Press Conference April 15, 2025
Wrestle Empire Night Two | April 20, 2025 | The Rock
(The scene opens with a packed press room. Flashes go off. Media chatter fades as The Rock steps to the podium, with the People’s championship title over his shoulder, wearing a thousand-dollar outfit and a smirk that says “untouchable.”)
THE ROCK:
Finally… The Rock has come back… to run this damn company.
Now before you all start scribblin’ your little headlines and typing up your clickbait, let The Rock make one thing crystal clear: this Sunday, April 20th, Easter Sunday, at Wrestle Empire Night Two, The Rock is gonna do exactly what he always does — electrify, dominate, and walk out as WWE Champion.
Roman Reigns? The Bloodline? The Rock ain’t worried. You could have the entire island of relevancy sitting in Roman’s corner — bring Solo, bring Jimmy, bring Jey. It won’t make a damn difference. Roman, you are looking at the Final Boss — and this boss doesn’t respawn.
(Pauses, adjusts the championship on his shoulder.)
But it doesn’t stop there. No, no, no. After The Rock beats Roman Reigns and stands tall at the top of the mountain, something bigger happens. The Rock becomes the majority shareholder of WWE. That’s right. The Great One takes control. And when that happens, this entire game changes.
The Rock’s first act as head of this empire? Bring back a few legends of chaos. That’s right — Mr. Murrey, dust off your suit. Eric Bischoff, welcome back to the big leagues. And Camden Cross — your time is now. These men will help The Rock build the most dominant cabinet in professional wrestling history.
No more cookie-cutter promos, no more recycled storylines, no more playing it safe. The Rock’s new goal? Deliver the most exciting, dangerous, unpredictable version of WWE that’s ever existed. No more PG babysitting — we’re going back to shock, awe, and pure adrenaline.
And don’t get it twisted — Triple H? The Game? He’s still got a seat at the table. The Rock and Triple H? We’ve been through a lot together. And now, we’re gonna make money together. The Rock and The Game — good friends, powerful allies. But only one of us is holding the keys.
(Smirks.)
So Roman, Bloodline, WWE Universe — get ready. This Easter Sunday, the resurrection ain’t about hope. It’s about domination. When The Rock wins… The Rock runs the world.
(Drops the mic. Walks off as reporters erupt in questions, and the camera fades to black.)
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Wrestle Empire Results
Night One
Saturday April 19, 2025
OPENING 🌟
The screen is black… then BOOM — a MASSIVE barrage of pyrotechnics lights up the sky above Allegiant Stadium. Fireworks blast from every corner of the colossal stage. The crowd — over 70,000 strong — erupts like a volcano, shaking the very foundation of Las Vegas. The camera flies over the sea of fans, catching signs, chants, and the electric anticipation in the air. “WRESTLE EMPIRE” flashes across the screen in gold.
PAT MCAFEE:
“LET’S GOOOOO!!! WELCOME TO WRESTLE EMPIRE: SATURDAY NIGHT ONE!!! We are LIVE from the sold-out Allegiant Stadium in Las Vegas, Nevada, and folks — it’s not just hot in the desert — it’s ON FIRE in here tonight!”
TRIPLE H:
“You’re damn right, Pat. Over 70,000 fans — the biggest stars in the world — and rivalries that are about to explode! This isn’t just an event… this is a WARZONE of emotion, betrayal, and destiny. Welcome to the Wrestle Empire!!”
PAT MCAFEE:
“And there is no better way to kick this off than with a story that’s been BREAKING hearts and shattering friendships! Let’s take a look at what happens when loyalty dies… and darkness takes over.”
The lights dim slightly as the big screen fades in…
[VIDEO PACKAGE PLAYS]
A haunting instrumental plays over black-and-white footage of Kofi Kingston and Big E — once inseparable brothers-in-arms — laughing, winning, celebrating as The New Day. Quick cuts of their goofy backstage antics and heartfelt brotherhood.
Then… the tone shifts.
The smiles fade. Big E’s concerned glances. Kofi walking out of the ring.Kofi’s frustration boiling over. Superkicks. Steel chair shots. The crowd’s stunned silence. Kofi’s eyes, once full of joy, now cold. Slow-motion footage of him walking away from a fallen Big E.
NARRATOR (Voiceover):
“Sometimes the brightest light casts the darkest shadow. And sometimes… the hero becomes the villain.”
Kofi stands in the center of a dim-lit ring, hoodie up, bathed in red light. His voice echoes:
KOFI (Voiceover):
“I was always the nice guy. The good one. But nice guys… get forgotten.”
Final shot: Kofi and Big E nose-to-nose, the tension ready to blow. The screen cuts to black…
[BACK TO LIVE]
TRIPLE H:
“You wanted real? You wanted raw emotion? You’re about to get it. Kofi’s not coming to fight. He’s coming to hurt.”
PAT MCAFEE:
“Kofi Kingston has embraced the dark side… but will it be enough to bury Big E? We’re about to find out. Buckle up, folks — Wrestle Empire starts RIGHT NOW!”
Kofi vs Big E 🌟
Big E’s music hits. He walks out, no dancing, but the fans are behind him heavy. He’s in black and teal tights, a nod to New Day, but the coat has “Loyalty Over Legacy” stitched on the back. He slaps hands, but you can see it in his eyes: tonight, he’s not out for fun. He’s out for closure.
Then the boos begin.
Kofi Kingston steps out, draped in all white, a cocky smirk on his face. The gear is clean, but cold. No trombones, no skipping. He walks with that slow, smug confidence—like a man who thinks he’s finally free from the shadow of friendship. He taunts the crowd, pointing at Big E: “He was the dead weight!”
The bell rings.
Lock-up. Kofi immediately goes dirty—eye rake, then slaps Big E across the face. Crowd gasps. Big E eats it, doesn’t react—yet. Kofi bounces off the ropes for a flying elbow—caught. Belly-to-belly suplex plants Kofi. Another one. Crowd’s loud. Big E screams, “You want this smoke?!”
Kofi rolls out, yells at the ref, kicks the steps in frustration. The crowd is on him. He flips them off behind his back.
Back in the ring, Big E stays aggressive—corner lariats, big splash for a near fall. But Kofi plays dirty again—he ducks under, hits a low dropkick to E’s knee, then targets it relentlessly. Dragon screws, chop blocks, even wraps it around the ring post. Crowd’s booing heavy now.
Kofi yells, “That leg held me back for years! I’m done carrying you!”
He’s methodical. Stiff. Nothing flashy. Just vicious. He taunts Big E the whole time: “This is MY empire now.” E starts to fight back with desperation. Uranage! Running splash—but his leg gives out!
Kofi pounces—double stomp to the back of the neck, standing moonsault—1… 2… kickout!
He pulls the turnbuckle pad off behind the ref’s back. Crowd warns Big E. Kofi shushes them with a finger. He drags Big E over, but E reverses—back body drop! He hulks up—bad leg and all.
Belly-to-belly! Second! Third! Big splash—Lands it! 1… 2… KICKOUT!
Kofi stumbles up, throws a wild kick—Big E ducks—Big Ending! But Kofi claws the eyes, pushes him into the exposed steel. Trouble in Paradise to the back of the head!
1… 2… NO!! E just gets the shoulder up. Crowd is on their feet.
Kofi’s pissed now. He grabs a chair from ringside and slides it in. The ref warns him. Kofi tosses it at Big E—tries for the fake-out—but Big E doesn’t flinch. He throws the chair away. Kofi goes for another Trouble in Paradise—
SPEAR THROUGH THE ROPES!
Both men crash to the outside!
Back in the ring—E limps up. Big Ending attempt again—Kofi flips out, hits the exposed turnbuckle again—Trouble in Paradise #2—1… 2… NO!!
Kofi is done playing.
He grabs the chair again. This time—he connects. Ref didn’t see it. One last Trouble in Paradise.
1… 2… 3.
Winner: Kofi (via pinfall, with a chair-assisted finish).
Crowd rains down boos. Kofi gets up with a smug smile, shouts “This was always MY show!” He doesn’t celebrate—he revels. He kneels next to Big E, whispers something in his ear, and walks off without looking back.
Big E stirs slowly as medics check on him. He refuses help—crawls to the ropes, looking out at Kofi leaving. The crowd chants “Big E! Big E!” as he stands tall despite the loss.
WWE Tag Team Championship – Triple Threat Match
DIY (Champions) vs. The War Raiders vs. The New Catch Republic 🌟
The bell rings and it’s instant chaos. Tyler Bate tries to outmaneuver Erik with some quick footwork, while Dunne trades strikes with Ciampa like they owe each other money. War Raiders go full Viking berserker, flattening both teams with tandem power moves.
Pat McAfee on commentary:
“Oh my God, Ivar just body-splashed Tyler Bate like a human wrecking ball! That man should be illegal in most states—he’s built like a keg and moves like a ballerina on Red Bull!”
DIY picks their spots, isolating Dunne and hitting him with a quick succession of stereo superkicks. Gargano goes for a suicide dive on Erik but gets caught mid-air and powerbombed into Ciampa. Crowd pops hard.
Pat McAfee:
“Johnny Wrestling just turned into Johnny Ragdoll! And Ciampa’s down too! That’s what you get when you mess with two men who look like they eat drywall for breakfast!”
Back in the ring, The New Catch Republic regains control. Bate hits a deadlift German suplex on Ivar, holding him up for a full three seconds like it’s light work. Dunne tags in and hits the Bitter End, but Gargano breaks the pin at two and a half. The fans are now in full-on frenzy mode.
Pat McAfee:
“WHAT?! That’s like trying to stop a freight train by throwing a squirrel at it! Johnny just saved the match with half a kidney left!”
DIY nearly steal the win with Meet in the Middle on Bate, but Dunne pulls Ciampa out of the ring at the last second and smashes his fingers against the steel steps. Gargano eats a rebound lariat from Bate and is down.
With DIY neutralized, The War Raiders return—pissed. Ivar climbs to the top rope for Doomsday Device, but Bate escapes last second and shoves Erik into the corner. Dunne flies in with an Enzuigiri, and the Brits set up their finisher.
Pat McAfee:
“If they pull this off, I’m going to start drinking tea and eating crumpets, I swear to God!”
Finish: Dunne hits a snap German, Bate launches off the ropes with a Spiral Tap onto Ivar, and they both collapse on him for the pin.
1… 2… 3.
Winners and NEW Tag Team Champions: The New Catch Republic
Pat McAfee (standing up, headset half off):
“Let’s gooooo!! These two British brawlers just beat the beard off the War Raiders and the heart outta DIY! Somebody better cue ‘God Save the Queen’ or whatever—these lads just made history!”
Intercontinental Championship Match
Chad Gable (Champion) vs Rey Mysterio 🌟
The bell rings and the atmosphere is electric. Rey Mysterio comes out to a huge pop, the crowd fully behind the lucha legend. Chad Gable enters with a smug confidence, the Intercontinental Title glistening around his waist.
They open with a chain wrestling exchange, but Gable quickly takes control with superior mat skills—single-leg takedowns, waist locks, and a classic Greco-Roman throw. He yells “Thank you!” after every successful move, drawing boos.
Mysterio battles back with his agility: springboard arm drags, a seated senton, and a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that sends Gable out of the ring. Rey hits a baseball slide and follows with a springboard moonsault to the outside. The crowd erupts.
Back in the ring, Gable regains control by catching Mysterio mid-air into a brutal Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for a near-fall. He transitions into a rolling German suplex sequence, hitting three in a row, showing off raw power.
Mysterio counters the third attempt with an elbow to the temple and sets Gable up on the second rope. He signals for the 619, but Gable rolls out at the last second, grabbing Rey’s foot and turning it into an Ankle Lock in the ropes—forcing a rope break at 4. He screams, “You’re not faster than me, old man!”
Rey fights back with desperation offense: a springboard crossbody, a code red, and a top-rope hurricanrana, scoring a 2.9 count.
Suddenly, Doc Brown reaches under the ring and tosses a flux capacitor-shaped taser into the ring. As Doc distracts the referee, Gable grabs it—ZAPS Rey in the back of his neck.
Rey screams in pain and crumples.
Gable tosses the weapon out and hits a Chaos Theory (rolling German suplex) for the 1…2…3!
The crowd rains down boos. Gable grabs the mic, breathless but smug.
“And THAT… is why you don’t mess with a true lucha libre! Thank you!”
Doc Brown raises Gable’s hand at the top of the ramp. Gable mouths, “Back to the future, baby,” as they walk backstage, leaving Mysterio in the ring.
Winner and STILL Champion: Chad Gable
Main Event
World Championship Match
AJ Styles (Champion) vs John Cena
The lights dim. A cinematic promo package plays—intercut clips of John Cena hustle-loyalty-respect; then the brash, bulletproof AJ Styles, holding the World Championship aloft with a smirk, claiming “the greatest championof the seventh era.”
The bell tolls. The fans are torn—half chanting “Let’s go Cena!”, the other half, “AJ Styles!”
The match starts with a handshake tease—AJ offers it, Cena eyes it suspiciously… then slaps his hand away. That’s the first red flag. Cena’s serious tonight. No smiles. No salute. Just a cold stare.
They lock up. Styles uses his speed early—quick arm drags, dropkicks, a lightning-fast Phenomenal Blitz. Cena eats a running forearm and rolls out. The fans are on fire.
Cena gets back in and slows the pace. A vicious lariat drops AJ, and Cena follows up with methodical offense—suplexes, a grounded headlock. He mouths off to the ref: “Ask him! ASK HIM!” That’s not classic Cena behavior.
AJ rallies—sliding knee strike to Cena’s temple, springboard reverse DDT for a close two. The crowd gasps. Cena answers with a sudden Attitude Adjustment—but Styles kicks out at 2.9!
Cena’s frustration begins to boil. He argues with the ref, then pulls down the straps like a gladiator. He starts hitting vicious elbow drops—no theatrics, just punishment.
AJ fights back—Phenomenal Forearm attempt—but Cena yanks the ropes, sending Styles crashing outside. Cena follows with a steel step shot to the knee. The ref warns him. Cena stares, lifts AJ, and hits a AA onto the ring apron.
Back in the ring—AJ kicks out again. Barely.
Cena lifts him up again—another AA—this time from the second rope! 1…2…KICKOUT.
The crowd is losing their minds.
Styles hits a desperation Styles Clash—only a two-count. He sets up for the Phenomenal Forearm, but Cena ducks—ref bump!
Cena hits an Attitude Adjustment—goes for the pin—no ref. He grabs the ref by the shirt and yells, “Wake up, you piece of sht!”*
AJ staggers up and blasts Cena with the championship belt—the crowd explodes—he covers—1…2…CENA KICKS OUT.
Then it happens.
AJ lines up for a final Phenomenal Forearm… Cena catches him mid-air—low blow. The crowd goes silent. Shock.
Cena stands over Styles, cold. He walks to the outside, grabs the steel steps, and brings them into the ring.
The ref is still groggy.
Cena hits an AA onto the steel steps. He clears the steps out of the ring, wakes the ref.
1…2…3.
JOHN CENA WINS. HE IS THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION.
Cena takes the title, stares at it for a long beat. No celebration. No tears. No smile.
Then, he grabs a mic:
“For every single goddamn year, I smiled for you people. I bled for you. I sacrificed EVERYTHING for you. And what did you do? You booed me. You mocked me. You said I was a mid carder. Well guess what? I’m just getting started. No more hustle. No more loyalty. No more respect. From now on—it’s just John Fking Cena.”
He throws the mic down.
Cena stomps on AJ’s body one last time, lifts the title high, and walks out as the crowd showers him in nuclear heat.
Fade to black.
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WRESTLE EMPIRE Results:
SUNDAY NIGHT TWO
LIVE FROM ALLEGIANT STADIUM
Opening shot 🌟
Helicopter aerial view of a jam-packed Allegiant Stadium under the Vegas lights, fireworks exploding over the roof. The roar of the crowd is deafening. Cut to a sweeping pan of thousands of fans holding up signs, waving flags, and chanting.
[Cue the signature Wrestle Empire theme. Flashbacks of last night’s chaos—Kofi standing tall over Big E, Chad Gable and Doc Brown celebrating, The New Catch Republic winning the WWE Tag Team Championships, and John Cena holding up the World Championship over a fallen AJ Styles]
[Camera cuts to ringside where WADE BARRETT and PAT MCAFEE are standing, pumped and fired up.]
WADE BARRETT (with a devilish grin):
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, warriors of the Wrestle Empire… WELCOME TO SUNDAY NIGHT TWO! I’ve got some bad news—for anyone who thought last night was the peak—because tonight, it’s about to get VIOLENT, UNFORGIVING, and GLORIOUS!”
PAT MCAFEE (bouncing in his chair):
“IT’S WRESTLE EMPIRE, BABY! We’re in VEGAS, the roof’s about to BLOW OFF, and history is gonna be made again tonight! Last night was a warzone, but tonight? It’s an all-out reckoning! Champions will fall, legends will rise, and somebody’s gonna leave this stadium not knowing what hit ‘em!”
[Cue pyro blasting around the stage as the massive LED screens flash the night’s match card, including the MAIN EVENT: WWE Championship on the line.]
WADE BARRETT:
“Strap in. Hold tight. Because the Empire doesn’t rest—and tonight, the kingdom will be shaken to its core!”
PAT MCAFEE:
“Let’s get chaotic, let’s get wild, let’s get UNFORGETTABLE! This… is WRESTLE EMPIRE!”
United States Championship Match
Flex Fuller (Champion) vs Finn Balor 🌟
The lights dim. The atmosphere is electric. The crowd erupts as Finn Bálor’s music hits. Fog blankets the stage as Finn emerges with that signature intensity. He’s all business, laser-focused, ready to add the United States Championship to his resume.
The champion, Flex Fuller, enters next — cocky, ripped to the gods, oiled up, flexing every muscle like he’s sculpted from marble. The crowd rains down a mixed reaction. He feeds off it. He struts to the ring with the U.S. title slung over his shoulder, shouting “I’m untouchable!” to ringside fans.
The bell rings. Bálor immediately unloads with stiff kicks to the thigh. Flex tries to overpower him, but Finn is too quick. A dropkick sends Fuller staggering into the ropes. Bálor sprints — shotgun dropkick! Fuller tumbles outside. The crowd’s on fire.
Back in the ring, Bálor goes for a springboard — but Flex catches him mid-air in a pop-up powerslam! Massive impact. Two-count! Now Flex slows it down, using his raw power to grind Finn down — bearhug, belly-to-belly suplex, stalling vertical suplex with one arm. He poses mid-hold. Arrogant. And that’s his mistake.
Finn rallies with a Pele Kick! Both men down. Crowd is split. “Let’s go Bálor!” chants rise. They trade strikes — slaps, chops, forearms. Finn hits a sling blade out of nowhere! Then a double foot stomp to Flex’s chest! Bálor climbs to the top — COUP DE GRACE — MISSES!
Flex dodges, springs up, hits a Flexecution Spinebuster! It’s over — 1… 2… NO! Bálor kicks out. Flex is stunned. He peels off his elbow pad and sets up for the Fuller Force (spinning discus forearm).
He swings — Finn ducks — rolls him up — TWO! Finn hits a basement dropkick, then plants Flex with 1916 DDT! The crowd explodes!
He climbs. He looks out at the roaring fans. Points to the sky.
COUP DE GRACE!
NAILS IT!
1… 2… 3!!!
WINNER: Finn Bálor – NEW United States Champion
POST-MATCH:
The ref hands Finn the U.S. Title. He holds it high as pyro erupts. Flex rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs, looking furious but stunned. Finn climbs the turnbuckle, championship in hand, yelling “Judgment Day is upon you now!”
The crowd gives him a standing ovation. The Prince has reclaimed his throne — and the United States title has just found its next workhorse champion.
WWE Women’s Championship Match: Fatal Four Way 🌟
Asuka (Champion) vs. Zoey Stark vs. Kayden Carter vs. Natalya
Asuka bounces with confidence as the bell rings. Natalya charges at Kayden, and Zoey throws a stiff forearm at Asuka — and the chaos erupts instantly.
Natalya and Kayden go technical, chain wrestling and reversing holds.
Asuka trades kicks and strikes with Zoey, absorbing punishment and giving it back double.
Zoey nearly hits a Z-360, but Asuka dodges and responds with a German Suplex. Crowd pops.
Kayden hits a springboard dropkick on Natalya and then takes out Zoey with a topé con hilo.
Natalya locks in a Sharpshooter on Carter, but Zoey breaks it with a running knee to the back of Natalya’s head.
Asuka re-enters and goes ballistic — hitting hip attacks, buzzsaw kicks, and a spinning backfist that rocks Zoey.
All four women collide at once in a suplex/powerbomb/tower-of-doom spot from the corner. Fans chant “This is awesome!”
Asuka and Zoey slowly rise and brawl mid-ring, trading haymakers.
Zoey plants Asuka with a modified GTS, covers — Kayden breaks it up at 2.9.
Natalya tries another Sharpshooter on Asuka — she nearly gets it locked in.
Asuka flips out, counters into the Asuka Lock — Natalya fights, nearly escapes — Kayden hits a superkick to break the hold.
Kayden runs the ropes for a codebreaker, but Asuka catches her mid-air with a brutal roundhouse.
Zoey returns, looking for the Z-360, but Asuka ducks and shoves her shoulder-first into the ring post.
Asuka isolates Kayden, locks in the Asuka Lock, and sits back deep.
Kayden taps out.
Asuka retains.
Post-Match:
Asuka stands tall, holding the title high, sweat-drenched and intense. She stares down the ramp — no celebration, just focus. The message is clear: no one is ready for Asuka.
Wrestle Empire – Main Event
WWE Championship: The Rock (c) vs. Roman Reigns 🌟
Over 80,000 fans are on their feet in the packed stadium, and the energy is off the charts. A historic night. Main event time. Tribal combat. Family warfare. The WWE Championship hangs in the balance.
The Rock vs. Roman Reigns.
Roman Reigns enters first—slow, calculated, and drenched in championship swagger. The aura is there. He’s flanked by Solo Sikoa, Jimmy Uso, and Jey Uso—The Bloodline, ominous and united. Roman raises one finger to the sky. “Acknowledge me” echoes through the arena.
Then…the lights dim. A drumbeat. A fireball explodes on stage.
“IF YA SMELL…WHAT THE ROCK…IS COOKIN’!”
The Rock appears—WWE Championship around his waist, sunglasses on, looking like a god. The People’s Champ has arrived to Wrestle Empire. Alone. Unafraid.
From the first bell, it’s brutal. This isn’t a wrestling match—it’s a family war. Stiff strikes. Power moves. Tension thicker than blood. Roman dominates early, using his size and aggression. Rock fights back with signature flare: spinebusters, sharpshooters, and People’s Elbows—but he’s clearly taking more damage.
About ten minutes in, The Bloodline tries to interfere.
Solo slides in. The Rock lays him out with a Rock Bottom.
Jimmy climbs the apron. Rock knocks him off with a right hand.
Jey hits the ring. Samoan Drop from The Rock wipes him out.
The Rock fends them all off, but he’s drained. Roman uses the distraction to recover. Superman Punch! Near fall. Spear! Another near fall. The crowd is on fire.
Rock starts mounting a comeback. He hits a DDT, then gears up for the People’s Elbow again—but Roman catches him with a Spear out of nowhere!
ONE!
TWO!
Suddenly—BAM!
A sickening crack echoes through the arena.
JEFF MURREY, the former CEO of WWE, slides in from the crowd and smashes The Rock in the face with the WWE Championship belt.
The referee calls for the bell.
Winner by Disqualification: The Rock (still WWE Champion)
The crowd is in shock. The ref almost reached the three count before Murrey hit Rock with the belt! Roman is furious—he had the match won. He storms toward Murrey, yelling, veins bulging. Murrey smirks and backs up the ramp, shrugging as if to say, “Business is business.”
The Rock lies motionless, busted open.
Roman seethes in the ring. The belt is handed back to The Rock by officials. He retains—but at what cost?
Roman stares up the ramp at Murrey.
The Rock clutches the title, dazed.
The Bloodline regroups, confused and angry.
Wrestle Empire ends with one simple truth:
Murrey has secured himself a job, but at what cost?
And the war for the soul of WWE has only just begun.
World Of Wrestling: Murrey Universe 