WWE Raw Results
02/17/2025
Cold Open
[Scene opens backstage at Monday Night Raw. The Miz is standing in front of a mirror, adjusting his coat and admiring himself. R-Truth sneaks up behind him, grinning.]
R-Truth: “Miz! There you are! Man, I got some big news for ya!”
The Miz: (sighs) “Truth, I swear if this is another one of your theories about invisible referees—”
R-Truth: “Nah, nah, this is real. I was talkin’ to some very important sources backstage, and they said… (dramatic pause) …you might be next in line for a WWE Championship match!”
The Miz: (smirks) “Of course I am! I am a must-see champi—”
R-Truth: (cuts him off) “Yeah, yeah, but here’s the problem… You ain’t ready.”
The Miz: (offended) “Excuse me?!”
R-Truth: “You heard me. See, bein’ WWE Champion ain’t just about winnin’ matches. You gotta be prepared! You gotta be mentally, physically, and spiritually locked in!”
The Miz: “Truth, I’m literally one of the most decorated superstars in the WWE. I think I know how to prepare.”
R-Truth: (shakes head) “Nah, you don’t get it. That’s why I took it upon myself… to train you.”
The Miz: “Oh no.”
[R-Truth pulls out a ridiculous training checklist, with scribbled items like “Stare down practice,” “Champion strut lessons,” and “Learn how to take a surprise roll-up.”]
R-Truth: “First up, staredown practice! You gotta look at your opponent like they just took the last slice of pizza at a family cookout.”
[R-Truth squares up, eyes wide, lips trembling like he’s about to explode. The Miz stares back, confused.]
The Miz: “What are you doing?”
R-Truth: “I’m channelin’ my inner champion! You gotta intimidate, Miz!”
The Miz: “I already know how to do a staredown!”
R-Truth: “Aight, fine, next lesson: The Champion Strut!”
[R-Truth starts strutting around dramatically, then suddenly switches to a Ric Flair strut, then finally does a moonwalk.]
R-Truth: “See, you gotta mix it up! Keep ‘em guessin’!”
The Miz: (facepalms) “I’m not doing that.”
R-Truth: (ignores him) “Okay, final and most important part of champion training… Learnin’ how to survive… the surprise roll-up.”
The Miz: “The WHAT?”
R-Truth: “Bro, do you know how many titles been lost to a roll-up? It’s the most devastating move in sports entertainment! You gotta be ready.”
[R-Truth suddenly lunges at Miz with a slow, exaggerated roll-up attempt. The Miz sidesteps, and Truth rolls right into a pile of catering trays, sending sandwiches flying everywhere.]
The Miz: (deadpan) “Yeah. You really got that one scouted.”
R-Truth: (muffled, from the floor) “I think I got mustard in my ear.”
The Miz: “I don’t need your training, Truth. I am ready. And when I win the WWE Championship, I’ll make sure you never get near it.”
R-Truth: (getting up, brushing crumbs off) “Oh, that reminds me! When you win, can I hold the belt for a selfie? Just for, like, five minutes? Maybe ten? You know, just long enough to update my Twitter profile pic…”
[The Miz storms off as Truth pulls out his phone, already trying to take selfies with an invisible title. The camera zooms in on Miz shaking his head as we fade to the Raw intro.]
Raw opens up with CEO Triple H standing in the ring
Triple H:
“Oh, Anthony… Anthony, Anthony, Anthony. You sit there behind your little screen, typing away like you’re the voice of the people, but all I hear is a desperate cry for attention from a dude who clearly don’t know what the hell he’s talking about.
You wanna talk about making you care? Bruh, MAKE ME care about whatever weak-ass takes you’re spitting. ‘Cause right now, all I see is a keyboard warrior flapping his gums about a company that, if I’m not mistaken, just put out the hottest product in the damn industry.
You’re out here throwing shade at Gable, questioning his status as a fighting champion. My guy, have you even seen the man wrestle? Have you watched the wars he’s been in? The blood, the sweat, the grind? Nah, you’d rather be sitting there with your ‘historically large appendage’ in hand, pretending like you know what it takes to be a champion. Spoiler alert: you don’t.
And then you wanna come for Cena? John freakin’ Cena? One of the greatest to ever do it? The man who built the damn house you’re critiquing from your little basement bunker? Bruh, you couldn’t lace his sneakers, let alone step to his legacy.
But, oh, oh, now you perk up because the Tribal Chief is back? Now you wanna act like you give a damn? Lemme tell you something—Roman Reigns is a once-in-a-lifetime talent, but don’t sit here acting like you only care when he shows up. That’s bandwagon behavior, bruh. That’s fake fan energy.
So here’s the deal, Anthony—while you’re out there ‘teaching these online bitches who the boss really is’ in Call of Duty, the REAL bosses, the real champions, the real legends are out here in that ring, night after night, doing what you could never do—making history.
Now, sit your ass down, grab some popcorn, and watch how it’s really done. And oh yeah…Are ya ready?”
The crowd screams with excitement as Triple H exits the ring and we get ready for the Intercontinental title match.
WWE Intercontinental Championship Match
Chad Gable (c) vs. Karrion Kross vs. Pete Dunne
Triple Threat Match
The atmosphere inside the sold-out arena is electric as the Intercontinental Championship is set to be defended in a brutal triple-threat showdown. The champion, Chad Gable, stands tall, his title draped over his shoulder, determined to prove he belongs among the greats. His challengers, the methodical and ruthless Karrion Kross, and the vicious, technical brawler Pete Dunne, are both eager to rip the gold away from him.
As the bell rings, Kross wastes no time, charging at Gable with a thunderous big boot, sending the champion crashing into the turnbuckle. Dunne, ever the opportunist, immediately goes after Kross, hammering him with rapid-fire forearms before delivering a step-up enzuigiri that staggers the big man.
Kross quickly shakes it off and ragdolls Dunne with a Saito Suplex, sending him skidding across the ring. He turns to Gable, who counters a clothesline attempt by ducking under and delivering a beautiful dropkick right to Kross’ jaw. Gable then leaps onto Kross, trying to bring him down with a rear waist lock, looking for a German Suplex, but Kross is too strong and shoves him off.
Dunne comes flying in with a springboard moonsault onto Kross, finally taking him down momentarily. With Kross out of the ring, Dunne and Gable turn their focus to each other. They engage in a lightning-fast technical exchange, with Gable countering a wristlock into an arm drag, followed by a deep headlock takeover. Dunne fights out, grabbing Gable’s fingers and brutally snapping them back, causing the champion to yell in agony.
Kross storms back into the ring, levels both men with a double clothesline, then lifts Dunne and slams him into Gable like a wrecking ball. With both men down, Kross signals for the Doomsday Saito, but Dunne counters in mid-air, flipping out and hitting a buzzsaw kick to the side of Kross’ head.
Gable, ever the strategist, quickly capitalizes by grabbing Dunne from behind and delivering a perfectly executed rolling German suplex, bridging into a pin—1…2…Kross breaks it up! Kross lifts Gable, looking for the Final Prayer Powerbomb, but Gable turns it into a hurricanrana, sending Kross tumbling to the outside.
Sensing an opportunity, Dunne hoists Gable onto his shoulders and looks for the Bitter End, but Gable reverses mid-air into a DDT! The crowd explodes as Gable covers—1…2…Kickout!
As all three men struggle to their feet, the match reaches a fever pitch. Kross, back in the ring, catches Dunne in the Kross Jacket submission! Dunne fights desperately, but Kross wrenches back, squeezing the life out of him. Just as Dunne’s arm starts to drop, Gable flies in with a moonsault, breaking the hold!
With Kross staggered, Gable sends him to the apron with a running knee. He then turns around and eats a vicious snap German suplex from Dunne! Dunne quickly follows up with the Bitter End, planting the champion in the center of the ring! The referee counts—1…2…Kross yanks Dunne out of the ring at the last second!
Kross hurls Dunne into the barricade with a sickening thud and rolls back in. He sets Gable up for the Final Prayer, but Gable counters with a rolling cradle—1…2…NO! Kross powers out and immediately locks in the Kross Jacket on Gable!
The champion fights desperately, refusing to fade, and suddenly uses the turnbuckle to flip backwards, trapping Kross in a pinning predicament—1…2…Kross lets go to escape! As Kross stumbles, Dunne comes flying in with a jumping knee to the face, sending him crashing to the outside.
Dunne turns his attention to Gable, looking to end it, but Gable counters, trapping him in the Ankle Lock! Dunne howls in pain as Gable torques the hold, standing up to apply more pressure. Dunne rolls through, but Gable keeps hold and deadlifts him into a German Suplex with a bridge—1…2…Kickout!
Gable quickly climbs to the top rope, looking for the Moonsault, but Kross rushes back into the ring and meets him at the top. Kross attempts a superplex, but Dunne sneaks underneath and powerbombs Kross, sending both him and Gable crashing to the mat!
With all three men down, the crowd is in a frenzy. Dunne is the first to move, crawling toward Gable, but the champion catches him in a small package—1…2…Dunne kicks out! Dunne charges at Gable, but the Olympian rolls through and delivers a lightning-fast Chaos Theory German Suplex!
Gable senses the end, climbs the ropes again, and nails a picture-perfect Moonsault onto Dunne! He hooks the leg—1…2…3!
Winner & Still Intercontinental Champion: Chad Gable
The crowd erupts as Gable collapses in exhaustion, clutching his title. Kross glares from the outside, furious at his missed opportunity, while Dunne, frustrated but respectful, nods at Gable’s resilience. The Olympian has defied the odds, proving that his beginning reign as Intercontinental Champion is no fluke.
Gable stands on the turnbuckle, raising his championship high as we head to commercial
Back from commercial
The Betrayal of Brotherhood
Setting: The grand auditorium of the University of Iowa is packed with students, faculty, and alumni. The stage is adorned with blue and gold banners, and a large screen behind the podium displays the words: HONORARY DOCTORATE RECIPIENT: ETTORRE “BIG E” EWEN. The crowd erupts in cheers as Big E, dressed in a sleek black suit with his honorary doctorate medal around his neck, steps up to the podium.
BIG E:
“Man… This is surreal. Never thought I’d be standing here, not just as a graduate, but as an honoree. To think, a kid who used to crush defensive linemen on this very field is now here to inspire YOU all—”
Suddenly, the microphone picks up a disturbance from the side of the stage. A figure in a hoodie pushes past security and storms onto the stage.
KOFI KINGSTON (pulling back his hood):
“Inspire them? YOU?!”
The crowd gasps as they recognize Kofi Kingston. Big E’s smile fades, then concern.
BIG E:
“Kofi? Man, what are you—”
Before Big E can finish, Kofi swings his right hand, slapping the microphone out of his grasp. The metal clang echoes through the hall. Security moves in, but Big E raises a hand, stopping them. He stares at Kofi, trying to process the moment.
KOFI KINGSTON:
“I stood beside you for YEARS, E. I fought with you, bled with you, held you up when you fell. And now, now you’re standing here, basking in YOUR moment, while the rest of us get left in the past?”
BIG E (confused, hurt):
“What are you talking about, man? This ain’t about leaving anyone behind—this is about growth!”
Kofi sneers, shaking his head.
KOFI KINGSTON:
“Growth? Is that what you call it? While you’re here, being celebrated, I’ve been forgotten. They don’t chant for me anymore, do they? They chant your name. YOUR name. And I’m done being second to you.”
Before Big E can react, Kofi suddenly lunges forward and delivers a vicious kick to his gut. The crowd erupts in shock as Big E doubles over, gasping. Security rushes in, but Kofi grabs Big E and slams him face-first into the podium, shattering the wooden stand. Papers and microphones scatter across the stage as faculty members scream for order.
Big E groans, rolling onto his back, his honorary doctorate medal dangling loosely around his neck. Kofi steps over him, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with years of pent-up frustration.
KOFI KINGSTON (softly, but with venom):
“The New Day is over. And so is your reign as the golden child.”
Kofi rips the honorary medal from Big E’s neck, staring at it for a moment before tossing it onto his fallen former brother. He turns sharply and walks off stage as security finally regains control. The audience sits in stunned silence, the joy of the ceremony shattered by another act of betrayal no one saw coming.
John Cena vs. Jey Uso – A Hard-Fought Battle
The arena is electric as John Cena’s music hits, and the crowd erupts. “The Champ Is Here!” flashes on the big screen as Cena makes his way to the ring, hyping up the fans.
Moments later, Jey Uso’s music blares through the speakers, and the Uso chants echo around the stadium as thousands “Yeet” in unison. Jey steps onto the ramp with confidence, ready to prove himself against one of the greatest of all time.
The Match:
The bell rings, and both men circle the ring, locking up in the center. Jey Uso quickly uses his speed advantage, delivering sharp kicks to Cena’s legs, trying to wear down the veteran. Cena counters with his power, muscling Jey into the corner and unloading with his signature shoulder tackles.
Jey fights back with a flying forearm, followed by a Samoan Drop for a close two-count. He climbs to the top rope and leaps for a diving crossbody, but Cena rolls through, hoisting Jey onto his shoulders. “You can’t see me!” echoes through the arena as Cena delivers the Five Knuckle Shuffle. He lifts Jey for the Attitude Adjustment, but Jey counters mid-air, landing on his feet and immediately drilling Cena with a superkick!
The crowd is on its feet as Jey ascends the turnbuckle, looking for the Uso Splash—but Cena rolls out of the way at the last second! As Jey struggles to his feet, Cena wastes no time, catching him with an AA! He hooks the leg—one… two… Jey kicks out! The crowd gasps in shock as Cena shakes his head in disbelief.
Cena pulls Jey up, but Uso fights back, hitting a flurry of punches and a second superkick! He sprints off the ropes for a running attack, but Cena suddenly catches him again—Attitude Adjustment! And Cena doesn’t let go—he rolls through, hoists Jey up for a second AA, and plants him in the center of the ring! One… two… three!
Winner: John Cena (via pinfall, after two Attitude Adjustments)
Post-Match:
Cena stands tall, helping Jey to his feet and shaking his hand in a sign of respect. Jey nods, acknowledging the hard-fought contest, before exiting the ring.
Cena grabs a microphone, looking around at the roaring crowd.
Cena: “Wrestle Empire is right around the corner, and I an here for one reason—to take my place at the top. And there’s one man standing in my way…”
The crowd buzzes as Cena continues.
Cena: “AJ Styles!”
A thunderous pop from the audience.
Cena: “One-on-one. Wrestle Empire. The World Championship. What do you say?”
The camera cuts backstage, where AJ Styles is watching on a monitor, smirking. He nods before turning away, leaving the WWE Universe in anticipation. Cena drops the mic and raises his hands, signaling his intent—he wants a title run, and he’s ready for war.
Will AJ Styles accept?
The road to Wrestle Empire just got a whole lot more exciting as we head to commercial.
Back from commercial
The Tribal Chief Arrives!
(The arena is buzzing with anticipation as the lights dim. A slow, foreboding beat echoes through the speakers. The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos as Roman Reigns steps onto the stage, dressed in all black, eyes cold and calculating. He takes his time, letting the moment sink in before slowly raising the mic.)
ROMAN REIGNS:
“You know… I expected better from you, Dwayne.” (He shakes his head, smirking.) “I really did. But instead of standing across from me like a man, like the so-called leader of this dynasty, you come out here with the same tired catchphrases, the same Hollywood delivery, acting like the world hasn’t passed you by. You wanna talk about ‘rewriting the script’? Nah, Rock. The truth is, you’ve been reading off the same one for years.”
(The crowd roars, but Roman remains composed, his voice slow and deliberate.)
“Let’s get something straight. You didn’t build this house—you just lived in it. WWE protected you. They worshiped you. They gave you the ball over and over again while they slammed the door in my face. So I did what no one else had the guts to do. I went somewhere that didn’t need me to be a corporate poster boy, that didn’t need to hand-feed me success. I built myself into the most dominant force this business has ever seen, and when I came here, I didn’t ask for anything. I am taking it.”
(He steps forward, eyes burning with intensity.)
“You wanna call me a visitor? Nah. I’m the storm that tore this place apart. I didn’t just demand a seat at the table—I flipped it over. And now? Now, you finally feel threatened. Good. You should be.”
(The crowd erupts as Roman smirks, his demeanor calm but dangerous.)
“You wanna talk about dominance? You wanna talk about legacy? Let’s talk about it. You had your time, your moment, but now, you’re looking at the man who will surpass you. This ain’t about respect. This ain’t about family. This is about power. And at Wrestle Empire, under the brightest lights, when it’s just you and me in that ring, you’re gonna feel what real power looks like. You don’t get your Hollywood ending, Rock. You get humbled. You get beaten. And when I leave you broken in the middle of this ring, the world will finally understand…”
(He steps even closer to the camera, his voice now a whisper filled with venom.)
“I don’t need a championship to be the best. I am the best. And when it’s all said and done… as I raise the WWE title high in the air… you will acknowledge me.”
(Roman drops the mic, his music hitting as he stands tall, the energy in the arena crackling with anticipation for the battle to come.)
Before the show closes we cut backstage and see Triple H handing Asuka her Women’s Championship back.
Triple H: “The Vince Russos of the world are gone. Asuka, I am sorry from the bottom of my heart”
End of Show
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