done, he shakes his head and starts his walk down to the ring.
SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making his way to the ring, The Decoder Wheeeler Yuuutaaa!
MICHAEL COLE: Wheeler Yuta is young, but he’s been wrestling all over the world. Bo Dallas might seem like the sure thing, but from what I’ve seen of Yuta, he could surprise us. He seems to have experience far beyond his years from the stuff I’ve seen of his in-ring work.
WADE BARRETT: He’s going to need every bit of that experience he has, Cole. Bo Dallas can be a slippery customer; one never knows what angle he might be coming from or what tricks he might have up his sleeve.
As Yuta walks along the ring apron he appears to be going for a pose, but the lights suddenly shut off. Only the crowd sounds can be heard before a lantern lights up at the top of the stage and it’s set on a rocking chair. A hand reaches into the light and picks up the lantern to reveal the wicked smile of Bo Dallas to the crowd for the first time live in the arena since he signed.
SAMANTHA IRVIN: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, Booo Dalllaaas!
MICHAEL COLE: Bo Dallas is trying to keep his brother's legacy alive, and this most recent version of himself certainly keeps the vibes alive, Wade!
WADE BARRETT: I hate when the lights go out, Cole! I keep expecting to get ambushed by the nWo Elite, but it turns out it’s just another freak they let onto the superstar roster!
Dallas crawls his way down the ramp a bit as he keeps the lantern aloft to illuminate his way. He slowly stands taller and taller as he takes a slow deliberate pace to the ring and the evil looking grin never leaves his face. Wheeler Yuta looks a little curious, but his face doesn’t give any other emotions he might be feeling away as he watches Dallas crawl his way into the ring and lift his arms as the lights come back up and the crowds cellphone lights are put away now as Bo sets the lantern down for a ringside attendant to retrieve from the corner of the ring.
SINGLES MATCH
Just seconds after the bell rings, Wheeler Yuta confronts Bo Dallas. Wheeler Yuta begins to trash talk him before he taunts the crowd who boo him. Bo Dallas spins Wheeler Yuta back around and gets a chop across the chest before Wheeler Yuta tries to go for a German suplex. But it appears it’s far too early to catch Dallas asleep at the wheel, and Bo Dallas escapes out of it. Wheeler turns the hold into a kneeling fireman's carry takeover, and Wheeler Yuta locks in a chin lock. Bo Dallas feeds off the fans as they cheer to get him back up to his feet before he elbows himself free of Yuta’s grasp. Wheeler Yuta stops Bo Dallas in his tracks as he tries to get some speed as he meets him at the ropes with a knee lift, and now he hits the GERMAN SUPLEX he went for earlier! Bo Dallas clutches his gut while Wheeler Yuta kisses his own fist before he drops it on Bo Dallas, right between the eyes. Dallas gets back up in a daze, and Wheeler Yuta executes his enzuigiri on Bo Dallas! He goes for the pin, 1…2, and as Dallas kicks out, he applies a headlock on Bo Dallas to keep him grounded.
MICHAEL COLE: Wheeler keeping Dallas on his toes in this one!
WADE BARRETT: He’ll need to watch out for the technical expertise of Yuta it appears!
Wheeler brings Dallas up to his feet and goes for a suplex, but Bo Dallas escapes Wheeler's suplex by landing out on the apron and stops a hot shot on the ropes by uppercutting Yuta away. Dallas steps back into the ring and jumps onto Yuta’s back to catch him with a guillotine chokehold. Wheeler Yuta struggles and appears to lose his balance, but his technical expertise allows him to counter the hold as he wraps his arm around Bo Dallas’ head, gets his head below Dallas’ chin, and sits out to nail him with a jawbreaker that breaks the hold! Yuta whips Dallas into the ropes, and he rebounds into Wheeler Yuta's snap suplex! Yuta spins around and demands the fans applaud for him, but he only gets booed by them for his arrogance!
MICHAEL COLE: These fans are not digging what Yuta is doing right now!
WADE BARRETT: I think he’s great, Cole! What a first showing for a brand-new signee!
Yuta looks for a piledriver because of those boos, but Bo counters it into a back body drop and ignites a crowd pop! Wheeler holds his back as Dallas lifts Yuta up and nails him with a brainbuster! Dallas looks to capitalize as he goes in for the Mandible Claw, but Wheeler nails him with an eye poke to avoid the submission hold! Yuta looks to piledrive Bo again, but as Wheeler approaches, Dallas superkicks him and goes immediately into a snap suplex, but Yuta grabs the ropes almost immediately to stop it. Dallas realizes his mistake, pulls Wheeler away from the ropes, and hits the snap suplex this time! As Wheeler gets pulled back up, he has no interest in enduring it a second time and gets free from Bo as he nails him with a few elbows to the gut!
MICHAEL COLE: Dallas looked like he was getting the advantage but those are some hard elbow strikes to the gut!
WADE BARRETT: Yuta doesn’t want a loss in his first match in the WWE, Cole! What kind of impression would that leave?
Yuta fakes a superkick to make Dallas double over to duck and executes the quickest PILEDRIVER in history to a surprise small pop as he makes the cover, 1…2… a huge pop comes from the crowd now as Bo Dallas manages to kick out! Wheeler argues with the official for a second but picks Dallas up and climbs the turnbuckle with him in hand and nails an avalanche DDT from the second rope! Yuta makes the cover, 1…2…Bo Dallas kicks out on two, and Wheeler can’t believe it as he slaps the canvas in frustration! Wheeler slaps the back of Dallas’ head before he pulls him up off the canvas and flips him upside down in the tombstone position before he locks in a standing figure four leglock called the YUTA LOCK! Dallas is in immense pain as he dangles between Yuta’s legs with nowhere to go and no ropes to grab nearby! Dallas tries to keep his composure, but Yuta jerks at the hold to really crank up the pressure, and Bo has no choice; he taps!
WINNER
WHEELER YUTA
06:33 via SUBMISSION
SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here is your winner, The Decoder, WHEEELER YUUUTAAA!
MICHAEL COLE: The Yuta Lock looks absolutely miserable to be trapped in, Wade!
WADE BARRETT: Can you imagine the pain? Plus, you’ve got nowhere to go when he’s holding you in the air like that! You can’t even crawl for the ropes or anything!
Wheeler Yuta points to his head with a smirk to show how smart he is as Dallas grasps at his legs in pain. Yuta shoves Bo’s face with his foot in a show of arrogance before he turns and wipes his feet off towards Dallas. After Yuta exits the ring, he turns back, but the lights shut off and come back on again a second later, and Bo Dallas is gone! Wheeler’s confident look disappears now as he spins around quickly to check and make sure he isn’t going to get an attack from an angle he isn’t expecting! Yuta makes a quicker exit now, as he doesn’t feel quite as safe as he did a moment ago, as the cameras fade out to commercial.
Tune in next week as we continue on the road to Halloween Havoc!
