Raw Results
04/07/25
“The Murreyverse” 🌟
(Scene opens backstage at WWE Headquarters. Triple H, suited up, looking both pissed and perplexed, storms through the hall with purpose. He stops at a door labeled “Jeff Murrey – Consultant (Sometimes)” and knocks twice before barging in.)
Triple H:
Jeff! We’ve got a situation. The Rock’s pulling power moves. Says he won’t face Roman unless I put the whole damn company on the line. I need your advice, man!
(Triple H walks in and freezes. Jeff Murrey is sitting cross-legged on his desk, surrounded by WWE action figures. He’s making sound effects with his mouth and narrating a match between a slightly melted Undertaker figure and a headless John Cena.)
Jeff Murrey (intensely focused):
“…And now The Headless Hustle Loyalty Respect Hero drops the elbow on the Demon of Slight Warmth! But wait—HERE COMES AJ STYLES FROM A STOLEN BATMOBILE!”
Triple H (deadpan):
What in the actual hell is going on here?
Jeff Murrey (not looking up):
You wouldn’t understand, Paul. This is my universe now. The Murreyverse. In this world, the crowd never turns on babyfaces, championships mean something, and Mickey is permanently stuck in catering.
Triple H:
Are you high? I’ve got Dwayne Johnson trying to force me to bet the entire company like this is a damn poker game on a cruise ship, and you’re out here playing God with Mattel?
Jeff Murrey (turns slowly, eyes wide):
First off, it is Jakks Pacific and this is the real show, Hunter. These toys… they don’t walk out because of creative differences. They don’t demand private jets. They don’t politic for title runs. They listen. And most importantly… they don’t steal my company.
Triple H:
Nobody’s stole anything, Jeff. You lost the company because a man named Alonzo Shapiro who you paid to dress up as Rudolph the Red nose reindeer was assaulted by a Jesse Ventura, a former employee of yours. We just need to get The Rock in the ring. I thought maybe you’d have a strategy or—I don’t know—a plan?
Jeff Murrey (grabs a dusty toy briefcase, holds it up):
The only plan is here. Inside this Money in the Bank lunchbox. In the Murreyverse, The Rock already lost… to a Build-A-Figure Batista. Twice.
Triple H (starting to lose it):
Jeff, dammit, we’re trying to book Wrestle Empire, not Saturday morning cartoon hour!
Jeff Murrey (jumps off the desk, gets in Triple H’s face):
Maybe that’s the problem! Your universe is broken, Paul. You’ve got Logan Paul out there with a title, Ladies Man bragging in press conferences, and don’t even get me started on Dom Mysterio’s haircut. The Murreyverse is clean. Simple. Chaotic… but logical. And I’m not letting you take it away from me!
Triple H:
…You do know this is all happening in your office, right? With toys. On your desk.
Jeff Murrey (quietly):
Shhh… Don’t break kayfabe, man. You’re scaring Murreyverse Asuka.
(Triple H throws up his hands and walks out muttering something about budget cuts and whiskey. Jeff returns to his desk, picks up a Sasha Banks figure and a kendo stick.)
Jeff Murrey (to himself):
Now… where were we? Ah yes. MurreyMania begins… now.
(Screen fades to black with dramatic toy crowd noises and pyro effects poorly dubbed in. “TO BE CONTINUED… IN THE MURREYVERSE.”)
Pete Dunne vs. The Miz 🌟
The match kicks off with The Miz taunting Pete Dunne, dismissing him as just another “internet darling.” Dunne, unbothered, responds with a barrage of stiff forearms and joint manipulation, grounding Miz early. Dunne targets Miz’s fingers, bending and snapping them in unnatural angles, keeping the A-Lister on the back foot.
Miz eventually shifts the momentum with a cheap thumb to the eye behind the ref’s back, then follows up with his patented corner clothesline and a DDT for a near fall. He slows the pace, mocking the crowd and Dunne alike, locking in a chinlock and gloating as he wears his opponent down.
Dunne fights back with furious strikes and a suplex into an armbar, nearly getting the submission before Miz reaches the ropes. Just as it looks like Dunne has the match in hand, Miz throws him shoulder-first into the ring post and sets up for the Skull-Crushing Finale.
Suddenly, the crowd erupts.
Tyler Bate’s music hits!!
The Miz is completely caught off guard as Bate storms down to the ring. The ref is distracted, trying to keep Bate off the apron—but Bate’s not there to fight. As Miz turns his attention back to Dunne, Dunne snaps Miz’s fingers and nails the Bitter End.
1… 2… 3.
Winner: Pete Dunne
After the match, Bate enters the ring. Dunne stares him down for a moment—but then they embrace. The crowd roars as the two long-time UK wrestling stalwarts raise each other’s hands.
On the titantron, a graphic appears:
“NEW CATCH REPUBLIC”
The message is clear: Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne are here to bring back real wrestling, and the New Catch Republic has officially arrived.
[BACKSTAGE– WRESTLE EMPIRE BUILD-UP] 🌟
The camera cuts to the backstage area where WWE Women’s Champion Asuka and Natalya are standing face-to-face, the tension thick. Asuka is in her full gear, her painted face twisted in frustration, while Natalya stands tall, arms crossed.
Asuka:
“You talk too much, Natalya! This is not dungeon training — this is war! I will kick your head off at Wrestle Empire!”
Natalya:
“You don’t intimidate me, Asuka. You’ve been dancing around with mist and masks, but I am a seasoned veteran. I am the foundation of this roster. And at Wrestle Empire, I’m going to tap you out in the middle of that ring!”
As they continue arguing, the crowd in the arena roars Shawn Michaels, in a suit, looking serious but smug.
Shawn Michaels:
“Ladies, I see the fire, and I love it. But Wrestle Empire needs to be bigger. So I made a little phone call… actually, two.”
He smirks.
Shawn Michaels:
“You’re no longer facing each other one-on-one. It’s now a Fatal Four Way. And I’ve signed two of the hottest women’s stars on the planet to join the match.”
Suddenly, the camera pans slightly as Kayden Carter steps into frame with her signature energy, followed by the fierce and focused Zoey Stark, who stares straight at Asuka and Natalya.
Kayden Carter:
“Hope you two don’t mind a little extra heat, ‘cause we’re not here to take part — we’re here to take over.”
Zoey Stark:
“You want intensity? You’re about to get it. See you at Wrestle Empire.”
The four women lock eyes — the match just got way more unpredictable. The segment ends with the crowd in the arena reacting loud as hell, already buzzing for the chaos coming soon.
Here’s your main event match write-up, told like a damn movie scene:
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WWE MAIN EVENT – TRIPLE THREAT MATCH 🌟
Dual Dominion Championship Qualifier
Finn Bálor vs. Kofi Kingston vs. Solo Sikoa
The lights dim and out walks Kofi Kingston, but this ain’t your usual high-energy New Day Kofi. This is a new, cold-blooded Kofi. Dressed in all-black gear with gold trim, he walks down the ramp to “All Me” by Drake — Drake himself performing it live on the stage, spitting every bar while Kofi glares at the crowd. The arena’s reaction is filled with heat. Kofi smirks, fully embracing the dark side.
Solo Sikoa enters next — no frills, no pyro. Just a cold, methodical walk to the ring with a taped-up thumb ready to deliver carnage. He’s silent but oozing danger.
Then… Judgment Day’s theme hits. The lights go purple and smoke floods the ramp. Out steps Finn Bálor, flanked by no one, but looking more dangerous than ever. His new shirt reads: “Reborn Judgment” — a statement and a warning. He stares down both opponents as he walks with purpose.
The bell rings. All three circle. Kofi wastes no time — superkick to Solo, knocking him into the corner. Finn goes after Kofi, but Kofi’s aggression shines. He’s throwing hard elbows and stomps, nothing flashy, just violence. This isn’t the happy-go-lucky high-flyer; this is a killer.
Solo regains control mid-match, Samoan dropping both men, then nearly gets the win with a Spinning Solo on Finn, but Kofi breaks the pin with a double stomp to Solo’s spine. Kofi then yanks Finn up, trying for Trouble in Paradise, but Finn counters, slams him with a 1916 DDT, then climbs for the Coup de Grâce.
Solo tries to stop him, but Finn dropkicks him into the turnbuckle. Coup de Grâce connects on Kofi! One… Two… Three!
Winner: Finn Bálor – Standing tall, arms spread wide, soaked in the purple light of Judgment.
[Post-Match Chaos]
As Finn walks up the ramp, nodding to the crowd, The Rock’s music hits. The crowd explodes. He walks down, mic in hand, trying to console Solo.
The Rock: “No worries brother. You are the future. Let it go.”
Solo lowers his head… then bam! – Samoan Spike to The Rock.
The crowd gasps.
The Usos hit the ring. They lift The Rock up. They hold him in place.
Roman Reigns’ music hits.
Out comes The Tribal Chief — slow, composed, menacing. He steps into the ring, looks The Rock in the eyes… then SPEAR! The Rock is destroyed. The Bloodline united in violence.
[But Wait…]
Kofi starts to crawl up the ramp, holding his ribs… when out of nowhere — BIG E LEAPS THE BARRICADE.
He’s all fury. No words. He grabs Kofi, screams in his face, “You forgot who I am,” then launches Kofi into the steel steps. Kofi bounces off like a crash dummy.
Big E isn’t done — he lifts Kofi, drags him to the announce table… BIG ENDING THROUGH THE TABLE!
The crowd loses their minds.
Big E stands tall over the wreckage of his former brother, staring down at him like he doesn’t even recognize him anymore.
The Mexican Mix-Up 🌟
Setting: Dusty back alley in Mexico City. Street vendors are shouting, tacos are sizzling, and a mariachi band is randomly playing somewhere in the background. Chad Gable is strolling casually, sporting his wrestling hoodie and sunglasses, soaking in the last day of vacation vibes.
CHAD GABLE (muttering to himself):
“Man, Mexico has been shoosh-tacular. Sun, street tacos, tequila… and not a single ‘Thank you!’ from the locals. What’s up with that?”
(Suddenly, he hears cheering and the clamor of a small crowd nearby. He turns his head toward the alley entrance where fans are swarming someone.)
FAN #1:
“¡El Campeón Intercontinental! ¡Autógrafo, por favor!”
FAN #2:
“He is even more guapo in person!”
CHAD (stops cold):
“Wait, what? I’m the Intercontinental Champion… Who the hell are they—?”
(Chad pushes through the crowd, ducking under selfie sticks, dodging a flying churro, and nearly tripping over a piñata stand. He finally gets to the front… and there, standing on a crate, rocking Chad’s actual Intercontinental title, a pair of aviators, and a straw sombrero, is none other than… DOC BROWN.)
DOC BROWN (signing a tortilla):
“To Diego… Keep it Shooshy, El Doc Gable. BAM!” (He slaps the tortilla with a lipstick mark.)
CHAD (jaw on floor):
“DOC! What in the Back to the Future hell are you doing with my belt again?!”
DOC BROWN (casually sipping horchata):
“Chad! Mi hermano! Look, long story short… these people thought I was you, I didn’t want to disappoint, and honestly—have you seen the perks? I’ve been paid in tacos, tequila, and someone tried to name their baby after me. I’m a local legend now.”
CHAD (fuming):
“But you STOLE my belt!”
DOC BROWN:
“I borrowed it. Temporarily reassigned. You were napping under a beach umbrella and muttering ‘shoosh please’ in your sleep—how could I not take the opportunity?”
(The fans begin chanting “¡Doc Gable! ¡Doc Gable!” and hoisting him up on their shoulders. Chad stares, arms crossed.)
CHAD:
“You know what? Fine. Enjoy it while it lasts. But when we get back to the States, you’re going to shoosh so hard you’ll taste the consonants.”
DOC (from the top of the crowd, grinning):
“Maybe. But for today… I AM THE CHAMPION, BABY!”
(Cue mariachi band playing a dramatic version of Chad Gable’s theme music as confetti falls from nowhere. Chad shakes his head in disbelief while a fan hands him a churro in pity.)
[Fade out with Chad chewing angrily on the churro while muttering “Thank you…” to himself.]
World Of Wrestling: Murrey Universe 