Monday Night RAW 5-13-2024

As we return from the commercial break, we see Stephanie McMahon strolling down the corridor with all the grace and poise you might expect from her, as she smiles at various co-workers as she makes her way to her office. She goes to take out her office key...but strangely, the door is already unlocked. She frowns for a moment but shrugs, figuring she just forgot to lock her door. But that hope ends soon, and we see why. There sat sitting in Stephanie McMahon's personal desk is The Women's Intercontinental Champion, Becky Lynch, her feet on the desk, making herself very comfortable indeed.

BECKY LYNCH: Gotta say, Steph, I like your gaff; very spacious. I miss the big dinosaur head on the wall, though; it has the subtlety and class I expect from your last name.

Her casual tone and relaxed posture on Stephanie's desk draws a few chuckles from the crowd. Stephanie, however, is not amused as she narrows her eyes and crosses her arms in front of her.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: Becky, what the hell are you doing in my office without my permission?

BECKY LYNCH: Permission?

Becky lets out a snort of amusement at the idea.

BECKY LYNCH: You must have me confused with one of your little dolls you got working for you here. I can do whatever you want, whenever I want, no one tells The Man what to do...

Becky suddenly swings her boots off the pristine office desk and gets on her feet.

BECKY LYNCH: But you want to know what I want? Fine, I'll cut to the chase.

All humor drains from her face as she steps into her boss's face, looking her up and down.

BECKY LYNCH: You and I got a problem. Ever since I got back, you've been stacking the deck against me; you changed my match at Night of Champions, you favored Chelsea Green all the way up to our title match, and as for the match itself, Jamie Hayter just happens to get involved after you made it a no-DQ match. And Jamie just HAPPENS to get a title shot right after she tries to take me out?

Becky adjusts her title belt.

BECKY LYNCH: : You know what I think? I think the Billion-Dollar Princess has some kind of vendetta against me. I don't know what I did or what your problem is with me. Hell, I know Hunter was the one to push for me to be signed. So, I'm done dancing around this; I want to know what your problem is.

Stephanie scoffs as she shakes her head.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: I don’t know what you’re talking about. First of all, it was Hunter who announced the change in your opponents at Night of Champions, not me. Second of all, Jamie Hayter made it clear that the reason she interfered at Backlash is because of the respect she has for Chelsea Green and the disdain she has for you. And speaking of Jamie, she’s the one who challenged you to a match at Unforgiven and you’re the one who accepted the challenge. I had no hand in that, that was all between you two ladies. All I’ve done is try to be friendly with you since Night of Champions and you’ve wanted no part of it. So, my hands have been tied. You don’t want me to be friendly towards you, then I won’t be friendly. But don’t try blaming me for the actions of others or the choices that you’ve made.

Becky's eyes narrow, taking a deep breath through her nose, her tongue stabbing the inners of her mouth as she tries to compose herself and looks her boss up and down as she does

BECKY LYNCH: Nah. I don't buy it. I don't know what your game is, but fair warning...but I ain't the type to play games with.

With that, Becky walks towards the office door and as her hand touches the knob, she stops and turns around to face Stephanie again.


BECKY LYNCH: Oh, FYI, you're out of snacks.

Becky smirks and turns back to the door, opens it, and steps out into the hallway, leaving Stephanie standing there with her mouth dropped open in shock as the cameras go back to ringside.



As the iconic intro of "Worlds Apart" by CFO$ hits the PA system, Sami Zayn bursts out from the back and onto the stage, just in time to pump his fists and shout "LETS GO-!". In perfect sync with the music and the audience. With his arms raised triumphantly above his head and clad in an "InZayne" t-shirt, Zayn strides purposefully down the ramp. His gaze is fixed on the ring ahead, his championship belt proudly displayed over his shoulder, and he high-fives excited fans along the barricades, showing a tangible connection with the crowd.

As he reaches the ringside area, Zayn pauses for a moment, the electric atmosphere of the arena buzzing around him. With a grin plastered on his face, he leaps onto the ring apron, gracefully sliding between the ropes and into the ring, the energy of the crowd fueling his every move.

Once inside, Zayn takes a moment to bask in the spotlight, raising his championship belt high above his head for the world to see. His music suddenly cuts off as he gets a mic from ringside. Smiling somewhat bashfully at the crowd chanting, he waits for the crowd to die down before beginning to speak.



SAMI ZAYN: Y'know, I once - -



It doesn’t take long at all for the familiar music to play, blasting out of the sound system as the leader of the family walks out onto the stage, with you guess it, his family at his side. He stares down into the ring and then begins to make his way down the ramp, not wasting a single second, as his sons walk up the steps, push down the ropes for him to slide in and walk into the middle, right to the man that holds the title that in his mind he will soon be taking.

CHRISTIAN CAGE: Here we are folks, a handful of weeks away from my moment. It has been one heck of a long road, and it hasn’t been easy. I am carrying the scars to prove it, a beaten and broken body as my payment. Twenty years wear and tear on me, but I am this damn close to getting what I want - - and it is all going to be worth it. I only wish I was facing someone - - better you know. Someone with pride, someone with passion, someone with - - I don’t know, a pair of balls, because Sami you are not that kind of man. My twenty-year journey to success deserved better than this. My long road to the top deserved someone that was going to give me the match of my life. Instead, I’ve got this. Sami Zayn - - a man so full of himself, so arrogant, so damn cocky that he does not even know the writing is on the wall, you have no idea how way over your head you are kid, the very definition of a paper champion.

He takes a moment to look Sami up and down lightly, not impressed, not impressed at all with what is standing before him. Nick Wayne is at his side as Christian Cage looks at his favored son, who in Christian’s mind looks bigger, stronger, faster, and all around better than this joke of a champion in the shape of Sami Zayn.

SAMI ZAYN: Can we....skip this part?

Sami suddenly pinches the bridge of his nose as if suddenly tired.

SAMI ZAYN: You know the part I mean. You come down here, look down on me, take some cheap shots. Tell me that my father's dead; the crowd goes, "Ohhhhhh-!" I take it personally, and you and your weird pseudo-family beat me up because that's your thing, right? That's your whole bit, huh?

Sami opens up his arms as if inviting Christian to go ahead if he wants.

SAMI ZAYN: Because we can do that if you want to go through the song and dance, but if you came down here looking for an actual conversation, then you're in luck because I have a lot of things I've always wanted to say to you.

Sami readjusts idly, adjusting the belt on his shoulder.

SAMI ZAYN: You make a lot of claims, Christian. That you deserve more respect, that you're an icon, that you're this and that...and you want to know the funny thing about that? I think you have a point.

A surprised murmur goes through the crowd that gives way to boos as Sami puts his hand out towards the crowd.

SAMI ZAYN: No, no, hear me out, guys, because the funny thing is, I agree with almost everything you say. You are underappreciated. You are an icon. I don't think people will truly realize how good you are until you're gone. Still, your impact on this business, Christian Cage, is something that can't be measured. Hell, I remember sitting in the basement of Kevin’s mom’s house eating pizza, watching you and Edge put on some of the greatest ladder matches of all time. I remember watching it and thinking, "Wow, I want to be like that one day". And the fact you're still doing this after all the aches and pains? That you still have a passion for this business? That's damn inspiring...so from one Canuck to another? You have my respect...but here's the thing though: if you've come down here to make some kind of point at my expense? You should really know how to pick your battles because you ain't the first person to look down at Sami Zayn, and you won't be the last...because you ain't the only person with something to prove.

Christian takes a moment and just chuckles as he looks Sami up and down, still not at all impressed.

CHRISTIAN CAGE: All of my claims, are nothing other than the truth, for two months, all that I have done here is win, over and over, time and time again, when it comes time to step up, I am the man who does just that.

I know your father is dead, but you don’t need to worry about me asking you if you need a father. You’re too old, too much damage, a lost cause as well, someone who has failed in life and now has managed to beat a juiced up idiot, on Prime of all things and you walk around here as if you have accomplished something of worth and value, I don’t think so.

He takes a moment to chuckle once more, as his eyes now focus on the one thing and the one thing that truly matters, the championship he holds.

CHRISTIAN CAGE: Me and you are nothing alike. Do you think I care that some nobody used to watch me? Do you think I want your respect? That what I meant to you matters? Hardly. The only thing that matters, the only thing I care about, is that title right there that you are holding. It is the only thing that matters to me right now and you are holding onto it which means, respect, liking, everything like that, goes right out of the window. The title is what I want, and you would be best to hand it over to me when the time comes. To fight me and even think you have a chance, when Okada, Orton, Page and countless others better than you, stronger than you, faster than you, thought the same and where are they all now? Gone, finished, kicked out by me because they could not cut it. But you, Sami, you are a father, you are a husband, you have a family, who love you, need you, and I can imagine, your child alone, because if you follow through and come at me, I will end you. And I know your wife will be crushed, dying of grief, leaving your child alone. And I might take pity on them, take them under my wing, and raise them right, seeing as you have failed at that, like you do with everything.

Instantly, Sami's face contorts with a mix of shock and anger. The blood drains from his face, and his eyes widen in disbelief as Christian crosses a personal line. His free hand clenches into a tight fist, the muscles in his arm visibly tensing. He takes a step back, a dark chuckle escaping his lips, a clear sign of his determination to retaliate.

SAMI ZAYN: You're good, I'll give you that, you are good. I came out here knowing your game. Knowing you'd try to get me mad, and sure enough, you got me mad! Even when I know that's just playing in your hands. Bravo. Truly. Well played.

Rather abruptly, Sami steps up to Christian. His face is devoid of humor, and his voice is cold.

SAMI ZAYN: I'm going to say this one time. You want to slap my hand away after I offer it? That's fine. To be honest, maybe I'm an idiot for expecting you to do anything else. You want to run down my career? Sure, go right ahead. You want to call me worthless? Trust me, I've heard that time and time again. You can say anything you like about me. I'm a big boy, and I can take it, but don't you EVER bring my family into this. And I realize that’s your thing. I realize you're just doing what you always do to get a rise out of people…but trust me; I'm the last person in the world you want to go down that road with. I don't care who you are, what you've done, and how many "Sons" you’ve got. If you mention my family again, you'll regret it, and I mean that.

Sami backs off momentarily, adjusting his belt on his shoulder.

SAMI ZAYN: This isn't about my son, my wife, this isn't even about you or me. This is about this title; this is about proving which one of us deserves to be Intercontinental Champion. And I promise you, if you think you can waltz on into Unforgiven and waltz out with this belt without breaking a sweat, then you don't know Sami Zayn, and you don't know how hard I will fight to make sure this title doesn't go anywhere. This title is my life, my blood, and I will do whatever it takes to keep it.

With that, Sami drops his microphone, the intensity blazing in his eyes. As “Worlds Apart” begins to play again, he raises the Intercontinental Championship into the air. Christian Cage simply smirks as he drops his mic as well, looking at his “sons” and nodding to them to leave the ring. As the trio exit just as they did a little while ago, Sami stares them down, keeping his championship raised in the air as the cameras shift back over to the commentary table.

MICHAEL COLE: Things have certainly started to heat up between Sami Zayn and Christian Cage, Wade!

WADE BARRETT: Christian has made things personal now, and I have a feeling he’s awakened a beast in Sami Zayn that he’s going to wish he hadn’t!

MICHAEL COLE: Both men have been on a roll lately, so this match at Unforgiven is going to be very interesting! But speaking of being on a roll, up next we have Jade Cargill, who had a very impressive win over Fallon Henley last week, taking on Maxxine Dupri!

We see Maxxine Dupri standing in the ring, looking nervous as she awaits her opponent. The lights go out and then suddenly…

A storm...is coming.

“Epic” by Mikey Rukus begins to play on the speakers and the crowd’s cheers turn into a more mixed reaction as a spotlight shines on the stage and Jade Cargill steps into the spotlight, flexing her arms to show off her biceps before bringing her arms down and striking a pose. As the lights come back on, she looks down towards the ring at Maxxine Dupri and smirks before making her way down the ramp.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring at this time, Maxxine Dupriii! And her opponent, making her way to the ring, That Bitch Jaaade Carrrgiiill!

MICHAEL COLE: Jade Cargill looks even more focused tonight than she did last week, Wade!

WADE BARRETT: She has championship aspirations, Cole, and she knows that this is just one step closer to getting what she wants!

Jade reaches the bottom of the ramp, looking at Maxxine Dupri who looks absolutely terrified. Walking over to the steel steps, Jade slowly, methodically makes her way up to the apron, staring Maxxine Dupri down before stepping through the ropes. Striding confidently to the center of the ring, Jade outstretches her hands once again as she strikes another pose as the fans continue to have a mixed reaction to her. As her music fades out, she slowly turns to look at Maxxine Dupri who has her hands up in front of her as she's already begging for mercy.

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The bell rings and Maxxine Dupri puts her hands up defensively before trying to run to the ropes and exit the ring, but Jade Cargill moves in a flash and grabs Maxxine roughly by the hair and drags her away from the ropes and to the middle of the ring!

MICHAEL COLE: Maxxine tried her best to run away, but Jade Cargill was just too fast!

WADE BARRETT: I don’t blame her for trying to run, Cole, Jade Cargill is absolutely dangerous!

Maxxine screams as Jade has her in the center of the ring and pulls her arms behind her, lifting her up into the air and then driving her down face first into the mat with Jaded! In one fluid motion, Jade turns Maxxine over onto her back and hooks her leg for the pin, 1...2...3! Jade Cargill with a quick, decisive win!



SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here is your winner, That Bitch, JAAADE CARRRGIIILL!

MICHAEL COLE: This was even quicker than her match against Fallon Henley!

WADE BARRETT: Jade Cargill continues to show that she’s a force to be reckoned with here in the WWE. I have a feeling it won’t be very long until we see gold around her waist!

”Epic” begins playing again as Jade Cargill laughs and gets to her feet, dusting her hands off as she can be seen saying “it’s too easy” and the referee raises her arm into the air. With a smirk, Jade flexes her arms once again before going over to the ropes, exiting the ring and hopping down to the arena floor, making her way up the ramp as she continues talking about how easy this match was. As she gets to the top of the ramp, she turns around to look at Maxxine Dupri again and laughs before turning and heading to the back.

The cameras now go to a smoky locker room. Dick Togo, Okada, EVIL, Kanemaru, and the rest of the House of Torture miscreants slouch about. Byron Saxton is awkwardly standing there, holding a microphone toward Okada. Kanemaru chuckles. Byron’s out of his element here. A disclaimer accompanies his obvious apprehension for this interview.

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BYRON SAXTON: So, Okada… it’s clear you’ve changed quite a bit recently. What’s inspired this new attitu-

OKADA: Next.

BYRON SAXTON: Uh… what?

DICK TOGO: He doesn’t like your question.

BYRON SAXTON: Well… I didn’t really get to finish it.

OKADA: Don’t care.

BYRON SAXTON: Uh… okay then. Well, you looked impressive last week during your Raw debut, picking up a pinfall before you eventually lost. What’s next for The Rainmaker now?

Okada scoffs.

DICK TOGO: Lost?! Did you say, “lost?!” The rainmaker didn’t lose! He didn’t tap out! Anyone with half a brain and a pair of working eyes could see that he was pounding his fists into the mat, not tapping out! He had the match won and then he got screwed over in favor of your precious little commentator!

OKADA: I felt no pain from that pathetic hold. Why would I tap?

BYRON SAXTON: I mean I’m pretty sure I saw you wincing and holding your l-

DICK TOGO: Shut your mouth! This isn’t your interview, it’s ours! As far as I and any other competent human being is concerned, House of Torture is undefeated so far in WWE.

BYRON SAXTON: Well, Okada certainly looked sharp in his debut but I can’t imagine anyone else would call him undefe-

DICK TOGO: Why are you talking?! Was that load of nonsense going to be a question?!

BYRON SAXTON: Well no but-

DICK TOGO: Then shut up and let somebody who isn’t a corporate puppet speak! We’ve been here for a week and my god are we already tired of all the ass-kissing and self-congratulatory BS. Who the hell wants to see Corey Graves wrestle other than the brown-nosers on commentary? How is Diesel even alive in 2024 much less wrestling on national television?! Which one of you executives used the scent of crack to lure Shawn Michaels out of his retirement home?! Why are you letting Dwayne Small Johnson back on my screen after the wet box office fart that was Black Adam?! At least somebody had the sense to get rid of Regal before he relapsed and pulled a Victory Road!

Byron starts to pull the microphone back after that last line, but dick refuses to stop his rather derogatory rant.

DICK TOGO: I’m not finished!… Who’s tuning in to see Triple H and Stephanie McMahon stroke their own egos on every show?! Can you two just divorce already? What have they ever done other than force people to sit through their melodrama every week? Have you ever seen a good Triple H match, Byron?

BYRON SAXTON: Uh… well I think he’s got a few classi-

DICK TOGO: The answer is no! No you have not. We, House of Torture, put on real wrestling clinics! None of these other has-beens should be on a television screen and they wouldn’t be if they didn’t spend all their careers patting each other on the back! I’m sick of it!

OKADA: No more. All above the age of 45, and all below the age of 30… you will regret ever stepping foot in my ring.

Kanemaru stumbles forward.

KANEMARU: But I’m above the age of 45.

OKADA: You don’t count. You give me free liquor.

Okada and Kanemaru share a nod before Byron tries to take back control of the conversation so he can conduct an actual interview.

BYRON SAXTON: Alright, let’s try and get back on track guys. Okada, we’ve established that you don’t think Corey Graves really beat you… but can you at least give him some credit? After such a long time away, his performance had to have been somewhat impressive to you, right?

Okada ponders that question. He prepares an incredibly eloquent and well-thought-out response.

OKADA: No.

DICK TOGO: Enough questions about that fraud! I’m more of a real wrestler than him. He sucks! His wife sucks! His kid sucks! Hopefully they all go outside and get hit by a bus. No more white families!

Byron looks back at the camera, eyes wide in shock as the disclaimer at the bottom of the screen starts flashing to further emphasize its statement.

DICK TOGO: You people gentrified most of this abhorrent country, but you won’t gentrify this ring. We’re here to put an end to all of you colonizers!

OKADA: The faces on your dollar bills will change from your so-called heroes to a real hero…me.

Byron looks about ready to skedaddle on out of there but Dick ain't having it.

DICK TOGO: Hold on I’ve got one last thing to say… rest in peace my dear friend O.J. Simpson!!! He had the right idea when he went and-

BYRON SAXTON: Aaaaaalright. I think we're done here.

Byron quickly puts the microphone down before the show gets taken off the air. Dick looks toward the camera and he’s about to scream something that will probably get the company in trouble with the FCC when the screen abruptly cuts to black.

The cameras now go to the interview section of the RAW set, where the seasoned interviewer Cathy Kelley is ready with her microphone. She stands next to Alexa Bliss, who, despite her usual confident demeanor, shows signs of inner tension. Her posture is slightly slumped, and there are subtle hints of fatigue in the faint dark circles under her eyes and the stress lines on her forehead.

CATHY KELLEY: Alexa, obviously, it's been a somewhat auspicious return for you. You spoke about your ambition of winning the titles, but you've been trapped in recent events, particularly involving the Unholy Union, that are quite frankly...bizarre.

Cathy raises the mic over to Alexa as she sighs in bemusement.

ALEXA BLISS: It really shouldn't have been like this; it certainly isn't how I imagined my return going. I'm embarrassed, to be honest, that once I came back…all this general weirdness followed me back. But I’m not giving up, not now, not ever. Look, I don't know what Isla Dawn and Alba Fyre's deal is or what issue they have with me. But if they have a problem. I say we work it out the old-fashioned way. None of this smoke and mirrors...spooky...witchy...mind game stuff, let's go out to the ring and just - -

The lights in the room suddenly flicker before shutting off totally for a split second. They come back to a normal setting and Alexa frowns in confusion and goes to finish her thought to Cathy, but when she turns around, Cathy isn't holding the mic anymore…it's The White Witch, Isla Dawn. As a sadistic smile takes her red lips, the scene takes a completely different form, creating an eerie atmosphere as the lights in the room slowly fade to black, and the spotlight is left on the two women standing in the middle of the backstage area in the darkness.

ISLA DAWN: And just what, exactly, Alexa? Dance?

With an almost graceful sweep of her hand, Isla sends her invitation to Miss Bliss. Alexa's eyes narrow at first as Isla offers her hand. There is a subtle tremble in her frame, her usually confident posture giving way to a slight sway as if pulled by an invisible force. The faint lines of fatigue on her face seem to deepen, accentuating the contrast against the stark light.

Her eyes, once filled with determination, now reflect a mixture of confusion and intrigue drawn into Isla's mesmerizing presence. Despite her inner turmoil, there's a strange calmness in her expression, as if surrendering to the surreal moment unfolding before her.

As Isla extends her hand, Alexa's own hand moves almost instinctively, reaching out to meet the invitation. The subtle flicker of uncertainty in her eyes is overshadowed by a newfound sense of curiosity and a willingness to step into the unknown.

ISLA DAWN: See. That's all you need to do, Alexa.

With the microphone disappearing, Isla twists Alexa's frame around and underneath her arm before hauling her body into hers. For a few seconds, Dawn has Alexa under her spell as the two are seen performing a waltz underneath the spotlight. With each graceful movement orchestrated by Isla, Alexa's movements become more fluid and more synchronized with the haunting melody of the waltz. Her body seems to respond effortlessly to Isla's lead.

ISLA DAWN: Embrace it! Dance with us into the abyss.

At these words, as suddenly as she was drawn into the dance, Alexa snaps out of the trance-like state with a sharp inhale, her eyes widening in realization. She forcibly pulls herself out from under Isla's spell, breaking free from the enchanting hold. The spotlight fades, and Alexa stands alone, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain her composure.

CATHY KELLEY: "Is everything ok?"

Alexa looks around, finding herself in the familiar surroundings of the interview space. She looks at Cathy, who seems unfazed by the interruption, almost as if she didn't even notice it. Alexa's eyes go wide, reeling from what just happened, before shaking her head.

ALEXA BLISS: I gotta go...

Without saying anything else, Alexa walks away, leaving Cathy confused.

CATHY KELLEY Was it something I said?

Shaking her head in bewilderment, Cathy turns to the camera and shrugs.

CATHY KELLEY Well, back to you guys at ringside I guess!

MICHAEL COLE: Is there a full moon or something tonight, Wade?

WADE BARRETT: Huh? Oh, sorry, I was browsing jobs on Indeed. This place is really starting to give me the creeps!

MICHAEL COLE: I don’t think you’ll be able to get out of your contract that easily, partner! Besides, why would you want to go anywhere when we have hard hitting action like the match we have coming up next? Diesel and Shawn Michaels are teaming up for the first time in over twenty years to take on Oba Femi and Will Hobbs of the Mogul Embassy. And, Wade, as we heard earlier in the evening, if Diesel and Shawn Michaels are victorious tonight, Diesel will get another chance to face Swerve Strickland for the WWE Championship at Unforgiven!

WADE BARRETT: You’re right, Cole, that’s enough to keep me around. I can’t wait to see how this plays out!

"A Soul for A Soul" blasts over the P/A system of the arena as Will Hobbs and Oba Femi make their way to the top of stage. Both men have the icy glares of stone-cold killers as they stare out at the fans who are none too pleased with their arrival. As they make their way down the ramp, they bark at the fans who try to touch them and Hobbs even raises up his hand as if to strike someone ,but merely laughs after they cringe in fear.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring, representing The Mogul Embassy, Wiiill Hooobbs and Ooobaaa Feeemiii!

MICHAEL COLE: These two are chomping at the bit to have their first opportunity to really prove themselves to their leader, Wade!

WADE BARRETT: There’s a lot on the line here for Swerve Strickland, putting his faith in his soldiers to take care of his business. With guys like Hobbs and Femi at his side, it's not that hard to imagine he's not too worried, though.

MICHAEL COLE: They certainly look ready to take on the world, but we'll find out when they face Michaels and Diesel just how ready they are.

The two men reach the bottom of the ramp and go to the steel stairs, stomping up to the apron and entering the ring. As they walk over to their corner, they begin to talk strategy with one another as they turn their attention towards the entrance ramp. As their music fades out, the sound of an engine roaring to life fills the arena as “Diesel Powered” hits the P/A system, and the familiar horn is heard as the fans pop huge as Shawn Michaels dances his way onto the stage and Diesel comes in right behind him as stoic as ever lifting up the “Too Sweet” for the crowd. Michaels gets down in front of him and throws his arms out at his sides before saying a little prayer and poses to the fans' delight showing off his still fit physique for his age.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And their opponents, Shawn Michaels and Diesel, Twooo Duuudes with Aaattituuude!

MICHAEL COLE: Wow, it’s deafening in here with the crowd at the arrival of Diesel and Michaels!

WADE BARRETT: I wish I could have gotten a reaction like this just once when I had my career, Cole!

MICHAEL COLE: Both of these men may like to have their fun, but they know that a lot is on the line in this match tonight. Michaels is backing up his long-time friend to make sure he gets the opportunity that he deserves.

WADE BARRETT: The real question on everybody’s mind is if these two can take on the much younger powerhouses waiting for them. Hobbs and Femi are nothing to turn your nose up at when it comes to wrestling ability, Cole.

As they reach the bottom of the ramp, they look at each other and nod as Shawn goes over to the steel steps and Diesel just pulls himself up onto the apron and steps over the top rope to enter the ring, as Shawn enters right behind him. As Diesel’s music fades, the two teams begin staring one another down, tension filling the air.

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Diesel exits the ring for Michaels to take center stage as Femi pounds his chest and tells Hobbs this one's his. Femi and Michaels circle each other for a moment before Femi comes in with a clothesline but it's ducked. Michaels gets a quick jab on him and then follows up with two more before hitting the ropes and coming back with a flying forearm that takes the big man down for a second. As he gets up, he nearly eats a quick Sweet Chin Music but rolls under Michaels, scoops him up from the side and hits a biel throw on Michaels. The smaller man looks taken aback by the show of strength for a second and doesn't see the grab coming for the one-armed pendulum backbreaker that flips him over the knee of Femi.

WADE BARRETT: Ohhh! That's got to hurt, Cole!

MICHAEL COLE: Femi is looking to make a name for himself and impress his boss, Strickland!

WADE BARRETT: With quick thinking and reaction times like that I don't see how he wouldn't impress!

As Michaels stirs, he immediately crawls towards his corner for the tag but just as he's about to reach it, Femi pulls him back by the ankle. Michaels is to his feet now as he turns and swings for a punch but a duck and a spin from Femi lands a rolling elbow to the side of Michaels’ head which rocks him into a stupor. As he fumbles around, he walks right into Femi who hits a belly-to-back suplex and goes for the cover, 1...2....3! NO! The shoulder is up at the last second, and Femi just shakes his head and lays a swift elbow to the side of Michaels head and lifts him back up. Femi lifts him up with both hands for a choke before tossing him back first into his team's corner and makes the tag to Hobbs.

MICHAEL COLE: Staying smart in this match, both men trying to keep Michaels isolated from his partner Diesel.

WADE BARRETT: It's almost like they're putting salt onto his still open wound from the match at Backlash where he almost had the WWE Championship in his grasp.

MICHAEL COLE: Strickland has to be loving what he's seeing so far, but I wouldn't count either Michaels or Diesel out at this point. He's come back from far worse situations in his career.

Femi and Hobbs are now stomping down on Michaels’ chest as they make him fall lower and lower in the corner. Hobbs now pulls him up out of it and tosses him almost nonchalantly into the middle of the ring before posing for the crowd who are raining down boos on his actions. Hobbs waves off the crowd as he picks up Michaels and scoops him into position for Town Bidness! He quickly makes the cover, 1...2, but the shoulder is up again from Michaels as Hobbs look back at Femi and then to the referee before slapping his hands to emphasize it goes 1, 2, and then 3.

WADE BARRETT: Clearly Michaels’ endurance is grinding a bit at the two Mogul Embassy members right now.

MICHAEL COLE: It would be wise of them to keep on the offensive instead of complaining.

Hobbs grabs Michaels up by the hair as the referee warns him to release it and as he does, Michaels goes for a kick, but it's caught by Hobbs. However, the other foot comes flying up for the enzuigiri and Hobbs and Michaels both fall flat to the canvas. Femi screams for him to get Michaels who is now crawling his way slowly towards Diesel. Michaels is only feet away now as Hobbs gets back to a knee and spots the trouble, quickly rushing forward to grab the ankle of Michaels as he pulls him forcefully back and waves a finger at Diesel to say that's not happening. Diesel shows his displeasure by yelling at Hobbs who merely laughs at the big man as he turns to keep Michaels out of that corner. Michaels is back to his feet, though, as both men pause for a moment.

WADE BARRETT: This looks like it could be trouble, Cole!

MICHAEL COLE: Michaels is clearly not going down without a fight here, Wade!

Michaels comes forward, but Hobbs meets him with a huge running body block that knocks the smaller man back into a roll as he tries to gather himself against the ropes. Hobbs slaps his chest a few times as he tells Michaels to try that again. Michaels rushes forward and gets hit with a second body block to the canvas again as he curses his luck expecting a different result. Shawn pulls himself up by the ropes again and motions for Hobbs to wait a moment as he slaps his chest and challenges Michaels again, this time however Michaels turns and kicks him straight under the chin with some Sweet Chin Music as the big man is out on his feet. Michaels isn’t sure what to do as he quickly consults Diesel who tells him to do it again. Michaels steps back and kicks forward again but it only seems to further the daze as Hobbs wobbles on his feet even more now. Shawn now runs to the ropes and comes flying back with a forearm smash that finally knocks the big man down as Michaels hooks the leg, 1…2…NO! A kick out and Michaels is shoved off the big man who gets to a knee as he shakes off the cobwebs.

WADE BARRETT: Did you see that, Cole? Two Sweet Chin Musics and Hobbs was still on his feet!

MICHAEL COLE: There’s too much on the line, Hobbs doesn’t want to be the man that upsets the apple cart for Swerve.

Michaels doesn’t hesitate though and grabs Hobbs around the waist before he nails an inverted atomic drop to the big man. As Hobbs feels the pain, he’s grabbed around the neck by Michaels who delivers a belly-to-back suplex with all the effort he can muster before he climbs to the top rope and comes flying off with a Diving Elbow Drop before going for the pin and hooking the leg once more, 1…2…NO! Shoulder up this time and Michaels can’t believe it now. Hobbs is already getting to his feet as Michaels stands in the corner and waits, stomping to the crowd's approval as he tunes up the band. Hobbs now turns towards Michaels as he rushes forward but a duck for the Sweet Chin Music attempt is quickly turned into a powerslam as Michaels turns around to keep the advantage and eats canvas instead. Hobbs and Michaels lay flat on their back as they breathe heavily from the effort both men have put in.

WADE BARRETT: Like two warriors just taking that breath while they can on the battlefield.

MICHAEL COLE: It’s certainly been a battle for both of them at this point, Michaels has been fighting to get to his corner and Hobbs is fighting to make sure he doesn’t.

WADE BARRETT: It’s only a matter of time before we find out just who is going to have the upper hand in the end.

Both men are now back to their feet and rush towards each other, but they collide in the center of the ring with a double clothesline that takes both men down. The crowd begins to cheer for Michaels to stir as he is the first to move and begins to crawl towards his corner and his big man of a partner, Diesel. Hobbs starts moving shortly after, but it seems he's the worst for wear as he's a step behind on his way to Femi. Michaels leaps forward to make the tag and Diesel is in, Hobbs finally tags in Femi and the two men rush to meet but a BIG BOOT blasts Femi down to the canvas. Diesel grabs up Hobbs who goes to help but gets hit with a walking sidewalk slam for his trouble! Femi is struggling to get up and Diesel puts him in position as he raises the "Too Sweet" hand gesture into the air and the crowd are absolutely roaring their approval as he lifts Femi up and drops him hard on his neck and shoulders with the JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB! Hobbs comes in for a strike but it's blocked by Diesel as he puts him in position and drops him with another JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB on top of his partner! Diesel now puts his foot on top of both stacked men as the referee counts 1....2....3!



SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here are your winners, Shawn Michaels and Diesel, TWOOO DUUUDES WITH AAATTITUUUDE!

MICHAEL COLE: A hell of a match here, Wade!

WADE BARRETT: Mogul Embassy almost had this one, they were robbed!

MICHAEL COLE: Robbed? Diesel and Shawn won fair and square! And now, Diesel has earned his opportunity to once again challenge Swerve Strickland at Unforgiven and Mogul Embassy does not look pleased.

WADE BARRETT: If you think Femi looks pissed now, wait till Strickland gets a hold of them!

Shawn Michaels and Diesel both ready themselves up in the center of the ring as Femi comes in to eat another Sweet Chin Music as he collapses to the canvas and Hobbs pulls him out of the ring as the two back up the ramp. Diesel throws up the "Too Sweet" hand gesture once again as Michaels poses in front of him before ushering at both men to come back and get some. Hobbs stops Femi from rushing forward though as he continues to pull him back further up the ramp, the two men sneering at the celebration going on in the ring as they make their way to the back.

The cameras now go to the backstage area where WWE Co-Owner Triple H is shown in his office at his desk as he looks over some papers for a moment with his glasses on. Sighing for a moment he picks up his cellphone and speaks.



TRIPLE H: Siri, call Maxwell...Jacob...Friedman.

As the phone rings, he waits patiently before on the third ring it's picked up and the familiar voice of MJF is heard.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Hunter, buddy, I didn't expect to hear from you so soon, what can I do for you?

Triple H takes the glasses off his face as he sets them down on the desk and sighs again.

TRIPLE H: Well, to be honest with you Maxwell, I've got a problem that's reared its ugly head and we need you to take care of it.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Listen, if I was there, you know I'd handle the problem right now easy peasy lemon squeezy but I'm not in Birmingham. Are you kidding me? The people there probably smell like sweaty ball sacks and rotten fish, if you catch my drift. You won't ever catch me in Alabama.

TRIPLE H: Well, this problem might interest you, Maxwell. It's about Jay White and he's got a lot to say about you, buddy. See, he wants to skip the whole process of dealing with us personally and instead he called you out directly for a match at Unforgiven.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: First of all Hunter, call me Max. I feel like we've become close enough that you and Stephanie have earned that right as my friends. Second of all, Jay White isn't a problem. He's what I like to call a means to an end. As in, it means once I beat him again and end him, there aren't going to be any more problems from Bullet Club Red. Where's Unforgiven taking place again?

TRIPLE H: Green Bay, Max. I know it's not on the list of the approved venues you gave us, but the sooner you deal with this, the better.

Hunter eagerly waits for a response as there's about thirty seconds of dead air except for the sound of background noise before he hears it.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: For Stephanie and for you, I'll take care of the issue so it's dealt with, and we can all move on. Listen, I've got a lot of stuff going on here. Call me when you get back to Greenwich, we'll do lunch.

TRIPLE H: Sounds good, Max, take care of yourself.

The line cuts off just at the tail end of Triple H's response as he shakes his head. Picking up his glasses once more, he puts them on as he looks at the papers in front of him again as the cameras shift over to Cathy Kelley who is standing by with CM Punk and Stevie Richards.[/font]

CATHY KELLEY: Gentlemen. Certainly, a lot has to be running through your heads tonight as the Young Bucks prepare to wrestle JaceU.

STEVIE RICHARDS: Thank you, Cathy, for giving us a chance to speak our minds. You know, right now…we can’t go anywhere or do anything without people asking us what we think about the Young Bucks…so, we will tell you…

CM PUNK: You know… I think the Bucks are under the impression that because they’ve got our championship belts around their waists…because they’re the executive vice presidents of a company that no one cares about…they seem to think that they’ve done something in their careers to somehow warrant themselves being above the rules of this sport.

STEVIE RICHARDS: Matt…Nick…Referee Ricky Knox…we will be watching. And if we have to play by the rules…so do you.

CM PUNK: And we are going to be sure of it. We are going to be watching.

STEVIE RICHARDS: Screw us once…shame on you.

CM PUNK: Try and screw us twice…and it’ll be time for the two of you and everyone you know and love in this business to GO TO SLEEP!

STEVIE RICHARDS: Because if the Young Bucks can beat us in a fair fight…

CM PUNK: Then we don’t deserve those championship belts…and we don’t deserve to call ourselves The Best Tag Team in the World. You know, I've always said that success is based on your perspective…and from Stevie and my perspective…the Young Bucks haven’t done anything to deserve to call themselves the WWE World Tag Team Champions.

STEVIE RICHARDS: The Young Bucks have no respect for this business. For this sport. Or for the art of tag team wrestling.

CM PUNK: When I want something bad enough, I am the most relentless man on the planet. And I will not stop until I get it! And the truth is, Stevie and I will have the tag team championship belts around our waist again. But when we do…it'll be because we won them back fair and square…tell me when I’m telling lies, Cathy Kelley.

With that, Punk and Stevie exit the frame, leaving Cathy Kelley to watch them as the cameras go back to ringside.

WADE BARRETT: Who would have thought that two guys like CM Punk and Stevie Richards would be such stickers for the rules?

MICHAEL COLE: Fair is fair…and that’s all Punk and Stevie are asking for. And speaking of The Young Bucks, it’s now time for our main event as our “esteemed” WWE Tag Team Champions go up against the team of Andre Chase and Duke Hudson, otherwise known as JaceU! A win here tonight for JaceU could really shake things up in the tag team division.

WADE BARRETT: Not going to be so easy though as Nick and Matt Jackson have been on a run as of late.

MICHAEL COLE: They won the titles at Backlash and while not everyone may agree, it was in a rather controversial fashion.

WADE BARRETT: Oh, you guys keep saying that, but Rick Knox is an official WWE referee. What is so controversial about it?

MICHAEL COLE: It can’t be understated the relationship Knox seems to have with the Jackson brothers, Wade. I also can’t help but notice who the referee is for this main event.

WADE BARRETT: Oh, come off it. Yes, the referee is Rick Knox but he was assigned to the match by management. Your tinfoil hat is cutting the circulation off to the critical thinking part of your brain, Cole. If you had one to begin with.

MICHAEL COLE: All I’m saying is that Knox is someone to keep an eye on. Did you see the finish to the Austin Theory match on Heat?

WADE BARRETT: Enough about Rick Knox, this tag team match is about to start!

The theme for JaceU hits and the crowd cheers as Andre Chase and Duke Hudson step out to the top of the ramp with Jacy Jayne in tow. The trio are all smiles as they point out to the crowd and make their way down the ramp.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, led to the ring by Jacy Jayne, the team of Andre Chase and Duke Hudson, Jaaace U!

WADE BARRETT: Jace University looking ready for this one tonight. Jacy has them laser focused.

MICHAEL COLE: This would be a great step for them financially. I’m sure Andre is locked in for this one.

JaceU gets to the bottom of the ramp and Chase and Hudson go up the steel steps to the apron while Jacy Jayne takes her place at ringside. The two men enter the ring, raising their arms in the air to more cheers from the fans before they turn their attention to the entrance area. “Superkick Party” begins to play, and the fans now erupt in boos as the WWE Tag Team Champions make their way to the top of the ramp. Looking out at the crowd with cocky smirks, the brothers hit their signature pose as confetti streamers explode around them.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And their opponents, the WWE Tag Team Champions, Nick and Matt Jackson, the Youuung Buuucks!

MICHAEL COLE: The WWE Tag Team Champions, the Young Bucks…is that a sentence you thought you’d ever hear, Wade?

WADE BARRETT: I knew we’d hear it as soon as they arrived here. All these guys do is win.

MICHAEL COLE: Hard to argue with that. It’s been a heck of a run since their arrival.

The champions get to the bottom of the ramp, and they stop and turn to look at each other, giving each other a nod before they turn their attention back to the ring and hop up on the apron in unison. They enter the ring and walk to the center, taking the championships off from around their waist and raising them into the air, talking trash to their opponents as their music begins to fade out.

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The tension is palpable in the arena as the crowd roars with anticipation. In one corner stands the dynamic duo of Matt and Nick Jackson, famously known as the Young Bucks, exuding confidence with every step they took. Opposite them, Andre Chase and Duke Hudson, two formidable opponents, are ready to prove their mettle in the ring. Referee Rick Knox is the official for this match as mentioned by commentary before the start of this one. Knox checks the members of JaceU for any kind of foreign objects but doesn’t find any. Knox looks over at the Young Bucks and asks if they have any weapons on them and they both say no without Knox officially checking them. Now Knox turns his attention to Jacy Jayne outside the ring and points at her. Jayne seems confused as to what is happening and Knox points to the ramp and tells her to get out the ringside area! Jayne yells back at him, asking what the reasoning is for this, but Knox just shakes his head and tells Jayne to leave.

MICHAEL COLE: This referee, Wade. Rick Knox has just removed Jacy Jayne from the ringside area without anything happening.

WADE BARRETT: A wise decision, Cole. You have to get out in front of these things. Stopping a problem before it’s a problem.

MICHAEL COLE: I’m not one to take Jacy’s side in some things but this seems a little presumptuous and ridiculous.

WADE BARRETT: You have been out to get Rick Knox since he got to WWE and frankly, I’m getting a little sick of it!

As the bell rings, the match kicks off with explosive energy. The Young Bucks waste no time, launching into their signature high-flying maneuvers and lightning-fast tag-team exchanges. Their agility and synchronicity are on full display as they keep Chase and Hudson on their toes. However, Chase and Hudson are no strangers to competition. With their size advantage and brute strength, they quickly gain control of the match, using power moves to ground the Bucks and wear them down. Andre Chase's technical prowess complements Duke Hudson's raw power perfectly, as they execute a series of devastating slams and holds. But the Young Bucks aren't about to back down. With resilience born from years of experience, they fight back with a flurry of kicks, flips, and aerial assaults. The momentum swings back and forth as each team refuse to yield an inch.

MICHAEL COLE: A lot of good back and forth in this one early on. Two quality tag teams here.

WADE BARRETT: I’ve never seen a Young Bucks match that didn’t impress me. JaceU is holding their own though.

It’s Matt Jackson in the ring now against Andre Chase, controlling the match with a headlock locked in on him. Chase shoves him off, towards the ropes. Andre tries to get him with a hip toss but as Matt goes up and over, he lands on his feet, running towards the ropes and bouncing off them and jumping, driving a high dropkick right into Andre Chase’s face. Matt lifts him up, grabbing him around the waist and hoisting him up and over with a Northern Lights suplex! A lot of the nation got a chance to see the northern rights in the last few days but here’s a great view of it for you as well! Matt Jackson keeps the hold on, flipping over two more times with two more Northern Lights suplexes and bridging the final one into a pin. Knox makes the count, but Andre gets his free hand into the ropes and the break is called for on the pin. Matt seems annoyed, sitting up and smacking his hands together three times. The referee points at the ropes where Andre still has a grip on it. Jackson rolls his eyes.

WADE BARRETT: Would a partial ref have shown them that there was a rope break there?

MICHAEL COLE: One good call doesn’t make him impartial.

Matt tags Nick into the match but Chase makes it to the corner as well, tagging in Duke Hudson. Hudson tries to catch Nick off guard, coming in with a forearm and then another forearm shot to Nick. Jackson is staggered as Duke whips him into the neutral corner, but Nick reverses it and Duke goes slamming into the turnbuckles. Nick meets him immediately with a clothesline right as Duke’s back hits the corner! Duke comes stumbling out of the corner as Nick hops up on the second rope, taking off and grabbing Duke around the head, driving it into the mat with a big-time bulldog! Nick goes for a quick pin. Feels like a slightly quicker count than normal. 1.2.No! Hudson barely gets a shoulder up. Nick is annoyed by that, as the Jackson brothers usually are after a two count. As Nick argues with referee Rick Knox, he’s rolled up from behind! Hudson has him! The referee makes a count…and it’s quite a slow one! 1…….2…….No! A shoulder up and a full-on kick out from Nick Jackson. Hudson looks over at the referee with a confused look at the slow count.

MICHAEL COLE: How’s that for impartial?

WADE BARRETT: One Mississippi! Two Mississippi! That’s the standard, no? Even here in Alabama!

Hudson is back up to his feet but so is Nick Jackson! Jackson grabs Hudson from behind and rushes him towards the ropes, sending him through the middle ones to the outside! Hudson lands in a thud on the floor and Nick tags Matt back into the match. The referee starts making the ten count and it’s a rather quick one. 1.2.3.4.5.6 - Chase sees this and jumps off the apron, quickly grabbing Hudson and rolling him back into the ring before the very quick ten count. Matt Jackson is there to meet him now, pulling Hudson back up to his feet and walking him over to the corner. He goes to whip him across the ring but Hudson drills Matt with a headbutt, knocking him back! Before Duke can capitalize, Rick Knox steps between him and Matt Jackson and admonishes him for using his head as a weapon!

MICHAEL COLE: What is this all about!? He’s admonishing Duke Hudson for using a headbutt!?

WADE BARRETT: Do you know how dangerous a move like that is?

MICHAEL COLE: Hey, what’s going on here!? CM Punk and Stevie Richards have arrived! And it looks like they’ve had enough!

WADE BARRETT: They’re sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong!

Punk and Stevie are indeed down the ramp and after Knox gets done chastising Duke Hudson, Punk grabs Knox around the ankle and pulls him out of the ring! Knox seems confused by this as he turns to see Stevie Richards and CM Punk facing him! The crowd erupts in cheers as The Greatest Tag Team in the World is giving Knox the business now. Seemingly telling him to call it down the middle, which Knox claims that he is! Nick Jackson is in the ring now with Matt, yelling out at Punk and Stevie to let the referee back into the match. Now Punk and Stevie are arguing with Nick and Matt Jackson in the ring. There’s a lot of back and forth going on. Knox tries to get back into the ring, but Punk has a hold of him by the collar, not letting him move.

WADE BARRETT: This is absolutely ridiculous, Cole! Punk and Stevie are leading the conspiracy theorists by coming out here and interfering in this one!

MICHAEL COLE: Referee Rick Knox’s officiating has clearly favored the Young Bucks, Wade! And it would seem that Punk and Stevie have seen enough.

WADE BARRETT: You cannot just accost a referee like this!

MICHAEL COLE: You call them conspiracy theorists but they’re just on a fact-finding mission at this point.

Back in the ring, Nick Jackson is grabbed from behind by Andre Chase and dumped over the top rope! The crowd cheers this move as Matt turns around, completely confused by all the chaos going on around him. Chase can’t even react quick enough after he dumps Nick Jackson as he turns and gets a SUPERKICK right to the face for his trouble! Chase is down in a heap! Matt turns his attention back towards the confrontation going on outside the ring, but as he does that, he’s rolled up from behind tightly by Duke Hudson! Hudson has a hold of the pinfall move tightly but Punk doesn’t see it to let Knox go in and make a pinfall count! Down the ramp comes another referee! He slides into the ring and makes the count on the pin. 1….2….3! They’ve done! JaceU has done it!



MICHAEL COLE: What…what did we just see? Did Jace University just beat the tag team champions?

WADE BARRETT: There’s your new conspiracy, Cole! That referee had no business coming in down here! Knox had it under control! Punk should have unhanded him!

MICHAEL COLE: Wait a second. Now Knox is talking with the referee who just ran down while Punk and Stevie are getting their words in as well!

Knox is indeed getting in the referee’s face who came running down the ramp and made the pinfall count. The Bucks seem beside themselves in the ring as JaceU can hardly believe what’s just transpired as well. Punk is trying to get in between Rick Knox and the referee who just showed up but Knox has had enough. He goes over to the timekeeper’s area and starts talking with them and Samantha Irvin.

SAMANTHA IRVIN: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Rick Knox…has REVERSED the decision. The winners of this match by disqualification, Nick and Matt Jackson…The YOUUUNG BUUUCKS!



MICHAEL COLE: What in the world did we just see!? A travesty of justice, Wade!

WADE BARRETT: More like a referee doing his job! Rick Knox has said the Young Bucks win this one!

MICHAEL COLE: I have seen enough tonight to say that Rick Knox should not be refereeing Young Bucks’ matches!

WADE BARRETT: Punk and Richards came down and basically assaulted Knox! That’s a blatant and clear disqualification, no matter who you are!

MICHAEL COLE: How does Knox justify giving the match to the Bucks because of that!? Punk and Stevie weren’t interfering on anyone’s behalf!

WADE BARRETT: But they did interfere! And that’s enough for a disqualification!

JaceU tries to plead their case to the referees, but Rick Knox is already going back up the ramp. Punk and Stevie look on from outside the ring, an absolutely baffled and disgusted look on their faces. As JaceU pleads their case, they turn their attention back to the Young Bucks but it’s too late. SUPERKICK to Andre and Duke right across the chin, taking both men down!

The Bucks hold up their hands in celebration as Stevie and Punk have seen enough. They slide into the ring, but Nick and Matt slide out the other side, running away from them. They back up the ramp, holding the tag titles over their heads and Punk and Stevie yell out at them.

MICHAEL COLE: This is far from over for these two tag teams. The Bucks are going to have hell to pay eventually.

WADE BARRETT: Punk and Stevie should be suspended for assaulting a referee!

MICHAEL COLE: You cannot be serious!

WADE BARRETT: I am!

MICHAEL COLE: Nick and Matt may have gotten away tonight but there’s going to come a time.

WADE BARRETT: We’ll see about that!

MICHAEL COLE: That’s it for us tonight, folks. Thank you for tuning in to Monday Night RAW, tune in next week to find out what happens as we make the final stop before Unforgiven!

The scene fades with Nick and Matt Jackson holding up the tag team titles at the top of the ramp.