Raw Results
03/10/2025
[WWE Monday Night Raw – Cold Open]
The screen fades in from black, and we cut to the backstage locker room area. The camera slowly zooms in on AJ Styles, the World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder as he tapes up his wrists. He’s calm, collected — but his eyes burn with intensity. The gold glimmers in the light, a reminder of exactly who runs Monday nights. The locker room door swings open with force, slamming against the wall.
John Cena steps in, his “Never Give Up” shirt slightly wrinkled, his face serious. There’s no smile, no salute. The crowd erupts at the sight of him, but he barely acknowledges it. He locks eyes with Styles, the tension immediate and thick.
Cena (coldly):
“There he is. The ‘Phenomenal’ AJ Styles… sittin’ pretty with my title.”
AJ Styles chuckles, adjusting the belt on his shoulder without standing up.
Styles:
“Your title? That’s funny, Cena. Last time I checked, this says ‘World Champion’ — and it’s resting right here, on my shoulder.”
Cena steps closer, voice low but seething.
Cena:
“You’re just holding onto it for now. I’ve carried the wrestling world on my back while you were too busy wrestling in bingo halls and pretending to be a big deal. I’m not here to play games — I’m here to win.”
AJ smirks, finally standing up, the championship still draped over his shoulder. He tilts his head.
Styles:
“You really think you can just walk in and take this from me, Cena? You don’t belong at the top… and at Wrestle Empire, I’ll make sure the world knows why.”
Cena steps even closer, now nose to nose with Styles.
Cena (quiet, but dangerous):
“You’re right, AJ. I’m not the champ. But come Wrestle Empire… I’m walking out of that ring with your title, and there won’t be a damn thing ‘Phenomenal’ about it.”
The two stare each other down, neither backing off. The camera lingers on the intensity between them before cutting to the Raw intro package — the crowd already buzzing for the collision to come.
[Scene opens — WWE Raw arena is packed, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. A long table sits in the middle of the ring, draped in black cloth, with a contract and two microphones placed neatly. Adam Pearce stands between two empty chairs, mic in hand.]
A New Day
Triple H:
“Ladies and gentlemen… it’s time to make it official. For the No Holds Barred match at Wrestle Empire, we’re about to witness the contract signing between two men who were once brothers. First — the challenger… BIG E!”
“Feel the Power!” blasts through the speakers. Big E emerges on the ramp, his usual energetic self nowhere to be found. He walks slowly, his face intense and focused. The crowd cheers, chanting his name. He steps into the ring, eyeing the contract but not touching it. His gaze is locked on the entrance ramp.
Triple H:
“And his opponent… the man who betrayed that brotherhood — KOFI KINGSTON!”
Kofi’s music hits, but it’s a slowed-down, remixed, more sinister version. He saunters out, wearing a sharp suit and a smug grin, sunglasses hiding his eyes. He soaks in the boos, pausing at the top of the ramp to laugh to himself before heading to the ring. He takes his time, deliberately circling the ring before stepping inside.
Kofi grabs a mic first, smirking.
Kofi Kingston:
“Well, well… look at you, E. All serious, no jokes, no gyrations. Took you long enough to grow up. But let’s be honest — you’re still the same old ‘Big E,’ aren’t you? Still chasing my shadow.”
Big E: (his voice low, steady)
“I’m not here for the jokes, Kofi. I’m not here for the games. I’m here because you stabbed me in the back. After everything we went through — the brotherhood, the years… you threw it all away. For what? A spotlight you already had?”
Kofi: (laughs coldly)
“Brotherhood? You think this is about brotherhood? This is about survival. I carried you for years. I was the one who made The New Day matter. And what did I get? A pancake peddler and a failed solo run. You… you were never supposed to be the star, E. I was. And at Wrestle Empire, I finish what I started when I put you down at the college.”
Big E: (leans forward, his voice rising)
“You think you carried me? You think this is about the spotlight? Kofi… you were my brother. I fought for you when no one else would. I watched you rise to the top, and I stood beside you, not behind you. But now — now I’m done watching. At Wrestle Empire, I’m not coming for the spotlight. I’m coming to break you.”
The crowd explodes. Kofi slowly removes his sunglasses, revealing a cold, hateful glare. He steps right up to Big E, only inches between them now.
Kofi:
“You can try. But the truth is, E… you don’t have the heart to finish me.”
Big E doesn’t blink. He grabs the pen, signs the contract without breaking eye contact, and slams the pen down on the table.
Kofi chuckles, shaking his head like Big E’s a fool. He grabs the pen next, signs the contract with a flourish, then leans back into the mic.
Kofi:
“No holds barred? You just signed your death warrant.”
He throws the mic down. Big E flips the table over in a burst of rage, sending it flying out of the ring. The crowd roars. The two stare each other down, breathing heavily. Triple H looks nervous, trying to step in between them.
Big E: (his voice almost a growl)
“I’m not coming to wrestle, Kofi. I’m coming to end you.”
Kofi, smiling through the tension, raises his mic one last time.
Kofi:
“Good. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Kofi drops the mic, and the two lunge at each other — security swarms the ring, barely managing to pull them apart. The crowd chants “LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!” as Raw goes to commercial
Chad Gable’s Lucha Misadventure
—
[vignette begins — the screen fades in with dramatic Mexican-style guitar music. The camera zooms in on Chad Gable, wearing a poncho, a sombrero, and a fake mustache.]
Chad Gable:
“Shooooooosh! Ah, Mexico… the land of luchadors, tacos, and… opportunity! If Rey Mysterio can do it, why not me — Chad ‘El Maestro’ Gable? I’m gonna become the greatest luchador of all time!”
(He proudly flexes, but his sombrero falls over his face.)
Chad Gable:
“Dang it… okay, maybe I need a mentor. Someone who knows the ropes around here…”
Suddenly, a DeLorean pulls up, and smoke hisses from the doors. Out steps… Doc Brown!
Doc Brown (frantically):
“Chad! Great Scott! You can’t become a luchador — you’ll disrupt the very fabric of space and time!”
Chad Gable (confused):
“Wait… what? Why are you here?”
Doc Brown:
“The flux capacitor detected a disturbance… YOU! If you become a luchador, it’ll trigger an alternate timeline where Dominik Mysterio becomes nice and Logan Paul loses the AEW championship! We can’t let that happen!”
Chad Gable:
“Logan Paul lose? Oh no, I gotta fix this. But how?”
Doc Brown:
“We need to blend in — become locals. Follow me!”
—
[Cut to a dimly lit street — the neon sign above a sketchy building reads “Casa de Amor y Burritos.”]
Chad Gable:
“Wait a second, Doc… this doesn’t look like a lucha gym…”
Doc Brown:
“Nonsense, Chad! This is where legends are born!”
(They walk inside. The camera reveals a smoky room filled with women in lingerie, a mariachi band playing a sensual version of Gable’s theme song, and a confused-looking Otis sitting at the bar eating a burrito.)
Otis:
“Gable? What are you doing in a… wait, is that Doc Brown?!”
Chad Gable:
“Otis?! What are you doing here??”
Otis:
“I followed the smell of carne asada, but then this nice lady named Rosa said I’m her ‘big cuddly burrito’ and I got distracted.”
Doc Brown (panicking):
“Chad, this isn’t a gym — this is a… a… brothel!”
Chad Gable:
“Brothel?! SHOOSH, DOC! This is not what I signed up for!”
(Suddenly, a large, masked luchador — “El Guapo Gigante” — bursts through the back, furious.)
El Guapo Gigante:
“Who dares enter Casa de Amor y Burritos without a mask?!”
Chad Gable (desperate):
“I’m a luchador! I swear! Look!”
(Gable throws on a random mask from the wall — it’s a comically tiny child’s mask that barely covers his nose.)
El Guapo Gigante:
“You insult Lucha Libre! Prepare to be… humbled!”
Doc Brown (grabbing Gable):
“We gotta go! Chad, to the DeLorean — hit 88 miles per hour!”
Chad Gable:
“I can’t run that fast! I do suplexes, not cardio!”
(Suddenly, Otis stands up, throws his burrito aside, and yells)
Otis:
“NOBODY TOUCHES MY GABLE!”
(He charges El Guapo Gigante, but instead hugs him, thinking it’s a bear hug. El Guapo collapses, winded.)
Chad Gable:
“Otis, you saved me!”
Otis:
“Shoosh, please… I’m just a big cuddly burrito.”
—
[The vignette fades out with Doc Brown dragging Chad back into the DeLorean as Otis stays behind, being fanned with a feather by Rosa.]
Doc Brown (yelling from the DeLorean):
“Next stop — 2025, we need to stop Rey Mysterio from winning the Intercontinental title from you at Wrestle Empire!”
Chad Gable:
“Wait, what?!”
[Fade to black.]
Tonight’s Main Event Match: Finn Bálor vs. R-Truth
The arena buzzes with energy as the lights dim. The crowd erupts as Finn Bálor’s music hits, and the arena glows in a sea of flashing lights. Bálor emerges, a new look, his arms outstretched to the crowd’s rhythm. He looks laser-focused, a predator eyeing his prey.
The mood shifts as R-Truth’s lively theme blasts through the speakers. The crowd cheers, and Truth dances down the ramp, hyping up the audience. He slides into the ring, microphone in hand.
R-Truth:
“What’s up? What’s up? Y’all know what’s up! Tonight, I’m gonna give Finn a beatdown so bad, he might think he’s lost anothet trilogy to AJ Styles!”
Bálor smirks, unfazed by the bravado. The referee signals for the bell — and we’re off!
—
R-Truth starts off with his unpredictable, unorthodox offense. He jukes and jives, dodging Bálor’s early strikes. Truth lands a quick arm drag, followed by a deep hip toss. Bálor pops up, only to eat a spinning calf kick that sends him stumbling to the ropes.
Truth capitalizes, bouncing off the opposite side and hitting a big corkscrew elbow. He covers early — 1… 2… Kickout!
Bálor nods, respecting the early effort, but he switches gears. He traps Truth in a waist lock and transitions into a snap suplex. Bálor, now in control, drills him with a basement dropkick to the side of the head.
—
Bálor starts picking Truth apart with methodical strikes — sharp chops echo through the arena. He whips Truth into the corner and follows up with his signature running dropkick, sending Truth crashing into the turnbuckles.
Bálor climbs to the top rope, looking for an early Coup de Grâce, but Truth wisely rolls to the outside. The crowd cheers as Truth catches his breath and jokes with a fan, but Bálor isn’t having it. He sprints to the ropes and flies over with a Tope Con Hilo, taking Truth down hard!
Both men are down, and the ref begins his count. Bálor gets to his feet first, tossing Truth back in at 7.
—
As Bálor climbs back into the ring, Truth surprises him with a sudden Lie Detector spinning forearm! The crowd pops as Truth covers — 1… 2… NO! Bálor kicks out just in time.
Truth gets fired up, dancing a little before delivering a huge Scissors Kick to the back of Bálor’s head. He covers again — 1… 2… Bálor kicks out!
Truth can’t believe it. He pulls Bálor up, calling for the What’s Up finisher, but Bálor reverses mid-move and counters with a 1916! Both men are down again, the crowd chanting, “This is awesome!”
—
Bálor, fueled by the chants, pulls himself up and heads to the top rope once more. He signals to the crowd, but Truth cuts him off, climbing up to meet him. They trade blows on the top rope until Bálor lands a massive headbutt, sending Truth crashing to the mat.
With the crowd on its feet, Bálor stands tall on the top turnbuckle and leaps — Coup de Grâce! He drives both boots into Truth’s chest with authority. He hooks the leg —
1… 2… 3!
—
Winner: Finn Bálor
The bell rings, and Bálor’s music blares throughout the arena. The crowd roars in approval. Bálor, breathing heavily, rises to his feet, his arm raised in victory. He looks down at R-Truth with a nod of respect.
Truth stirs, holding his ribs, and Bálor helps him to his feet. The crowd cheers as the two men share a fist bump in a show of sportsmanship.
Bálor climbs the ropes one last time, throwing his arms wide, basking in the glory of the hard-fought victory.
Pat McAfee:
“What a match! Finn Bálor proves once again why he’s one of the best in the world, but let’s not overlook R-Truth’s heart tonight — what a performance from both superstars!”
The show fades to black with Bálor standing tall, his eyes on the horizon for whatever — or whoever — comes next.
**
SmackDown Results
03/14/2025
Opening Segment: Triple H’s Announcement
Triple H’s music hits to a huge ovation as he marches to the ring in a suit, mic in hand.
Triple H: “I’m here tonight with a massive opportunity — an opportunity for R-Truth! Truth, if you’re listening, I need an answer tonight. You have the chance to face AJ Styles for the World Championship, but I need to hear from you before Raw next week. Let’s make it happen!”
“Also, we shocked the wrestling world with our announcement of the talent exchange program with AEW! This is huge news for the wrestling world and we look forward to working with AEW for the foreseeable future!”
The crowd is so loud that the broadcast team can barely be heard.
Commercial
—
Backstage: Triple H’s Search Begins
Triple H is seen backstage asking various superstars and crew members if they’ve seen R-Truth. He even asks Lita, who claims she saw him at catering, but when Triple H gets there, it’s empty — except for Otis, who’s still wearing a sombrero from his trip to Mexico and eating a turkey leg.
—
Match 1: Diamond Dallas Page vs. Santos Escobar
A surprise return for DDP gets the crowd on their feet! Santos puts up a strong fight, but DDP counters a Phantom Driver into a Diamond Cutter for the win.
McAfee: “What year is this?! DDP’s still got it!”
Booker T: “That man’s a legend, Pat — and that cutter’s still money, dawg!”
—
Backstage: Triple H’s Search Continues
Triple H spots The Miz.
Triple H: “Miz, you seen R-Truth?”
Miz: “You kidding me? I haven’t been able to get rid of him for years. Now when you actually need him, he’s nowhere to be found? Figures.”
—
Match 2: WWE Women’s Championship Match — Asuka (c) vs. Sonya Deville
Sonya brings the fight to Asuka, targeting her arm throughout the match. Asuka battles back, locking in the Asuka Lock to force a tap-out and retain her title.
Booker T: “Sonya gave Asuka a fight tonight, but the Empress of Tomorrow ain’t slowin’ down for nobody!”
McAfee: “I think Asuka’s got her eyes on Wrestle Empire now, Book — and that title isn’t going anywhere.”
—
Backstage: Triple H’s Last Attempt
Triple H tries calling R-Truth but gets voicemail. He shakes his head, frustrated.
Triple H: “Truth… where the hell are you, man?”
—
Main Event: The Rock vs. Tommaso Ciampa (Non-Title)
Ciampa comes out to a good pop, showing no fear of the WWE Champion. The Rock gets a thunderous mixed reaction. The crowd is electric.
The match is a banger — Ciampa hangs tough, countering the Rock Bottom into a Fairy Tale Ending, but Solo Sikoa appears and pulls Ciampa’s leg onto the ropes to break the pin.
McAfee: “Oh come on, Solo! Let Ciampa finish this!”
Booker T: “This is the Bloodline’s game, man. Anything to protect The Rock.”
The Rock takes advantage, hits the People’s Elbow, and wins.
Winner: The Rock
—
Post-Match: The Bloodline Implodes
The Rock grabs the mic, breathing heavily.
The Rock: “Roman Reigns… you think you’re the Tribal Chief? Nah. I’m the Final Boss. Wrestle Empire, I’m putting you in your place once and for all!”
Suddenly, The Usos’ music hits to a huge pop! Jimmy and Jey walk down to the ring, glaring at The Rock.
The Rock: “Welcome to The Rock’s Island, boys.”
Jimmy shakes his head.
Jimmy: “Nah, Uce. This ain’t your island.”
The Usos attack The Rock and Solo! The crowd erupts as Jey superkicks The Rock, sending him down. Solo tries to fight back but eats a double superkick.
Jey grabs the mic:
Jey: “Roman Reigns is our Tribal Chief!”
The Usos walk up the ramp, and Roman Reigns appears at the top of the stage. He nods at The Usos, and they pose together as The Rock and Solo stir in the ring.
The camera fades to black with the crowd roaring.
—
Final Backstage Shot (After the Show)
A final shot of Triple H walking backstage, shaking his head in disbelief. He looks into the camera, exasperated.
Triple H: “If anyone sees R-Truth… tell him he’s got until Monday.”
End of show.
World Of Wrestling: Murrey Universe 