Monday Night RAW 7-29-2024

As the opening video package ends, pyro explodes on the stage as the crowd in Glendale, Airzona is erupting in cheers. The cameras pan through the crowd, showing off various signs reading things like “#ChampChels”, “Justice For Michael Cole!”, “I Want To Ride The Ho Train!” and more. After doing a pan of the Desert Diamond Arena, the cameras settle in on the commentary table where we see a solemn looking Wade Barrett all on his own.



WADE BARRETT: Ladies and gentlemen, we are live here from Glendale, Arizona for Monday Night RAW! My name is Wade Barrett and I want to take this time to wish my broadcast partner, Michael Cole, a speedy recovery. I know we’ve had our differences in the past and haven’t always got along but I miss you, pal. Get better.

There’s a quick pause as he gives the camera a pained smile before continuing.

WADE BARRETT: We’ve got a heck of a card here tonight. We’re going to see Ms. Money in the Bank in action tonight as Dakota Kai takes on Lola Vice as well as an interesting main event between Bron Breakker and John Cena. Christian Cage, Jacob Fatu, Hurricane, Adam Cole, Jamie Hayter and many more here in action tonight. This crowd is electric and ready to get things underway!

The crowd’s cheers immediately turn to boos as The Young Bucks’ music hits the P.A. system. ‘Superkick Party’ blares through the speakers as the crowd is vehemently booing Nick and Matt Jackson. They appear at the top of the ramp and give their signature pose, flexing to each side as confetti flies off around them.



The Bucks start making their way down to the ring as the crowd is letting them have it.

WADE BARRETT: Not exactly how I wanted to start this show, if I’m being honest. These two decided to come out last week and make a statement to end Monday Night RAW. They decimated Austin Theory and Jay White, put Michael Cole on the mend and even threatened a defenseless Samantha Irvin. Truly two very sad men coming down to the ring right now.

Nick and Matt get to the ring and step through the ropes. They ask for microphones from the ringside crew and are handed two of them as their entrance music fades.

NICK JACKSON: What a show last week, huh?

The crowd is not having any of this already.

MATT JACKSON: Anything interesting happen last week to end Monday Night RAW?

NICK JACKSON: Any announcers have to go to the hospital or anything?

WADE BARRETT: Couple of jerks is what they are.

Matt and Nick both give Barrett a smug grin before turning their attention back to the hard camera.

NICK JACKSON: Okay, enough messing around. I’m sure there are some people out there with some questions that want answers.

MATT JACKSON: Not that any of you deserve an answer to anything.

NICK JACKSON: Last week on RAW, we came out and we made a statement. We finally put our foot down.

MATT JACKSON: It’s been, what? Seven or eight weeks since we lost the tag team titles in the empty arena match? You all probably thought and hoped we had fallen off the face of the Earth after that, huh?

WADE BARRETT: We hoped that was the case.

The crowd continues to boo as it becomes louder and louder with each passing second.

NICK JACKSON: We won’t lie to you, we thought about it. We thought about just riding off into the night and retiring on our piles and piles of money. We came here and we set out what we wanted to do. We won the WWE Tag Team Championship. That made us champions in each and every place we went. No one else in the history of tag team professional wrestling can say that. We are one of a kind and we proved it. We were more than happy to say we did it and leave.

MATT JACKSON: That, however, was not good enough for us.

NICK JACKSON: Not at all.

MATT JACKSON: We took a look at the lay of the land here in WWE and we decided we wanted more. We don’t want to just dominate the tag team division, we want to dominate WWE.

NICK JACKSON: It was tough sitting at home, I won’t lie. Seeing guys like Mankind and Diesel have levels of success here in the ring, it was a little sickening.

MATT JACKSON: Not to take away anything from either of those men. They put in their time and deserve the success they’ve accomplished. They just deserved it in the mid to late nineties and not here in 2024.

NICK JACKSON: Guys like Corey Graves and Seth Rollins should be climbing all over themselves to take these guys down and take this business back for themselves. There’s a level of pride that goes into being the best and one has to wonder if there's a sense of that at all in this place. I mean, take a look at this roster and the amount of old timers looking to come make one last run at everything because the young guys don’t have enough energy to even give a damn.

MATT JACKSON: It’s a valid point. Men like Goldust, The Godfather and The Hurricane run rampant here like it’s 1998 while the members of Meta-Four - men who could very well be considered the future of this business - can’t be bothered to seize the opportunity to put these old farts out of commission for good.

NICK JACKSON: There is no level of respect or pride in that locker room. It’s a flat out embarrassment. Mostly because everyone has their head stuck up their own asses back there. You think anyone tonight is gonna say a damn word about Michael Cole not being here? About the pain and punishment we put Austin Theory and Jay White through last week? No, people back there in that locker room only care about one thing and one thing only. Themselves. They have their earbuds in, not even listening to a word we’re saying right now. There are people back there who have no idea about Michael Cole being injured and out!

MATT JACKSON: We get it, though. Why would anyone want to take the time to care about anyone else? Guys like Vampiro have their own stuff to worry about with Jacob Fatu and Paul Heyman. Why should they give a damn about Theory or White getting their asses kicked by us?

NICK JACKSON: Because there’s going to come a time when it’s them getting their asses kicked and if you’re going to try to stop us, now is the time to do it. Because from this point forward, we are only going to get stronger and stronger until there’s absolutely no way anyone can stop us.

MATT JACKSON: Just like the end of last week’s RAW, this is your warning, WWE roster. Don’t think we’ve forgotten about you all in the women’s division, either. Your time is coming too. You have no idea. None of you have any idea what’s coming. What’s abundantly clear is that there is no one back there right now that gives a damn. We’ve been tearing down the whole WWE roster for minutes now and no one’s entrance has started to play. No one has made their way down here to try and shut us up. The way I see it, that means one of two things. Either no one back there is listening or cares or no one back there has the balls to come out here and stop us!

Suddenly, ”Welcome to the Queendom” hits the P.A. system and the crowd turns their collective heads towards the entrance ramp as Stephanie McMahon appears through the curtain! She starts making her way down to the ring with an aggravated and serious look on her face. The crowd cheers loudly at her appearance.



WADE BARRETT: No offense to the woman who signs my checks, but this is an ovation for her that I never thought I’d hear. This crowd is absolutely beside themselves at Stephanie McMahon walking down to the ring to confront the Young Bucks.

Stephanie steps into the ring and she’s handed a microphone. Nick and Matt seem annoyed by her appearance.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: Let’s not waste any more time starting this show. Nick and Matt Jackson, your actions last week to end RAW were reprehensible, absolutely vile, and an embarrassment to the WWE as a whole. That is why going forward, you both will be suspen - -

She’s interrupted by Nick Jackson.

NICK JACKSON: I’d choose your next words lightly, Stephanie.

MATT JACKSON: Steph?

NICK JACKSON: Stephy?

MATT JACKSON: Mrs. Helmsley?

Stephanie is not amused at all.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: Ms. McMahon-Helmsley will be just fine.

NICK JACKSON: Steph, you might want to stop yourself before you make a huge mistake. You see, when you were getting everything set in place and ready for the rebirth of the WWE, Matt and I were making sure our future was secure and stable.

MATT JACKSON: You and your husband made the greatest decision of your lives when you signed The Young Bucks to your roster.

NICK JACKSON: A never before seen move in the history of pro wrestling. A signing people assumed they’d never see. Pundits claimed it might very well be the death of professional wrestling when Nick and Matt Jackson step into a WWE ring.

MATT JACKSON: So, while you were setting the table for the comeback of the century, Nick and I had our legal team slip a clause into our contract that you signed off on.

Stephanie’s face looks confused now before her eyes narrow in anger as she tries to figure out what they’re talking about.

NICK JACKSON: You see, there’s a clause in our contracts that says if we are fined, suspended or sent home without pay, our contracts are null and void and terminated.

Stephanie almost doesn’t believe what they’re saying. She waits a second before responding.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: So you’re saying that if I fine or suspend you, you’re both fired?

MATT JACKSON: That’s right.

A small wry smile grows into a large one across Stephanie’s face.

NICK JACKSON: We figured that’d be your reaction, but you need to think about the consequences and the waterfall effect from that potential action, Steph.

MATT JACKSON: You see, while it’s taboo to mention the name AEW on your show, you have to admit the truth when it’s staring you in the face. Your rebirth has come off the heels of the work and men we built into champions. Men like Swerve Strickland and Christian Cage. Where do you think Serena Deeb cut her teeth?

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: If you’re threatening to leave and start a new wrestling promotion, I seek to remind you of the failure you had last time you did that. That was a colossal financial failure for you all, wasn’t it?

The crowd shockingly gasps as Steph and the Bucks go back and forth.

MATT JACKSON: It’s not about the money, Steph.

NICK JACKSON: We have more money than we know what to do with.

MATT JACKSON: For every failed wrestling promotion we have that ends, we’ll open two more and we’ll take each and every person that puts money into your bank account with us. We will take the stars we created and make them bigger stars. We will personally be responsible for the death of the WWE if our contracts are terminated. That’s a promise.

Stephanie gives Nick and Matt one of the most angered glares we’ve ever seen her give anyone. There’s a silence between them for a few seconds as Stephanie tries to choose her next words wisely.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: I’m going to have my legal team look over your contract and it will get fixed. And when it’s fixed, you are both going to be suspended until your contracts expire. Do I make myself clear?

NICK JACKSON: Crystal!

MATT JACKSON: While you’re busy looking over the pages and pages of paperwork you have to go over, Nick and I feel like doing something a little different tonight.

NICK JACKSON: We want to expand our skillset.

STEPHANIE MCMAHON: If you’re looking for a match, I’d love to - -

She’s interrupted again, much to her chagrin.

MATT JACKSON: No, nothing like that. We were thinking more like…commentary.

The Bucks look over at Wade, whose eyes widen in shock.

WADE BARRETT: They can’t be serious.

NICK JACKSON: Yeah, I think we’re gonna do commentary tonight in Michael Cole’s place.

MATT JACKSON: May he recover quickly.

NICK JACKSON: And remember Steph, there’s nothing you can do to stop us.

Nick and Matt drop their mics and head down to the commentary table as Stephanie watches them without moving.

WADE BARRETT: This has to be a joke. Surely there’s something Stephanie can do here.

Nick and Matt sit on each side of Wade, putting him in the middle of the commentary table. They put on their headsets and Wade’s face goes from angered to defeated rather quickly.

NICK JACKSON: Wade, how we doing, pal?

WADE BARRETT: Get bent, Bucks.

MATT JACKSON: Now, that’s no way to treat your broadcast partners for the night!

NICK JACKSON: We got an amazing show for you tonight! Schmucks up and down the card tonight vying for positioning for a championship they’ll never win!

MATT JACKSON: It should be an exciting one, Nick! Wade, who do we have first tonight?

WADE BARRETT: I’m not doing the show with either of you. Get the hell out of here.

MATT JACKSON: I promise, we will get better at commentary as the night goes on, Wade! Can’t do worse than that idiot you normally work with.

NICK JACKSON: I think it’s Hurricane against Jacob Fatu from this show order sheet here on the table.

MATT JACKSON: That should be fun. The Hurricane! I hope Gregory Helms is watching closely backstage.

Matt winks towards the camera as Wade looks like he’s dead inside.

WADE BARRETT: Let’s just get this bloody show over with.

NICK JACKSON: That’s the spirit, Wade!

“Eye of The Hurricane” blares over the P/A system now as The Hurricane practically glides out to the top of the stage holding his cape as he poses with his hands on his hips for the crowd. The crowd are absolutely eating up his appearance as they cheer for the superhero of the WWE! A determined and serious expression is on his face as he makes his way to the ring.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, The Huuurricaaane!

NICK JACKSON: You know, I just feel safer knowing The Hurricane is here.

MATT JACKSON: He's not the hero we need right now but he's the hero WWE deserves. He's the dar - -

WADE BARRETT: Hurricane seems focused out here tonight but he's got his hands full.

MATT JACKSON: He's the dark knight. Don't cut me off, Wade.

WADE BARRETT: This is going to be a long night.

The crowd cheers for The Hurricane as he makes his way down to the ring, he strides towards it almost as though he's stalking some invisible archenemy. However, it's not long before he spots a child in the front row, who he gives a replica of the mask he's wearing before posing in front of them with a thumbs up for a photo. Now stepping his way up the ring stairs, he slips into the ring quicker than a flash and runs to the turnbuckle corner as he "flies" into position and poses for the fans who pop loudly for him.

MATT JACKSON: What a memento for that kid! That's going to be worth at least, what? Three? Four dollars on eBay? Collectors gonna collect!

NICK JACKSON: Still worth more than most WWE trading cards.

WADE BARRETT: It's great to see The Hurricane back in WWE.

”Hail to The King” by Avenged Sevenfold plays over the P/A system as Jacob Fatu marches his way onto the stage, screaming out towards the crowd as he spreads his arms wide. As he makes his way down to the ring, he isn’t lumbering like a man of his size usually does. Instead, he’s got more of a steady but quick stride that gives away how deceptively fast his mobility can be.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, the Samoan Werewolf, Jaaacooob Faaatuuu!

NICK JACKSON: Okay, this guy actually scares me.

WADE BARRETT: As he should. He has no regard for anyone else.

NICK JACKSON: He has one thing on his mind and it's destruction.

MATT JACKSON: So this match is a werewolf and a superhero?

NICK JACKSON: It would seem so.

A fan reaches out towards him, but he merely fakes them out by lunging forward as they cower in fear of him. Stomping his way up the ring steps, he steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle as he spreads his arms once again for the crowd to bask in his glory.

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Jacob Fatu wastes no time and charges in and spins The Hurricane with the strength of his lariat! As Hurricane backs into the turnbuckle corner, Fatu begins to lay into him in the corner with boots to the ribs of Hurricane looking to wear him down! The official warns Fatu about his conduct and The Samoan Werewolf breaks the count by backing off…before clobbering Hurricane with a brutal running HIP ATTACK! As Hurricane slumps into the corner, Jacob drags him out by the leg and makes the cover as he presses an elbow into the ribs of Hurricane, 1…2…HURRICANE KICKS OUT!

WADE BARRETT: Jacob Fatu is coming out of the gates aggressive and I would expect no less from him.

NICK JACKSON: Have you ever seen a man ripped in half? Because I think that may be where we're going with this one.

Fatu now smirks to himself as he drives an elbow into the ribs of Hurricane, feeling the control in his hands as he presses an elbow into the ribs of Hurricane again and covers him again! 1…2…Hurricane kicks out again! Each kickout is clearly wearing down The Hurricane as he expends energy with each effort just to stay alive in this one. Fatu grabs hold of Hurricane and lifts him off the mat and sends him head first into the turnbuckle corner as he launches him LAWN DART! Hurricane’s head bounces off the turnbuckle and before he turns around he’s nailed with a CORNER BIG BOOT! Fatu is in total control here so far and he sends Hurricane out of the corner and makes another cover, 1...2…Hurricane kicks out! Fatu slaps the head of Hurricane, almost playing with him like he’s a toy. He then grabs hold of the back of his neck and lays into him with a series of punches! Now picking him up off the canvas he lays into him with a KNEE TO THE RIBS! Fatu looks to lift Hurricane into the air with a stalling suplex, but it’s countered into a roll up by The Hurricane, 1…2…FATU BARELY MANAGES TO KICK OUT!

MATT JACKSON: Look at the spunk Hurricane has here. Almost got the surprise win on this monster.

NICK JACKSON: He's going to have to use that speed and agility on this beast.

WADE BARRETT: Not so easy to do.

NICK JACKSON: Maybe not for a schmuck like you.

The Hurricane nearly sneaks out the victory in this match as Fatu gets to his feet looking furious, he charges towards Hurricane and gets caught with a LEG LARIAT! Hurricane makes another cover, 1…2…Fatu kicks out again! Hurricane grabs Fatu and pulls him up into position for the Eye of The Hurricane to end this quickly but gets smashed with an ELBOW TO THE RIBS! Hurricane winces in pain as Fatu hits him with a lariat, bounces off the ropes and comes back with a SENTON! Fatu makes the cover, 1…2…HURRICANE KICKS OUT! Fatu still looks confident even though a bit shaken by taking his eyes off the ball. Grabbing hold of Hurricane, he lifts him up and plants him hard with a powerbomb, he doesn’t release and instead nails him with a second powerbomb, finally lifting him up one last time and releases him for a THIRD POWERBOMB! Fatu makes the cover, but Hurricane somehow manages to turn the pin over to his advantage! 1…2…FATU BARELY KICKS OUT AGAIN! Both men are at their feet and Fatu wraps his arms around Hurricane’s midsection, locking him up in a bear hug as he shakes him around! The Hurricane shouts out in pain but refuses to give up!

MATT JACKSON: Oh my goodness, a bear hug! He's going to squeeze the life out of him!

NICK JACKSON: Like a giant boa constrictor taking your every last breath. This has got to be painful.

WADE BARRETT: Certainly an unenviable position for Hurricane.

Hurricane desperately tries to escape but it’s to no avail as Fatu repositions and hits him with a FRONT POWERSLAM! Fatu makes the cover, 1..2…BUT HURRICANE KICKS OUT! Fatu stands up and stomps on the ribs of Hurricane! Hurricane shouts in pain again as Fatu lifts him up and goes for a powerbomb again but Hurricane transitions it into a REVERSE STO! A loud pop comes from the crowd and The Hurricane raises his hand in the air as he signals for his next move! Fatu gets to his feet and is immediately caught with a hand tightly wrapped around his throat, Hurricane throws Fatu’s arm over his shoulder and miraculously lifts the big man up and drops him with a CHOKESLAM! Hurricane pulls the legs up and hooks them for extra support as he goes for the pin, 1…2…FATU KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! Fatu is stumbling to his feet as Hurricane thinks quickly and jumps on his back as he locks in a SLEEPER HOLD! Fatu is at his feet but he can’t quite get a grip on Hurricane as he slips his head from side to side avoiding Fatu’s grasp! Fatu’s face grows red as he fumbles around a bit, Hurricane trying to tighten his grip even more but Fatu slams both Hurricane and himself spine first into the turnbuckle corner! Hurricane’s grip loosens for a moment, but he manages to keep the sleeper hold locked in!

MATT JACKSON: This is just smart from Hurricane. Get the positioning and try and put the big man to sleep!

WADE BARRETT: Fatu is reeling!

Fatu can tell he’s in real trouble now as he gasps for breath, and the crowd boos as he leaps in the air and drops back SLAMMING BOTH MEN to the canvas as Hurricane is flattened by Fatu who is on top of him now! The official drops to the canvas as Hurricane still has the hold locked in but Fatu refuses to give up! The official notices Hurricane’s shoulders pinned down and begins to count, 1…2...Hurricane releases the hold and shoves Fatu off of him! Hurricane leans against the ropes as he feels the effects of this match catching up to him.

WADE BARRETT: Both of these men have absolutely worn one another down in this one! Bear hugs! Sleeper holds! You can see the fatigue on both their faces!

NICK JACKSON: Who is going to step up now? Both men have to dig deep now.

Hurricane keeps up the pressure however by going right back after Fatu and hits him with a series of uppercuts before sending him into the corner of the ring and nailing a SPLASH IN THE CORNER! Hurricane watches Fatu stumble out and pulls him down from behind and nails the EYE OF THE HURRICANE! The Hurricane goes into the cover, 1…2…but Fatu kicks out! Hurricane lifts Fatu off the canvas again and locks in Eye of The Hurricane, NO! Fatu flips around and props Hurricane up on his shoulders and POP-UP SAMOAN DROP! Fatu and Hurricane both are splayed out on the canvas, both men breathing heavily before Fatu is the first to move. Fatu crawls his way over and throws an arm over The Hurricane! 1…2… and Hurricane gets his shoulder up at the last second!

MATT JACKSON: This has been a wild match. Are they all like this, Wade?

WADE BARRETT: Not all the time. Sometimes one opponent outclasses the other easily like during the empty arena match.

NICK JACKSON: No need for that kind of vitriol towards Punk and Stevie, Wade! We've got two men giving it their all here tonight.

Fatu begins to pepper shots into the ribs of Hurricane, he lifts him up off the canvas and whips him towards the corner! Fatu rushes in but Hurricane runs up the ropes and flips back with a WHISPER IN THE WIND, shades of an old friend! Hurricane now hooks the leg of Fatu as he desperately signals the official to count, 1…2…FATU KICKS OUT! Hurricane lifts Fatu up off the canvas and EYE OF THE HURRICANE! The Hurricane takes his pose as the crowd pops but it suddenly dies quickly as he turns around to spot FATU IS UP and slapping himself in the face as he shouts angrily at Hurricane! Fatu pulls Hurricane in and locks in an abdominal stretch on him as the superhero shouts in pain! Hurricane manages to start making his way to the ropes, step by step as Fatu shakes his head in disbelief now!

NICK JACKSON: You know, I'm starting to wonder what it's going to take for either one of these men to get this win.

MATT JACKSON: A steel chair wouldn't hurt.

NICK JACKSON: I beg to differ!

Hurricane is being willed to the ropes as the crowd rallies him forward, he reaches out a hand and GRABS THE ROPE! Fatu stretches the hold back as far as the official counts, 1…2…3…4…Fatu releases the hold and shove Hurricane into the ropes and KNEE TO THE SPINE! Fatu wraps his arms around The Hurricane and absolutely plants him with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Fatu goes to the corner and jumps from bottom rope all the way to the top and Hurricane pops up to his feet and springboards off the rope catching Fatu in midair with a NECKBREAKER! Hurricane can’t make the cover straight away! Loud cheers from the crowd as they will him into making the cover finally with an arm over Fatu, 1…2…FATU GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

WADE BARRETT: You've got to be kidding me! Both men are giving it everything here tonight! Who is going to come out on top?

MATT JACKSON: A lot of damage dished out on both sides.

NICK JACKSON: This match should have been over multiple times but they continue to persevere.

Boos from the live crowd now as Hurricane holds his head in his hands knowing that might have been his best chance to win this one. Hurricane looks at Fatu who is still down on the canvas and grabs him around the throat as he picks him up to his feet. He throws Fatu’s arm over his shoulder and grabs the tights as he goes to lift him, but Fatu delivers a HEADBUTT that knocks Hurricane back. Hurricane rushes in and gets wrecked with a POP-UP SAMOAN DROP! Fatu hooks the leg as he screams in triumph to the crowd's disapproval and hooks the legs as he slaps the canvas, the official dives in to make the count, 1…2..3! Jacob Fatu has secured himself a victory tonight!



SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here is your winner, The Samoan Werewolf, JAAACOOOB FAAATUUU!

NICK JACKSON: A herculean effort here tonight from Hurricane. It was, unfortunately, not enough to stop Fatu.

MATT JACKSON: Who the hell can actually stop this guy?

WADE BARRETT: It doesn't look like he's done with Hurricane!

Fatu doesn’t waste time as he picks The Hurricane up and sends him flying out of his ring to the floor! The official tries to raise his arm, but he shoots a stare their way that sends them running to check on Hurricane. Fatu pounds his chest as he slices his thumb over his throat to signify the death of The Hurricane here tonight. Heading through the ropes he looks down at The Hurricane and gives a look of disapproval before making his way to the backstage area to lick his own wounds.

The scene opens with footage from the WWE Network. The screen displays the text "Previously Recorded" before cutting to a hospital hallway. Mankind is seen standing face-to-face with Adam Cole, who looks frustrated and agitated. The tension is palpable as they begin arguing, though their words are inaudible.

Suddenly, Mankind shoves Adam Cole, sending him stumbling back. Cole retaliates with a punch, and the two begin brawling fiercely in the hospital hallway. They crash into walls, knock over equipment, and throw wild punches and kicks. Nurses and doctors scramble to get out of the way.

Security quickly arrives, struggling to break up the intense fight. Mankind and Adam Cole continue to brawl, knocking over a cart of medical supplies and sending papers flying everywhere. The chaos is intense as they grapple and slam each other into walls.

Finally, security manages to pull them apart, but the two are still glaring at each other, seething with rage. The screen then transitions back to the live broadcast of RAW.

WADE BARRETT: Ladies and gentlemen, as you just saw, the rivalry between Mankind and Adam Cole has reached a level none of us could have imagined. It's absolute chaos, and it's clear that this is far from over!

We find ourselves in a corridor right outside of Stephanie McMahon’s office. The name of one of WWE’s owners draws a mixed reaction at first, but then the mood shifts dramatically. Standing nearby is KAIRI, the WWE Women’s Intercontinental Championship on her shoulder. As the WWE Universe cheers the arrival of the Pirate Princess, the door suddenly opens. KAIRI’s eyes are immediately drawn to the sight of IYO SKY backing out of the office with a quick farewell to the boss. She takes a few backward steps before meeting KAIRI’s gaze and stopping dead in her tracks.

KAIRI: Really?

IYO SKY: What? It’s just business.

KAIRI: Business? I thought the only business you had was watching my back and getting me ready for SummerSlam.

IYO SKY: What can I say? I’m a hot commodity.

KAIRI just raises an eyebrow at her nonchalance, clearly not believing that IYO isn’t up to something. Trust or not, she is still IYO SKY. IYO, for her part, shrugs it off and attempts to redirect the conversation.

IYO SKY: Whatever. It’s nothing that concerns you, KAIRI. I took care of my business, so let’s get back to yours.

It takes a moment of consideration before KAIRI nods in agreement.

KAIRI: Okay, walk with me.

With that, the pair begins to walk down the corridor, the camera managing to stay in front of them the whole while.

KAIRI: I’ve been thinking a lot about this match coming up with Jamie. This is going to be one of the most dangerous matches I’ve fought. That’s the thing I keep coming back to. Jamie’s bigger, stronger, and ruthless. But if you’re right about her, then there’s no way I can let her walk out of Los Angeles with this belt. Someone like that - - someone who blindsides you after pretending they respect you - -

The champion shakes her head as she runs through all her thoughts for the hundredth time today. IYO’s playful grin turns to a more serious expression as the topic changes.

KAIRI: Someone who lies to your face can’t be trusted. They certainly don’t deserve to hold a championship! I just - -

IYO SKY: Just what?

KAIRI: Well - - I know that I can beat her. I know that I can stand toe to toe with her and cut her down when it matters the most. I’m just worried about getting to SummerSlam in one piece.

IYO puts her arm around the champion’s shoulder and pulls her into an awkward side hug.

IYO SKY: Don’t you worry about that, champ. I’ve said I’d have your back and I do. Nobody’s jumping you before that bell in L.A., just like nobody’s going to cheer your victory over Jamie louder than me.

As soon as she says this, the pair suddenly stops as they have unexpected company. As if IYO’s words summoned her, Jamie Hayter steps into view with an incredulous expression on her face.

JAMIE HAYTER: I’d be careful about making promises that you can’t keep.

IYO shifts her weight forward, fully intending to get all up in Jamie’s business for that interruption. She’s only prevented from doing so by KAIRI holding an arm out to block the Genius of the Sky’s path.

KAIRI: What do you want, Jamie? I already agreed to face you at SummerSlam just like you wanted.

IYO just rolls her eyes at her friend’s reaction.

IYO SKY: KAIRI, please. We all know why she’s here. She probably just wants to make sure you don’t get to SummerSlam in one piece. That’s how it is, isn’t it Jamie?

Jamie shakes her head at IYO’s continued implied accusations but makes a point not to acknowledge her further. The challenger’s gaze rests firmly on KAIRI and the WWE Women’s Intercontinental Championship.

JAMIE HAYTER: You know what I want, KAIRI. You’re holding it right in your hands right now. But contrary to what some people say, I’m not going to come for it while your back’s turned.

KAIRI: Is that so? You could’ve fooled me after the way you went after Becky.

JAMIE HAYTER: That was different. You’re different.

Her eyes flit down to the title for a moment, which causes KAIRI to stand a little taller in defiance.

KAIRI: Sure it is. Let me ask you this, Jamie, are you saying that because you mean it? Or are you saying it because Stephanie told you to? I haven’t forgotten how deep in her pocket you were a couple months ago.

JAMIE HAYTER: Oh, that’s how it is?

KAIRI: Seems like it. Or have things really changed that much?

She glances over at IYO, who nods her firm support for the Pirate Princess’ assessment of the situation. Jamie seems unphased by this and takes another step forward towards KAIRI.

JAMIE HAYTER: Okay, fine. But know this KAIRI - - I saw how you came back into this company with a fire in your heart. I know that you became champion because you’re your own woman, and the woman you are is damn good. No matter what else I’ve done, I respect that about you. I’m my own woman too, and that’s why when I do win that belt that by rights is mine? It’s going to be woman to woman, one on one.

KAIRI’s glare speaks volumes about her opinion of Jamie’s honesty.

KAIRI: Like I said last week, if you want this championship, come try to take it. But the woman I am is stronger than you can imagine, Jamie. I’m going to show you why I was a grand slam champion back home and the first Mae Young Classic winner. More importantly, I’ll show you why I’m setting the pace for women’s wrestling as the Intercontinental Champion.

Jamie cracks a smile at her SummerSlam opponent’s response and backs away from her to make her intentions clear.

JAMIE HAYTER: I look forward to fighting that woman at SummerSlam. You may not believe me, but I’m being honest. More honest than the one woman here who’s still wearing the name corporate gave her. If you’re worried about someone who’s in the pockets of the McMahons, watch your back.

With that, she gives the Women’s Intercontinental Championship a tap as IYO looks on furiously. KAIRI pays her friend no mind as she glares up into Jamie’s eyes and the two share a long stare down. Each one searches her SummerSlam opponent for some indication of their true intentions. Slowly KAIRI nods in acknowledgement, holding her belt up again to remind Jamie who she’s speaking to. Jamie looks to the belt one more time, then nods back to KAIRI before walking away rather than attacking her. The two former members of Damage CTRL are left alone once again; not for the first time, KAIRI shoots a questioning look to IYO. In response IYO exhales in exasperation, arms folded over her chest.

IYO SKY: What?! Come on, don’t tell me you’re buying into her crap.

But KAIRI’s questioning gaze doesn’t change.

KAIRI: She might be dangerous, but maybe she has a point.

IYO SKY: KAIRI, didn’t we just go over this? You trust me. I believe in you. After everything we’ve been through, I still have to prove that to you?

KAIRI: …it couldn’t hurt.

IYO clutches her head in extreme annoyance and then lets loose a heavy sigh.

IYO SKY: Fine! Fine! I’ll show you who I really am next week.

KAIRI: I look forward to it. In the meantime...

She clutches the belt close and grins at IYO.

KAIRI: We still have work to do.

The pair share an uneasy fist bump, but each smiles at the other. With that they walk off in the opposite direction from where Jamie headed as the cameras go back to ringside.

The arena is shrouded in darkness, the anticipation palpable. Suddenly, “The Depths” by def rebel hits the speakers, and the only light for now is a single red spotlight that follows the Unholy Union, Alba Fyre and Isla Dawn, as they make their way out and begin their walk down the ramp. The eerie glow casts long shadows, dancing across the audience, creating an unsettling atmosphere for this unique entrance. Alba and Isla move with a haunting grace, their eyes fixed on each other, Alba’s expression unreadable and intense, while Isla doing more of the inaudible talking, looking thrilled to be here.

MATT JACKSON: Look at these two. There's something a little different about these women.

NICK JACKSON: I'm digging the red lighting too. I'm gonna look into neon pink and orange lighting for us.

WADE BARRETT: Please don't.

NICK JACKSON: Seriously though, these are two very dangerous women.

MATT JACKSON: Oh wait, we're switching up colors here, Nick!

As they approach the ring steps, the red spotlight shifts to an intense white, illuminating their path. They pause for a moment, letting the stark light highlight their sinister presence before climbing the steps. Once inside the ring, they perform their signature pose on the ropes, each movement calculated and precise, sending a shiver down the spine of everyone watching.

In the center of the ring stands a massive jester box, its ominous presence drawing the crowd’s attention. Alba and Isla circle it, exchanging inaudible whispers, their expressions shifting from curiosity to excitement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Alba signals for a microphone, and the music abruptly cuts, leaving an eerie silence for a moment before she chimes in. Her voice low and commanding.

ALBA FYRE: Since our return to the WWE, the women’s division has yet again felt the cold, unyielding grip of the Unholy Union. This time we have truly left our mark, a path of darkness and despair for anyone who dared to stand against us. Our dominance is undisputed, our power unmatched.

Isla now takes the microphone as she giggles, her voice dripping with malice.

ISLA DAWN: To those for once stood by us. Each one. You are a casualty of their own hubris. But from your failures to join us, we have discovered something far, far greater, something extraordinary!

The crowd murmurs in curiosity, the tension in the arena thickening. Alba continues, her voice filled with dark promise this time.

ALBA FYRE: Some have tried to challenge us, to break our bond, but all have failed. The Unholy Union is unbreakable, unstoppable. But the truth is… our reign has just begun. And now, we bring forth a new era. One that will change the landscape of the women’s division forever. An era where we stand supreme, our power undisputed. It is time to reveal to you all the fruit of our labor. The embodiment of our reign. Our power. Our history. Our...Unholy Union.



Suddenly, the ring falls silent. Alba and Isla step back, their eyes fixed on the mysterious jester box. The eerie silence is palpable, the kind that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The handle on the side of the box begins to spin on its own, accompanied by the haunting, tinny notes of a distorted lullaby. The music echoes through the arena, growing louder with each passing second.

The crowd watches in a mix of fear and fascination, their collective breath held as the handle spins faster and faster. The melody becomes increasingly frantic, each note striking a discordant chord that reverberates through the arena. The lights flicker, casting long, twisted shadows across the ring, adding to the unsettling atmosphere.

As the handle reaches a fever pitch, the tension is almost unbearable. Everyone's eyes are glued to the box, their minds racing with possibilities of what could be inside. Suddenly, with a deafening bang, the handle pops off and clatters to the floor, the last sound chiming out to "Pop Goes The Weasel" then to an abrupt halt.

The box’s sides explode outward with a force that sends splinters flying, revealing Mad Jack Jester standing menacingly in the center. His presence is haunting, his face twisted into a sinister grin. But the cameras zoom out to what now really captures everyone’s attention, which is the table draped in red velvet, emerging from the wreckage of the box like a morbid centerpiece. On it rest what look like the WWE Women’s Tag Team Championships, the titles appearing almost out of place and eerily pristine despite the chaos. The belts are the same ones last seen in 2023, their sudden and inexplicable appearance adding to the surreal horror of the scene. The presence of Mad Jack Jester and the reclaimed championships hint at a sinister plan, the implications of which send shivers down the spines of all who bear witness to the show.



The arena lighting returns to normal as everyone falls into a stunned silence, the audience now on their feet. Alba and Isla re-enter the ring, their faces lit with glee as they approach the table. They each waste no time in snatching a title, their eyes locking in a moment of triumph. They take a brief glance at their messenger, Jack Jester, who stands behind them with an approving nod. The def rebel assisted theme begins to play again, the haunting melody underscoring their victory pose.

The cameras scramble to capture the scene, cutting out to leave the image of the Unholy Union in the spotlight, the newly discovered championships in hands, with Jester standing ominously behind them as the camera shifts over to the commentary table.

MATT JACKSON: I genuinely mean this. What the hell just happened?

NICK JACKSON: That giant box just blew up!

WADE BARRETT: And revealed the WWE Women's Tag Team Championship! The Unholy Union has stated their intentions and I wouldn't want to be anyone who stood in their way.

MATT JACKSON: Great. Another set of tag team championships we have to win to secure our legacy.

NICK JACKSON: I don't think we're eligible to win those, Matt.

WADE BARRETT: You two truly are insufferable, you know that? There's a good chance Alba and Isla would put you two in your place anyway.

NICK JACKSON: Hey, they're just taking the titles!

MATT JACKSON: I didn't know you could just do that!

WADE BARRETT: The addition of the tag team titles to the women's division should lead to some interesting match ups, I'll say that. However, it seems that Unholy Union have staked their claim on the titles.

NICK JACKSON: We’ll see how that works out for them, but let’s move on from that, because we've got a heck of a match coming up next. One you can only see here in WWE in 2024.

WADE BARRETT: Certainly not a match I would have ever predicted I'd see in my lifetime.

MATT JACKSON: Professional wrestling is grand sometimes, isn't it? The Godfather! Adam Cole!

”Undisputed” by CFO$ begins to play over the arena’s P/A system as the crowd gives a slight pop for the arrival of “The Star of the Show”, Adam Cole. He’s got the swagger of a star for sure as he makes his way to the top of the stage with a confident grin on his face as he strikes a pose with his fingers up in the air as he points towards the rafters.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, The Star of the Show, Adaaam Cooole!

WADE BARRETT: You two are a little familiar with Adam Cole, are you not?

MATT JACKSON: This isn't an Adam Cole we know.

NICK JACKSON: The Adam Cole we know used to watch wrestling from the nineties without commentary. He was a different breed.

MATT JACKSON: This one is hanging out with Billy Gunn's kids.

NICK JACKSON: A great choice if the option is 'be alone' or 'hang out with Billy Gunn's sons.'

WADE BARRETT: Regardless, Cole has his sights set on getting a win here tonight.

As Adam Cole steps onto the apron for his usual moment waiting for the boom moment in his theme to drop. He’s flabbergasted when “The Ho-Train” by Jim Johnston blasts over the P/A system of the arena with its funky beats making the crowd come to life! The Godfather marches out with a lady on either arm, and they are all smiles as they make their way down to the ring.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And his opponent, making his way to the ring; The Godfaaatherrr!

WADE BARRETT: The Godfather and his ladies! A sight for sore eyes if I do say so myself.

NICK JACKSON: This is wholesome.

MATT JACKSON: Have to agree, Nick. The Godfather is fun for the whole family.

WADE BARRETT: You two weren't Godfather fans growing up?

MATT JACKSON: I liked when he joined Right to Censor.

WADE BARRETT: Surely you're kidding!

NICK JACKSON: I'll give the Godfather some respect. Guy is like a hundred years old and still limping down to the ring with a lady on each arm. I hope I look this good at a hundred years old!

WADE BARRETT: Seems as though Godfather has something he wants to say.

The Godfather has a microphone in one hand as he lifts up a hand for Adam Cole who is shouting at him, Godfather stops him as he helps his ladies through the ropes and steps through himself before he begins to speak.

THE GODFATHER: Hold up little man! Now hold up, if you wanna fight we can get to that in a minute. Now, you know me, and you know what I am. I’m a pimp! Even though pimpin’ ain’t easy, that's what I am. I don’t really know who you are, but I do know one thing, you have got to like hos! So, listen here man, I want you to do the right thing right here right now, because we can fight, and you know that I’ll kick your ass! Or you can feast your eyes on this, man...

The Godfather steps out of the way and shows off the buxom young blonde and brunette with him as he grins from ear to ear.

THE GODFATHER: You can have your pick, hell you can take both of ‘em if you want. Just walk your ass to the back with ‘em, you won’t have to take a beatin’ from me, cause we both know you will, and I can take this victory just like I would anyway.

The Godfather begins to laugh, but Adam Cole isn’t finding any amusement in this as he rushes forward and the bell rings! The hoes have now taken their exit to avoid any damage to the goods!

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Cole immediately starts to clobber The Godfather with hard strikes, trying to take down the bigger man. The Godfather manages to use his strength to shove Cole back, but he fires off a WICKED LOOKING SUPERKICK TO GODFATHER! Cole runs off the ropes and connects with a BASEMENT DROPKICK! The first cover of the match by Cole, 1...The Godfather powers out with ease! It's obvious that it's going to take a lot more to take down The Godfather before Cole can get a victory.

NICK JACKSON: Perhaps Godfather should have brought more hos to offer!

MATT JACKSON: It's like Ted DiBiase said, everybody has a price! How many hos would it take to break you, Wade?

WADE BARRETT: Cole is really on the offensive here early on. I like what I'm seeing from him.

MATT JACKSON: Fine then Wade, keep your secrets. Is it five? Is it more than five?

Cole grabs hold of Godfather and lays into him with a series of knee strikes, pummeling his larger foe. Cole hits him four times before Godfather grabs the leg of Cole and picks him up SLAMMING HIM DOWN WITH A SPINEBUSTER! Godfather makes the cover, 1...but Cole kicks out this time! Godfather runs off the ropes and CONNECTS WITH A LEG DROP THAT CRUSHES THE THROAT OF COLE! Godfather lifts the leg for the pin again, 1...and Cole kicks out again! Godfather grabs Cole off the canvas and looks to send him into the corner with a whip, BUT COLE COUNTERS AND SENDS GODFATHER INTO THE CORNER INSTEAD!

MATT JACKSON: This may not be the Adam Cole we remember, but he's certainly as athletic as ever.

WADE BARRETT: Cole has always had the talent and skill. It's just been a matter of putting it together.

NICK JACKSON: Godfather has the size and strength advantage, but Cole is just outpacing him right now.

Cole quickly goes to follow up by rushing at him but gets tossed into the corner and pummeled with some hard strikes by The Godfather before he marches to the opposite corner and prepares himself. Godfather dances his way to the middle and then rushes towards Cole for the Ho-Train but gets his face BOUNCED OFF THE TURNBUCKLE PAD WITH A DROP TOEHOLD! Cole goes for a superkick again as he gets to his feet but Godfather dodges it and picks Cole up onto his shoulders looking for the Pimp Drop but GETS HIS EYES RAKED BY COLE!

WADE BARRETT: Blinded him!

NICK JACKSON: This is some back and forth action! You'd never even know Godfather was a hundred years old!

MATT JACKSON: Can we sue for infringement with Cole trying all these superkicks?

NICK JACKSON: If he tries for another one? Yes.

Cole steps back and tries to fire off another superkick but GETS HIS FOOT CAUGHT AT THE LAST SECOND! The Godfather floors him with a lariat that nearly takes Cole's head off! Godfather now bounces off the ropes and LEG DROP TO COLE AGAIN! Godfather hooks the leg, 1...2...COLE KICKS OUT! Godfather lays into him with couple more punches on the ground before getting his feet and drops not one, not two, BUT THREE MORE LEG DROPS! The Godfather hooks the leg of Cole again, 1...2...SHOULDER UP BY COLE! Godfather grabs Cole by the hair prompting the official to warn her before he hoists Cole up on his shoulders BUT COLE SLIPS OUT AND SUPERKICKS GODFATHER! Cole quickly goes for the cover, 1...2...BUT GODFATHER GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

NICK JACKSON: What's it going to take to put the Godfather down for good!?

MATT JACKSON: From what I've seen, about seventeen women and eight vodka tonics.

WADE BARRETT: Cole can't just get frustrated here. He's got to stay on the attack.

Cole looks to stay on top and end this quickly as he lays into Godfather with a superkick that makes Godfather have wobbly legs! A second superkick that drops Godfather to a knee, and finally a third SUPERKICK THAT BRINGS GODFATHER TO HIS KNEES! Cole pulls his knee pad down and signals for it, LAST SHOT IS DUCKED AND GODFATHER PICKS COLE UP AND DROPS HIM WITH A POWERBOMB! Godfather makes the cover, 1...2...COLE GETS THE SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MILLISECOND! The Godfather can't believe it, and the crowd can't either!

WADE BARRETT: Now Godfather needs to stay on the attack! Both men have almost had this one won!

MATT JACKSON: You could feel the impact of that powerbomb here at the table! Wade, can you feel the impact of our superkicks in the same way?

WADE BARRETT: Never.

Godfather grabs hold of Cole and lifts him up into the fireman's carry position BUT COLE ESCAPES AND COUNTERS WITH A FALLING FACEBUSTER! Godfather is planted into the canvas face first as Cole rolls away before he shouts to the crowd "ADAM COLE BAY-BAY!" and they respond in kind! He fires himself up before he rushes in LAST SHOT TO THE GODFATHER! Cole shakes his finger at the crowd as he begins to lower himself and riles them up again and shouts it once more with the crowd "ADAM COLE BAY-BAY!" and SECOND LAST SHOT TO THE GODFATHER! Cole smiles as he lifts the tree trunk size legs of The Godfather, 1...2...3! ADAM COLE WINS!



SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here is your winner, The Star of the Show ADAAAM COOOLE!

WADE BARRETT: It took a little bit of work, but Adam Cole has done it! He's got the win.

NICK JACKSON: Talk your smack now, Cole!

Adam Cole grabs Godfather by the face and begins to shout at him but gets shoved back and out of the ring by the bigger man as he falls to the floor. Cole’s eyes are wide with shock as The Godfather gets to his feet holding his head and the ladies come in to take care of him. Cole, still flabbergasted by the sheer power of The Godfather, raises his arm in the air as he backs up the ramp, trying to save himself from any embarrassment by reminding the fans that he’s walking out the victor before he heads backstage.

The camera follows Solo Sikoa and Paul Heyman as they enter the back of the arena together, both looking intense and ready for action. As they stride down the hallway, a camera technician approaches them, nervously carrying a stunning bouquet of 24k gold roses.

CAMERA TECH: Uhhhhh…Mr. Sikoa, these just arrived for you.

Solo stops and takes the bouquet from the technician, his expression shifting from curiosity to a stern, calculating gaze as he examines the golden roses.

SOLO SIKOA: What is this?

He notices a small card attached to the bouquet and reads it aloud.



Solo’s eyes narrow as he quickly pieces together the puzzle.

SOLO SIKOA: Goldust. Figures.

Paul Heyman looks at the bouquet and the card, his expression turning serious.

PAUL HEYMAN: He’s trying to mess with you, Solo. Don’t let him get in your head.

SOLO SIKOA: I’m not worried, Paul. He wants to play games? Fine. But he’s going to regret it.

PAUL HEYMAN: We’ll handle this. Stay focused.

SOLO SIKOA: Always. Let’s make sure he knows who he’s dealing with.

Paul Heyman places a reassuring hand on Solo’s shoulder. The camera captures Solo’s determined and unyielding expression before fading out.

Cathy Kelley is backstage in front of a backdrop advertising Monday Night RAW, and she’s joined by none other than Eric Bischoff.

CATHY KELLEY: I'm here with Eric Bischoff and - -

ERIC BISCHOFF: This is the second week that I’ve wasted my time, no offense, talking with you backstage when I should be working on getting my people set up for their matches come SummerSlam.

CATHY KELLEY: You’re speaking of course of Corey Graves, who you believe should be number one contender to the WWE Championship.

ERIC BISCHOFF: Really on your game Cathy, no I have several balls in the air for Money & Mayhem come SummerSlam. But what do you mean “I believe”? Corey Graves should be in line for a shot at the WWE Championship, full stop. He has been the most impactful wrestler on this roster since he came back to wrestling. But once again, I spent the last week leaving Kevin...oh I mean "Diesel" messages and big surprise, I haven’t heard back from the guy.

Cathy Kelley’s attention is above Bischoff, as Eric continues on.

ERIC BISCHOFF: You know, I would’ve expected more from a guy that I go back with all these years. Good Ol' Master Blasting Oz and I started working together, what, over thirty years ago? Whatever, the point is, I would’ve expected better …

CATHY KELLEY: Umm.

She points behind Bischoff, but Eric is too wrapped up in what he’s saying to notice.

ERIC BISCHOFF: Don't interrupt me Cathy, you drug my ass out here to talk to you so I'm talking to you. The fact is, Corey Graves is the next WWE Champion, and no amount of unreturned phone calls or backstage politicking is going to change that.

CATHY KELLEY: Ummm, Eric?

ERIC BISCHOFF: Big Daddy Quad Tear can duck and dodge my phone calls, but the fact is I don't need his okay for Corey Graves to be his next challenger. I was just trying to be upfront about it because of our friendship. A friendship that I guess means a whole lot more to me than it does to...

CATHY KELLEY: Eric?

ERIC BISCHOFF: WHAT!?

Cathy Kelley once again points behind Bischoff and this time Eric turns around only to immediately take a few steps back. This is because the WWE Champion, “Big Daddy Cool” Diesel is standing directly behind him.

DIESEL: I heard you’re looking for me?

ERIC BISCHOFF: Oh, uh hey there big man! I, uh…

Diesel crosses his arms in front of his chest, the WWE Championship hanging over his shoulder, and looks down at Bischoff.

DIESEL: You know, I heard you last week and I heard what you had to say just now, and you know, it’s the funniest thing, I went through my voicemails and I didn’t have a single missed call from you.

ERIC BISCHOFF: Uh, er, is that right?

DIESEL: It sure is. See, you can play all these games, or if you want your guy Corey Graves to get a shot at my WWE Championship, all you had to do was ask. No need for all these so-called voicemails, Eric.

ERIC BISCHOFF: Listen, I know I called. Maybe you changed your number and didn't tell me but I definitely - -

DIESEL: Sure you did. The fact is, I'm good with Corey Graves being the number one contender to my WWE Championship. And as of now, I don’t have anything to do at SummerSlam.

Bischoff’s expression changes and a grin forms on his face.

DIESEL: So, why don’t you let your guy Graves know that as far as I’m concerned, he gets his WWE Championship match at SummerSlam.

ERIC BISCHOFF: Well, excellent then!

DIESEL: And Eric, “Big Daddy Cool” is never a hard man to find. You want something? You know how to get a hold of me.

With that, Diesel turns his back on the interview and walks off.

ERIC BISCHOFF: Hey! I called you, big man! Many voicemails!

Cathy Kelley rolls her eyes and Bischoff turns back to her.

ERIC BISCHOFF: I did!

Cathy sighs and shakes her head as the scene fades.

We now go to a different area backstage and the camera focuses on Lola Vice, dressed in her wrestling gear, shadowboxing with fierce determination. Her punches cut through the air with precision, each movement showcasing her intense focus. The thud of her fists hitting the imaginary target reverberates through the empty corridor. Lola’s eyes are locked forward, her face a mask of concentration as she prepares for her second match on RAW against Ms. Money in the Bank, Dakota Kai.

From the side of the camera, a figure approaches…Dawn Marie. She hesitates for a moment, watching Lola with a curious expression before stepping closer. Dawn tries to speak, her voice soft but with a hint of urgency.

DAWN MARIE: Hey Lola, can we talk for a second?

Lola doesn’t stop her movements, but her eyes flicker to the side, acknowledging Dawn’s presence with a quick, cold stare before an eye roll. She continues her training, her breathing steady and controlled.

LOLA VICE: What do you want?

Dawn takes another step towards Lola, she speaks, trying to sound casual.

DAWN MARIE: I just wanted to check in with you and about Heatwave next week. Are you still up for hosting?

Lola finally stops, lowering her fists. She turns fully to face Dawn, her expression unreadable but her eyes burning with intensity.

LOLA VICE: What makes you think I want anything to do with the circus that you have going on over there? I’m doing things my own way now. Bigger things. I don’t need Heatwave, and I certainly don’t need you.

Dawn's face falls slightly, taken aback by Lola’s bluntness. Dawn watches for a moment, realizing there's no point in arguing further. With that, Lola turns away from Dawn, dismissing her entirely. She sighs and steps back, as Lola disappears from the frame, now walking toward her match as the cameras go back to ringside.

MATT JACKSON: There is no need for that kind of rudeness in the world of professional wrestling, Wade.

WADE BARRETT: She wanted nothing to do with Heatwave. I'm not sure what was so rude about that.

NICK JACKSON: You don't just reject Dawn Marie like that! After everything she's done! Heatwave could be Lola's chance for something big!

MATT JACKSON: Yeah, Dawn Marie is just trying to help Lola!

WADE BARRETT: Be that as it may, Lola seems rather focused on her match against Dakota Kai, which is rather smart of her seeing as it’s up next!

”Kombat (remix)” by def rebel begins to play on the speakers and the crowd starts to boo loudly as Dakota Kai steps out to the top of the ramp. Looking out at the crowd with a smirk, Dakota raises her Money in the Bank briefcase high in the air, nodding as she looks up at it with pride filled eyes before lowering it back down to her side and making her way down to the ramp.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring, Ms. Money in the Bank 2024, Dakoootaaa Kaiii!

MATT JACKSON: Look at that briefcase, boys. Inside there is a guaranteed women's championship.

WADE BARRETT: Well, I wouldn't say guaranteed but it certainly puts things in her favor.

NICK JACKSON: It has to be a chore to carry that briefcase everywhere. Does she have to take it to the airport?

WADE BARRETT: It goes everywhere as far as I know. Airports. Hotels.

MATT JACKSON: Bathrooms?

WADE BARRETT: I'll let you boys ask her.

Getting to the bottom of the ramp, Dakota stops at the ringside area and slides the briefcase under the bottom rope before sliding under the bottom rope herself. Getting back to her feet, Dakota bends down and grabs the briefcase, raising it high in the air as she walks to the center of the ring, continuing to smirk at the booing fans. Handing the briefcase off to the referee, Dakota turns her attention to the entrance area as her music begins to fade out. “Te Lo Rompo” by def rebel now begins to play and the crowd continues to boo as Lola Vice sashays her way out to the top of the ramp. Swinging her hips suggestively, Lola smirks and raises her arms above her head as she strikes a pose before making her way down the ramp.



SAMANTHA IRVIN: And her opponent, making her way to the ring, The Lethal Vice, Looolaaa Viiice!

WADE BARRETT: Now here is one of the toughest members of the whole roster! Lola Vice can fight!

MATT JACKSON: That she can. You did a fair bit of fighting before you became a wrestler, didn't you Wade? Bare knuckle or something kids do on the playground?

WADE BARRETT: I'd be happy to show you after we're done here.

NICK JACKSON: Now boys, this is about Lola and Dakota here. Which, truth be told, should be a hell of a fight.

As she reaches the bottom of the ramp, Lola slinks over to the side of the ring and jumps onto the apron, striking another pose before entering the ring. As her music begins to fade out, she rolls her shoulders as she looks at Dakota with a smirk.

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The bell rings and Lola strikes another pose, as she smirks at Dakota who wrinkles her nose at Lola’s antics. Dakota clearly doesn’t want to waste any time as she kicks Lola’s legs out from under her, sending The Lethal Vice down to the mat. Dakota moves quickly, nailing Lola with an elbow drop, and then a second one. As Lola clutches at her chest, Dakota goes over to the ropes and steps out onto the apron, going to the turnbuckles and climbing up to the top. Measuring Lola up, Dakota jumps off and nails Lola with a diving foot stomp!

NICK JACKSON: She's the Money in the Bank briefcase holder for a reason, she's got a tenacity about her!

MATT JACKSON: You really have to be on your game when you're in there against Dakota!

WADE BARRETT: She's not backing down to Lola, that's for sure!

Dakota is feeling confident now and goes for the pin, 1…2…Lola kicks out! Dakota looks frustrated that she couldn’t put Lola away as quickly as she would’ve liked, and she slaps The Lethal Vice across the face before getting to her feet. She bends down and grabs Lola by the hair, bringing her to her feet. As Lola starts to get upright, she suddenly nails Dakota with an uppercut that stuns Ms. Money in the Bank, sending her staggering back! Lola then kicks Dakota in the midsection, causing her to double over and then grabs her by the wrist, whipping her into the corner! With Dakota in the corner, Lola runs forward and does a cartwheel, then a backflip and nails Dakota with a back handspring elbow! Dakota slumps down into a seated position and Lola walks over to the opposite corner and comes charging in again, this time nailing Dakota with a corner hip attack! Dakota falls down to the mat and Lola pulls her out of the corner and goes for the cover, hooking the leg, 1…2…kick out by Dakota!

WADE BARRETT: Just brute force there from Lola. Every move has impact behind it!

MATT JACKSON: She's small but she packs a punch, you know?

NICK JACKSON: That uppercut punch looked brutal. Dakota is reeling!

Lola screams in anger that Dakota kicked out and she quickly mounts Ms. Money in the Bank, nailing her with stiff right hand shots! The referee warns Lola about using closed fists on her opponent and she relents, standing up and holding her hands up defensively as she backs away from Dakota. She comes charging in again and jumps up in the air, looking to hit Dakota with a jumping leg drop however, Dakota rolls out of the way and Lola lands hard on the mat! Crying out in pain, Lola reaches around and grabs at her tailbone, as Dakota runs to the ropes and when she comes back, she nails Lola with a dropkick to the back! Lola goes back down to the mat and Dakota goes for the pin once again, 1…2…Lola gets the shoulder up!

MATT JACKSON: No offense to Ms. Money in the Bank, but it's going to take a little more than that to keep Lola Vice down.

WADE BARRETT: Unfortunately going to have to agree, Vice has some fight in her!

Dakota grits her teeth as she stands up, and she watches and waits as Lola starts to stir and get up to her feet as well. Once Lola is almost fully upright, Dakota hits the ropes and when she comes back, Lola is fully standing and Dakota nails her in the face with a bicycle kick! Before Lola can fall down, however, Dakota grabs her wrist and whips her into the corner! Dakota then walks over to the opposite corner and looks back at Lola, letting out a yell before running down the length of the ring, rounding the corner and running towards Lola looking to hit her with a Kaio Kick, but Lola rolls out of the way and Dakota gets caught up in the corner!

NICK JACKSON: Oh my! Dakota hung herself out to dry with that one!

MATT JACKSON: Lola had just enough wherewithal to move out of the way of that one and it's a good thing she did!

WADE BARRETT: Both of these women are bringing it!

Dakota hops on one foot, as her other foot is draped over the top rope. Lola uses this opportunity to move fast and scoops Dakota up into a schoolgirl roll up pin! 1…2…THRENOO!! Dakota kicks out! Lola screams even louder than before, she thought she had this match won here! Both women are on their feet and Dakota goes for a clothesline, but Lola ducks the attempt! When Vice turns around, she quickly tries to nail Dakota with a spinning heel kick, however, Dakota catches Lola’s foot and spins her around! With Lola facing her again, Dakota goes for another clothesline but Lola ducks it once again and as Dakota turns around, she’s struck right in the face with the 305 Spinning Back Fist from Lola! The shot sends Kai down to the mat in a heap and Lola quickly goes for the cover and hooks the leg, 1…2…3! Lola Vice is the winner!



SAMANTHA IRVIN: Here is your winner, The Lethal Vice, LOOOLAAA VIIICE!

WADE BARRETT: What a win for Lola Vice!

MATT JACKSON: Nick, I'm a little shocked by this one.

NICK JACKSON: You can only get hit in the face so many times before it's one too many and we have found that limit for Kai.

MATT JACKSON: Lola Vice has a win over Ms. Money in the Bank!

”To Le Rompo” begins to play again and the crowd erupts into loud boos as Lola Vice gets to her feet, a big smile on her face as she’s clearly thrilled with this shocking win. The referee raises her hand in the air, and she swings her hips around as she starts to celebrate the victory. Pulling away from the referee, Lola strikes yet another seductive pose before wiping her feet off on the mat in Dakota’s direction, looking back at the downed Ms. Money in the Bank with a smirk. Walking to the ropes, Lola exits the ring, hopping down to the floor and sashaying her way up the ramp, dancing to her music as she continues to celebrate. As she reaches the top of the ramp, Lola turns and looks back at Dakota who is now seated upright, looking up at Lola with eyes blazing with anger, her teeth clenched together. With a laugh, Lola blows Dakota a kiss and waves to her mockingly before turning and heading to the back as the cameras fade out to commercial.

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