Opening 🌟
[Monday Night RAW opens with an electric crowd. The arena is buzzing, and before the commentary team can even speak, the familiar sound of “The Game” by Motörhead hits. The crowd erupts as Triple H steps onto the stage, dressed sharply in a suit. He carries a mysterious, covered championship belt over his shoulder. He smirks, soaking in the energy before making his way to the ring.]
Triple H:
“Welcome… to MONDAY NIGHT RAW!”
(The crowd explodes with cheers.)
“Now, let’s talk business. We’re standing on the edge of something big — something new. Because this isn’t just the next chapter of WWE… this is the start of the Triple H era. And let me tell you — we are PRIMED for it.”
(The crowd picks up on the not-so-subtle jab, a mix of cheers and laughter ripples through the arena.)
“But of course, not everyone’s happy about that. We’ve got this little group calling themselves ‘The Triad’ — three suits from ULW who think they can bring their corporate playbook to my ring. I’ve gotta say… for all the money they’re throwing around, that might be the worst ménage à trois I’ve ever seen.”
(The crowd laughs and cheers again.)
“The thing is — they’re not wrestlers, they’re businessmen. They’re not here to fight, they’re here to make deals, shake hands, and talk about ‘brand synergy’ and ‘market expansion.’ Well, I’ve got news for them — this isn’t a boardroom. This is WWE. And around here, we don’t negotiate… we fight.”
“So tonight, we’re setting the tone. We’re not talking business — we’re talking family. In our main event, it’s gonna be Jimmy and Jey Uso taking on The Rock… and Solo Sikoa!”
(The crowd goes wild, shocked by the announcement.)
“Bloodline versus Bloodline. Because here in WWE, it’s not about corporate strategy. It’s about who wants it more — who’s willing to bleed for this business. And tonight? We’re gonna find out.”
“You know, I’ve stood in this ring for a long time. I’ve seen eras rise, and I’ve seen them fall. I’ve seen companies come and go. I’ve seen people say they’re the best… until they realize what being the best really means.”
(The crowd stirs, murmuring. They know where this is going.)
“So here’s the truth. WWE isn’t afraid of competition. Hell — we were built on it. And I’m done pretending that we’re the only game in town.”
“Because the reality is… AEW’s not going anywhere.”
(The crowd pops hard at the mention of AEW.)
“And I’ll be damned if we let them think they run the place either. So if they want to claim they’ve got the best in the world — let’s find out.”
(Triple H glances at the championship on his shoulder, then slowly removes the covering, revealing a stunning, gold-and-silver plated championship belt with both WWE and AEW logos displayed prominently on each side. The crowd gasps, then explodes into cheers.)
“This… is the Dual Dominion Championship. One title. Two companies. One champion.”
“This isn’t about brands anymore. This isn’t about WWE or AEW. This is about who is the very best professional wrestler on the planet, no matter where they fight. This championship will be defended across both promotions — RAW, SmackDown, Dynamite, Collision, you name it.”
“And the first man to hold this title… isn’t gonna be decided by suits in boardrooms. It’s gonna be decided the way it should be — in the ring.”
(The crowd is unglued, chanting **“Holy sht!”** as Triple H smirks, pacing the ring.)*
“So whether you’re a WWE superstar… or an AEW wrestler sitting at home, watching this — you better lace up your boots and bring your A-game.”
“Because this isn’t about brands anymore. This is about domination. This is about proving to the world… that you’re undeniable.”
“Because The Game has changed. And if you’re not ready to play?”
“Then it’s time to get the hell out of the way.”
(Triple H holds the Dual Dominion Championship high above his head as the crowd erupts, the camera zooming in on the gold, merging the worlds of WWE and AEW into one historic moment.)
(Triple H drops the mic with a smirk as his music hits, the crowd on fire with anticipation for the explosive main event.)
Backstage 🌟
Finn Bálor:
“Y’know… it’s funny how things change around here. Alliances break. Brothers fall. People move on. But me? I’m still standing. Still fighting. Still proving I’m better than anyone who dares step in the ring with me.”
“A group that was supposed to be about dominance, about taking over this place and making it theirs. And for a while… it was. They were unstoppable. They were feared. But somewhere along the way, things got… messy. Ego. Greed. Betrayal.”
“I’ve been watching. Waiting. And I’ve realized something — that group doesn’t end just because a few people lost their way. Judgment… evolves. Judgment rebirths. And maybe… just maybe… it’s time for The Reborn Judgment.”
(The crowd stirs with excitement as Finn smirks again, pacing the ring.)
“The Reborn Judgment isn’t about friendship. It isn’t about loyalty. It’s about power. Control. And pain. The kind of pain that reminds everyone why it was feared in the first place.”
“Maybe I’ll call some old friends. Maybe I’ll find some new ones. But mark my words — this isn’t over. The Reborn Judgment… is coming. And when it does… no one is safe.”
(Finn drops the mic, his music hits as he stares into the camera with that cold, determined glare.)
Bloodline vs Bloodline
The Usos vs. The Rock & Solo Sikoa — Tonight’s Main Event 🌟
[The arena is electric. The Usos’ music hits first, and Jimmy and Jey walk down with swagger, but there’s a tension in their eyes. The Bloodline has been splintering for months, and tonight feels like a boiling point.]
Wade Barrett: “This isn’t just a family feud anymore — this is about pride, power, and who truly represents The Bloodline’s legacy!”
[The Usos hit the ring, posing on the ropes. Then, the music shifts.]
“IF YA SMELL… WHAT THE ROCK… IS COOKIN’!”
[The crowd explodes as The Rock’s music blasts through the arena. He walks out with his trademark smirk, but his eyes are dead serious. Solo Sikoa follows behind, stoic, his Samoan Spike hand taped tight. They make their way to the ring, the tension palpable.]
—
The Bell Rings
The Rock starts things off with Jimmy.
They circle each other. Jimmy talks trash, but The Rock smirks and raises his hand, daring him to lock up. They engage — collar and elbow tie-up — The Rock quickly shifts into a headlock. Jimmy pushes him off to the ropes, but The Rock rebounds and floors him with a shoulder tackle. The crowd pops hard.
Wade Barrett: “The Great One hasn’t lost a step!”
Jimmy gets up, frustrated. He swings wildly — The Rock ducks and fires off a lightning-fast combo of punches, ending with his signature spit-hand slap, sending Jimmy sprawling into the corner.
The Rock: “Come on, Uce! Let’s go!”
[Tag to Jey. The crowd pops again.]
Jey steps in cautiously. He and The Rock stare down — a flash of nostalgia in their eyes — but it’s gone in a second. Jey charges in. The Rock sidesteps, grabs him, and plants him with a Samoan drop. The crowd erupts again.
Pat McAfee: “You think The Rock’s forgotten where he came from? That’s a move straight from his family’s playbook!”
—
Solo Sikoa tags in
The crowd quiets, curious. Solo steps in, and Jey gets to his feet. The brothers lock eyes. Jey tries to talk to Solo — to reach him.
Jey Uso: “Come on, Solo… we’re blood, man. This ain’t you.”
Solo stares a second too long — then levels Jey with a stiff clothesline.
Wade Barrett: “So much for family loyalty!”
Solo dominates Jey with stiff strikes and a brutal Samoan drop of his own. He drags Jey to his corner and tags The Rock back in. The Great One works Jey over with precision, focusing on his ribs with suplexes and hard Irish whips into the corner.
After minutes of punishment, Jey finally gets a break — ducking a clothesline from The Rock and hitting a desperate superkick! Both men go down. The crowd rallies, and Jey crawls to Jimmy… tag!
Jimmy rushes in like a man on fire, taking down The Rock with clotheslines and a Samoan drop of his own. He then knocks Solo off the apron. The Rock staggers to his feet, and Jimmy connects with a superkick!
1… 2… Kickout!
The Usos regroup and set The Rock up for a double superkick. The Rock ducks at the last second — Jimmy accidentally hits Jey!
Wade Barrett: “Oh no! Miscommunication!”
The Rock seizes the opening, hitting Jimmy with a spinebuster! He looks out to the crowd, fire in his eyes. He throws his elbow pad into the sea of fans — they know what’s coming.
The Rock hits the People’s Elbow!
1… 2… Jey breaks the pin just in time!
Jey and The Rock brawl now, trading punches — “YAY!” “BOO!” — until Solo storms the ring and blindsides Jey with a Samoan Spike!
Jimmy superkicks Solo, but The Rock is back up — ROCK BOTTOM TO JIMMY!
1… 2… 3!
Winner: The Rock & Solo Sikoa
Post-Match Drama
The Rock stands tall, breathing heavy, as Solo remains emotionless beside him. The crowd gives a mixed reaction — they love The Rock, but the way this went down doesn’t sit right.
The Usos are left in the ring, beaten but staring at their family from the mat, betrayal written all over their faces. The Rock looks back at them, his smirk gone. He nods to Solo, and they leave together.
Pat McAfee: “The Bloodline may never be the same after tonight! What is Roman thinking at this moment as we build to Wrestle Empire?!”
Title fight in Mexico 🇲🇽?? 🌟
[Opening scene: Dimly lit underground lucha arena, the crowd is roaring. A spotlight hits the entrance. Smoke billows as Doc Brown stumbles through, wearing a flashy silver lucha mask with lightning bolts on the sides. He’s also got his white lab coat on, now bedazzled and patched like a Mexican flag.]
Announcer:
“Introducing… from Hill Valley, weighing in at 1.21 gigawatts… El Científico Loco!”
(The crowd pops, confused but intrigued. Doc adjusts his mask awkwardly.)
Doc Brown:
“Great Scott! This mask smells like Biff’s gym socks! Marty, wherever you are — I hope you calibrated the flux capacitor, because I’m about to rewrite wrestling history!”
(The bell rings. In the ring, colorful luchadors circle him. One charges — a giant, masked brute named El Toro de Fuego.)
Doc sidesteps clumsily. El Toro crashes into the turnbuckle. Doc looks at his hands in shock.
Doc Brown:
“I’m faster than a DeLorean on a lightning strike! Who knew science and spandex were so compatible?”
(Next up: El Serpiente Azul, a slithery, sneaky luchador, tries to sneak behind him. Doc whirls around and jabs a finger at him.)
Doc Brown:
“Don’t even think about it, snake man! I’ve tangled with timelines scarier than you — and Lorraine’s meatloaf!”
(He swings a wild clothesline. He misses, but Serpiente Azul trips over Doc’s flailing arm and faceplants. Doc looks at the crowd, confused but proud.)
Doc Brown:
“Yes! That was intentional! The laws of physics are on my side!”
(Suddenly, the reigning champion — Chad Gable himself — appears at ringside, coaching Doc on.)
Chad Gable:
“Let’s go, Doc! Alpha mentality! SHOOSH these guys!”
Doc Brown:
“Shoosh? What’s a shoosh? Is that some kind of wrestling flux dispersal unit?”
(The final opponent stands tall: El Destructor, a towering, masked monster built like a brick wall. He cracks his knuckles, glaring at Doc.)
Doc Brown (gulping):
“Looks like we’re about to hit 88 miles per hour — and this is gonna get heavy.”
(Destructor charges. Doc panics and reaches into his lab coat, pulling out… a half-eaten burrito?)
Doc Brown:
“Marty must’ve left this in here… Oh well!”
(Doc hurls the burrito. It smacks Destructor square in the face. He trips over the ropes and tumbles out. The ref, just as bewildered as everyone else, calls for the bell.)
Announcer:
“Winner — and STILL Intercontinental Champion — El Científico Loco!”
(The crowd erupts. Doc stands there, breathing heavily, mask half crooked.)
Chad Gable: “Still champion? What the hell, Doc?! You put my belt on the line?!”
Doc Brown:
“Marty… wherever you are, we did it! And Chad… you’re welcome! But next time, you’re defending your own belt. Great Scott, I need an ice pack and a hoverboard to get out of here!”
[The scene fades as Doc staggers out, holding the title high, still not entirely sure what just happened.]
World Of Wrestling: Murrey Universe 