WWE Raw Special Edition – Tuesday, November 25, 2024
Live from the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, Tennessee!
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Opening Segment
The show opens with an over-the-top pyro display that could probably be seen from space. The crowd is electric, and we cut straight to the announce table where Pat McAfee and Booker T are hyped out of their minds.
Pat McAfee:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Tuesday Night Raw! That’s right—Monday Night Raw got a day off! And Book, the rumors are true—we’ve got something BIG tonight. Are you ready for this, FIVE-TIME?!”
Booker T:
“Man, I don’t know what to expect, dawg, but this better be good! And if it ain’t, I’m about to spin-a-rooni outta here, ya feel me?”
The arena goes dark, and a spotlight hits the stage. Out walks WWE CEO Murrey, looking like a million bucks in a sharp suit. The crowd buzzes, and Booker T leans into his mic.
Booker T:
“Tell me he didn’t just walk out here lookin’ like he’s about to fire somebody!”
Murrey takes the mic and clears his throat dramatically.
Murrey:
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is the beginning of a new era in WWE. As we prepare to transition exclusively to Netflix in 2025, I knew we needed someone with a… unique vision to lead WWE Creative into the future. So, without further ado, please welcome… VINCE RUSSO!”
The crowd’s reaction is pure chaos—half cheering, half booing, and one guy in the front row dropping his popcorn in disbelief. Vince Russo struts out in a leather jacket and sunglasses like he just walked off the set of a ‘90s sitcom.
Pat McAfee:
“NO WAY! VINCE RUSSO! Booker, this is HUGE!”
Booker T:
“Man, this is wild, but… let me tell ya somethin’. If this dude says the word bro more than five times, I’m outta here.”
Russo grabs the mic, pulls off his sunglasses, and smirks like he’s about to drop the hottest mixtape of 1998.
Vince Russo:
“Yo, bro… BRO. First of all, bro, I just gotta say… Nashville, you’re lookin’ great tonight, bro!”
The crowd starts a mixed “BRO!” chant, and Booker slaps his forehead.
Russo:
“When Murrey called me, bro, I thought he was jokin’, bro. I said, ‘Bro, are you serious? You want me to take the reins, bro? You know what you’re getting into, bro?’ And he said, ‘Russo, you’re the only guy who can do this, bro.’ So here I am, bro, ready to bring the SWERVES, bro!”
Pat McAfee:
“He’s already at seven bros, Book. You good?”
Booker T:
“Barely, man. Barely.”
Russo keeps pacing, pointing dramatically at the crowd.
Russo:
“Listen, bro. I know some of you love me, and some of you think I’m crazier than a ladder match on a pole, bro. But here’s the deal, bro—this company needs a shake-up, bro. And I’m the guy to do it, bro. You want drama? You want surprises? You want twists and turns, bro? I’m bringin’ it ALL back, bro. And guess what? We’re startin’ tonight, bro!”
Pat McAfee:
“That’s fourteen bros, ladies and gentlemen! Can he break twenty?!”
Booker T:
“This man is about to out-bro the entire locker room, dawg. I’m sweatin’ over here.”
Russo gets even more animated, gesturing wildly.
Russo:
“So buckle up, bro, ‘cause I’ve already got plans, bro. Championships? Friendships? Even the catering menu, bro—it’s all on the chopping block, bro! This is the Netflix Era, bro, and if you ain’t ready, bro, you better step aside, bro, ‘cause Russo is drivin’ this bus, BRO!”
He slams the mic down triumphantly and strikes a pose, counting dramatically on his fingers.
Vince Russo:
“That’s twenty, bro.”
The crowd is losing their minds, while Booker T is standing with his headset off, pacing in frustration.
Pat McAfee:
“HE DID IT! TWENTY BROS IN ONE PROMO! A LEGEND!”
Booker T:
“This dude is out here playin’ BRO BINGO, man. Somebody get me a drink!”
Russo exits the stage with CEO Murrey clapping behind him, clearly thrilled. The crowd doesn’t know whether to cheer, boo, or call their therapist.
Pat McAfee:
“Booker, love him or hate him, Vince Russo is about to take us on a ride we’ll never forget!”
Booker T:
“I just hope I survive this, man. Can you dig that, SUCKA?!”
The screen fades to black as the show’s first match is teased, leaving everyone wondering what kind of chaos Russo has in store for the rest of the night.
Match One
Tag Team Match: Finn Balor & Chad Gable vs. AJ Styles & Otis
The bell rings as the match kicks off with Finn Balor and AJ Styles starting things off for their respective teams. The two veterans circle each other, drawing cheers from the crowd who know they’re about to witness a clash of elite performers.
First Sequence
Balor and Styles lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Styles quickly transitions into a wrist lock, but Balor reverses with a slick cartwheel and a standing switch, gaining control with a waist lock. Styles counters by flipping forward and hitting a lightning-quick dropkick to Balor’s chest.
Pat McAfee:
“Wow! Styles is moving like he’s back in 2016. The man is ageless!”
Booker T:
“He better keep it up, dawg, because Balor ain’t no slouch either!”
Balor shakes it off and charges back in, ducking under a clothesline and nailing Styles with a Sling Blade out of nowhere. Styles stumbles to his corner and tags in Otis, who storms in like a wrecking ball.
Otis Dominates
Otis rushes Balor, shoulder-tackling him to the mat. He lets out his signature “OH YEAH!” as the crowd reacts. Balor scrambles to his corner and tags in Chad Gable, who comes in with confidence, slapping his chest and yelling, “SHOOSH!”
Booker T:
“Here comes Gable, man. He’s about to go to Suplex City Lite!”
Gable uses his agility to evade Otis, hitting a series of quick kicks to the big man’s thighs before going for a takedown. Otis, however, shrugs him off like a fly and scoops him up into a huge bear hug, squeezing the air out of him.
Pat McAfee:
“Otis looks like he’s trying to pop Gable like a tube of toothpaste!”
Otis transitions into a thunderous belly-to-belly suplex, sending Gable halfway across the ring. He tags Styles back in to keep the momentum going.
AJ Takes Control
Styles enters with a springboard forearm to Gable as he’s trying to stand, keeping the Olympian grounded. AJ taunts Balor, yelling, “Is this your boy?” before locking Gable in a front face lock. Gable uses his technical prowess to slip out and roll AJ into a pinning combination, getting a close two-count.
Gable then explodes with a rolling German suplex, bridging for another pin attempt that forces AJ to kick out at the last second. Both men crawl to their corners, and the hot tags are made—Balor and Otis enter simultaneously!
Balor’s Comeback
Balor ducks a wild haymaker from Otis and starts firing off precision strikes, targeting the legs of the big man. Otis tries to retaliate with a clothesline, but Balor counters with a Pele Kick, staggering the big man.
Balor tags Gable back in, and the two work together to hit a double DDT on Otis, who rolls to the outside to recover. Balor, ever the risk-taker, climbs to the top rope and launches himself onto Otis with a picture-perfect Coup de Grâce!
Pat McAfee:
“Balor’s out here jumping off the top like he’s Spider-Man!”
Closing Moments
While Otis is incapacitated outside, Gable and Styles are the legal men in the ring. Styles tries to set up for the Phenomenal Forearm, but Balor distracts him from the apron. This gives Gable enough time to leap to the top turnbuckle and hit a breathtaking moonsault onto Styles, nearly getting the three-count.
Otis stumbles back into the ring, but Balor meets him with a dropkick that sends him right back out. Gable takes advantage of the chaos, applying the Ankle Lock on Styles in the center of the ring. AJ writhes in pain but refuses to tap.
Balor re-enters the ring and nails Styles with a 1916 while Gable still has the Ankle Lock applied. Styles has no choice but to tap out!
Winners: Finn Balor & Chad Gable via Submission
Post-Match
Balor and Gable celebrate in the ring, sharing a respectful fist bump before raising their arms in victory. Meanwhile, Otis helps a limping Styles to the back, the two looking frustrated and vowing revenge.
Booker T:
“Man, that was a banger! Balor and Gable showed they ain’t playin’!”
Pat McAfee:
“Styles and Otis gave it their all, but tonight was all about teamwork and smarts! Balor and Gable are on fire!”
The show cuts to a commercial break as Balor and Gable continue to bask in the cheers of the WWE Universe.
Video Vignette
The scene begins with a dark, foreboding atmosphere. The camera pans through the dimly lit interior of a sleek, state-of-the-art dojo. The walls are adorned with banners bearing the Cobra Kai logo, and the faint sound of a gong echoes in the background. The air is thick with tension as the camera focuses on Terry Silver, standing in front of a mirror, adjusting his black karate gi with a devilish smirk.
Terry Silver:
“You know, when I started Cobra Kai, it was about power. About dominance. About making the weak remember their place.”
He turns slowly, his silver hair glinting in the light as his voice lowers to a sinister tone.
Terry Silver:
“But you… you’re something different. Something special. Most people need years of training to understand what we do here. But you? You’ve already felt the fire. You’ve lived it.”
The camera angle shifts, revealing Silver standing in front of an unidentified student who sits in shadow. We can only make out their silhouette, seated in a meditative pose. Their face is completely obscured by darkness, but their posture radiates confidence and calm.
Terry Silver:
“Others join Cobra Kai because they want strength. They want power. You… you already have those things. What you’re looking for is purpose.”
He kneels slightly, leaning closer to the figure, his tone both seductive and threatening.
Terry Silver:
“And I’ll give it to you. Together, we’re going to reshape everything. No mercy for those who stand in our way. No limits to what we’ll achieve.”
The student remains silent, unmoving, as Silver’s voice grows even more intense.
Terry Silver:
“You’ve already proven you can destroy. Now, I’ll teach you how to conquer. Are you ready for that? Are you ready to become… unstoppable?”
The camera zooms in slightly on the shadowed figure, who finally moves—slowly tilting their head up, just enough to catch the faintest glint of their eyes in the light. It’s chillingly ambiguous, their identity still unknown.
Student: (calm, steady)
“I’m ready.”
The camera cuts to Silver’s face as his smirk widens into a full, sinister grin. He stands tall and claps his hands once, the sound echoing through the dojo.
Terry Silver:
“Good. Because the world doesn’t know what’s coming. And it’s going to start with you.”
The screen fades to black as the Cobra Kai logo appears, accompanied by the ominous hiss of a snake. The words “No Mercy Returns” flash briefly before the segment ends.
Match Two
Singles Match: Bobby Lashley vs. Jimmy Uso
The arena is electric as Bobby Lashley makes his entrance, his imposing physique highlighted by the flashing pyrotechnics. “The Almighty” marches to the ring with laser focus, ignoring the mixed reaction of the crowd. Moments later, Jimmy Uso’s music hits, and the crowd erupts. Jimmy struts out with his trademark swagger, hyping himself up despite the daunting challenge ahead.
Pat McAfee:
“Jimmy Uso is walking into the lion’s den tonight! Lashley’s not a man, Booker, he’s a freakin’ machine!”
Booker T:
“No doubt, dawg. But Jimmy’s got somethin’ to prove tonight. He better dig deep and bring that Uso fire!”
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Early Match: Jimmy Tries to Outmaneuver Lashley
The bell rings, and Jimmy tries to use his speed to keep Lashley at bay, circling around him and throwing quick jabs. Lashley swats away Jimmy’s attempts like a man swatting flies.
Jimmy tries for a lockup, but Lashley easily shoves him halfway across the ring, causing Jimmy to roll out and regroup. Lashley stays patient, flexing and smirking as Jimmy re-enters, looking visibly shaken.
Jimmy fakes a grapple and lands a quick kick to Lashley’s leg, then another. He attempts a dropkick, but Lashley absorbs it and barely flinches. Jimmy runs the ropes, trying for a crossbody, but Lashley catches him mid-air and powers him into a gorilla press before tossing him to the mat with authority.
Pat McAfee:
“Jimmy just got LAUNCHED! Lashley’s out here playing games with this man!”
Booker T:
“Man, Lashley’s got strength for DAYS. Jimmy needs to stop flying and start fightin’ smart!”
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Lashley’s Dominance
Lashley pulls Jimmy to his feet like a ragdoll and whips him into the corner with incredible force. Jimmy crashes into the turnbuckles and stumbles forward, only to be met with a running shoulder tackle that nearly folds him in half. Lashley doesn’t let up, lifting Jimmy with ease and planting him with a delayed vertical suplex, holding him in the air long enough to flex for the crowd before slamming him down.
Jimmy clutches his back in pain, crawling to the ropes to try and recover. Lashley, showing no mercy, grabs him and throws him across the ring with a massive overhead belly-to-belly suplex.
Booker T:
“This is lookin’ like a straight-up mugging, Pat. Lashley’s not playin’ tonight!”
Pat McAfee:
“Jimmy’s got a one-way ticket to the Hurt Business right now, and there’s no refunds!”
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Jimmy’s Brief Comeback
As Lashley stalks Jimmy for the Spear, Jimmy rolls out of the ring, buying himself some time. Lashley follows, but Jimmy uses his environment, shoving Lashley into the steel steps. Lashley stumbles, giving Jimmy a small opening. Jimmy capitalizes with a superkick that sends Lashley stumbling against the barricade.
Jimmy climbs onto the ring apron and launches himself with a flying forearm, knocking Lashley to the ground. Fired up, Jimmy gets Lashley back into the ring and climbs to the top rope, hitting a diving crossbody for a surprise near-fall.
Pat McAfee:
“Jimmy’s fighting back! The Uso’s got that resilience—you can’t count him out!”
Booker T:
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Jimmy’s got the heart of a champion, but he’s gotta keep the momentum goin’!”
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Lashley Puts It Away
Jimmy goes for another superkick, but Lashley catches his leg and counters with a thunderous spinebuster, driving Jimmy into the mat. The impact is so loud it echoes through the arena.
Lashley wastes no time, hoisting Jimmy onto his shoulders and slamming him with the Dominator. Instead of going for the pin, Lashley smirks and signals for the Hurt Lock.
Pat McAfee:
“Oh no, he’s calling for it. Jimmy’s about to get locked up tighter than Fort Knox!”
Jimmy staggers to his feet, and Lashley pounces, locking in the Hurt Lock. Jimmy flails wildly, trying to escape, but Lashley’s grip is unbreakable. The referee checks on Jimmy, who has no choice but to tap out furiously.
Winner: Bobby Lashley via Submission
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Post-Match
Lashley keeps the Hurt Lock applied for a few extra seconds before tossing Jimmy’s limp body to the mat. He stands tall, flexing and glaring at the crowd as boos and cheers mix in equal measure.
Pat McAfee:
“An absolutely dominant performance from The Almighty! Jimmy Uso didn’t stand a chance!”
Booker T:
“Man, I respect Jimmy’s heart, but Bobby Lashley is just on another level. That was straight-up brutal!”
Lashley poses on the turnbuckle as medics check on Jimmy. The message is clear—Bobby Lashley is as dangerous as ever, and nobody is safe when “The Almighty” is in the ring. The screen fades to black as Lashley exits, leaving destruction in his wake.
Backstage Brawl
The camera cuts to a bustling backstage area where Diamond Dallas Page is standing near catering, chatting with a group of younger wrestlers. DDP is giving his trademark motivational advice, gesturing emphatically as the rookies hang on his every word.
DDP:
“You just gotta believe, bro! Hard work and positive energy—that’s how you own your life! Now, let’s go out there and—”
Before DDP can finish, the camera abruptly swings to the side as Flex Fuller blindsides him with a steel chair to the back. The younger wrestlers scatter like bowling pins as DDP crashes to the floor, writhing in pain.
Flex Fuller:
“Own my life? Ha! Why don’t you own THIS, old man!”
Flex, the cocky, musclebound heel, smirks as he tosses the chair aside and picks up DDP by his hair. DDP fires off a quick elbow to Flex’s midsection, causing him to stumble. The two immediately start trading punches as they brawl deeper into the backstage area.
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Chaos in the Backstage Area
The fight spills into the production area, where equipment and crew members scramble to get out of the way. DDP grabs a nearby water bottle and smashes it over Flex’s head, drenching him. Flex retaliates by shoving DDP into a stack of sound cases, toppling them over with a loud crash.
DDP:
“Is that all you got, bro? You’re softer than my yoga students!”
Flex Fuller:
“Oh yeah? Let’s see how flexible you really are!”
Flex lifts DDP and slams him onto a production crate. DDP groans in pain but manages to grab a nearby cable and wrap it around Flex’s neck, pulling him backward. Flex flails, slamming DDP into a nearby wall to break free.
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Enter Doc Brown
Suddenly, Doc Brown, the eccentric time-traveling manager, runs into the frame, waving his arms frantically.
Doc Brown:
“Great Scott! Stop this madness immediately!”
Neither man listens as DDP dodges a wild punch from Flex, causing Flex to stumble directly into Doc Brown. The collision sends Doc flying into a stack of folding chairs, collapsing into a heap with a dramatic yell.
DDP:
“Doc! Are you okay, bro?!”
Vince Russo peers around the corner because he thought someone called for him.
Flex uses the distraction to clock DDP with a camera tripod, sending him crashing to the floor. Flex stands over both men, flexing his biceps and laughing maniacally.
Flex Fuller:
“This is MY era, DDP! You’re nothing but a relic from the past, and your little mad scientist buddy is roadkill!”
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DDP’s Comeback
As Flex gloats, DDP pulls himself up using a nearby table. With a roar of determination, he grabs a fire extinguisher and sprays it directly into Flex’s face. Flex stumbles around, coughing and blinded, as DDP grabs him and plants him onto the concrete floor with a Diamond Cutter out of nowhere!
DDP:
“BANG!”
The crowd watching on the backstage monitors erupts into cheers as Flex lies motionless on the ground. DDP staggers to his feet, clutching his ribs, and checks on Doc Brown.
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Medical Attention Arrives
WWE officials and medics rush into the scene. Doc Brown is sitting up, rubbing his head but still in character.
Doc Brown:
“I’m fine! Just a minor disruption to the temporal balance. I’ve had worse collisions in 1955!”
DDP smirks and pats Doc on the shoulder.
DDP:
“You’re tougher than you look, Doc. But next time, stay outta the brawl, alright?”
As medics attend to Flex Fuller, DDP walks off with Doc, the two leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The camera pans out to show overturned equipment, broken tables, and a humiliated Flex groaning on the floor.
Pat McAfee (from commentary):
“DDP just gave Flex Fuller a backstage beatdown for the ages! And Doc Brown—what a legend!”
Booker T:
“That’s what happens when you mess with a Hall of Famer, dawg. DDP ain’t playin’, and neither is the Doc!”
The segment fades out with DDP helping Doc Brown limp away, both battered but victorious.
Main Event: The Rock & Solo Sikoa (c) vs. The Street Profits – WWE Tag Team Championship Match
The crowd is electric as the main event begins. Solo Sikoa and The Rock, the reigning champions, make their entrance with a mix of intensity and swagger. The Street Profits follow, hyping the crowd with their infectious energy. Montez Ford and Angelo Dawkins are laser-focused, knowing this is their shot at glory. The stakes are high, and the WWE Universe can feel it.
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Early Match: Solo’s Dominance
The bell rings, and Solo Sikoa starts things off against Angelo Dawkins. Solo wastes no time, delivering brutal strikes and overpowering Dawkins with his Samoan heritage’s signature aggression. Dawkins tries to use his speed to evade, but Solo catches him with a devastating Samoan Drop.
Pat McAfee:
“Solo’s a one-man wrecking crew! Dawkins might need to phone a friend already!”
Booker T:
“The Profits gotta bring it tonight if they want to walk out with gold, but Solo ain’t about to let that happen, dawg!”
Solo tags in The Rock, and the crowd erupts. The Great One lights up Dawkins with rapid punches before hitting the patented spit-punch, sending Dawkins flying into the corner. Rock taunts Ford, who tries to get into the ring but is stopped by the referee.
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The Street Profits Fight Back
Dawkins manages to dodge a charging Solo and tags in Montez Ford, who comes in like a house on fire. Ford hits a flurry of high-flying moves, including a springboard crossbody and a standing moonsault on Solo, getting a close two-count. The crowd rallies behind Ford as he yells, “We want the smoke!”
Ford builds momentum and even taunts The Rock, who leans over the ropes with a smirk. Solo recovers and plants Ford with a spinning heel kick, shifting the tide back to the champions. The Rock tags back in and takes his time, methodically wearing down Ford with suplexes and a DDT.
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High Drama: Lashley Appears
Just as the champions seem to have the match in hand, the arena erupts into boos as Bobby Lashley and his Hurt Business 2.0 entourage appear on the stage. Lashley stands stoically, arms crossed, glaring at the ring. The Rock notices first and begins jawing at Lashley, daring him to come closer.
Pat McAfee:
“Wait a minute! Lashley’s out here! What business does he have?!”
Booker T:
“This is mind games, dawg. Lashley’s settin’ the table for Survivor Series!”
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The Match Breaks Down
The distraction allows Ford to tag in Dawkins, who blindsides The Rock with a shoulder block. Dawkins and Ford double-team The Rock, hitting a double flapjack. Solo rushes in to save the match but gets caught with a dropkick from Ford, sending him tumbling to the outside.
Lashley saunters closer to ringside, his presence unnerving The Rock. As The Rock gets to his feet, Lashley climbs onto the apron. The referee tries to keep Lashley out of the ring, but the distraction allows Dawkins to hit Rock with a surprise spinebuster. Ford ascends the top rope, signaling for the From the Heavens. The crowd is on their feet.
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Chaos Ensues
*Solo Sikoa tries to re-enter the ring, but Lashley blindsides him with a clothesline on the outside, sending him crashing into the barricade. The referee turns just in time to see Ford land the From the Heavens splash on The Rock. Ford covers him—1… 2… 3!
Winners and NEW Tag Team Champions: The Street Profits
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Post-Match Carnage
The Street Profits celebrate their shocking victory, clutching the tag titles as they head up the ramp. Meanwhile, Lashley slides into the ring, standing over the fallen Rock with a smug grin. Solo tries to fight back, but Lashley spears him out of his boots, leaving him motionless.
The Rock slowly gets up, visibly furious, and squares off with Lashley. Before they can come to blows, Lashley smirks and exits the ring, his message sent loud and clear.
Pat McAfee:
“Bobby Lashley just made a statement! He cost The Rock and Solo their gold, and he’s got WarGames on his mind!”
Booker T:
“That’s strategy, baby! Lashley’s playin’ the long game. He’s settin’ the tone for Survivor Series!”
The show closes with Lashley standing at the top of the ramp, flanked by his Hurt Business allies, as The Rock and Solo glare at him from the ring. The tension is palpable as the stage is set for an explosive showdown at WarGames.
World Of Wrestling: Murrey Universe 