Raw Results
April 28, 2025
Opening 🌟
(The camera pans across a raucous, sold-out crowd at the T-Mobile Center. “RAW” theme blares, pyro explodes, and the Kansas City fans are fired up.)
Pat McAfee: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday Night RAW! We are LIVE in Kansas City, and what a night it’s gonna be!”
Wade Barrett: “Pat, we’re coming off the chaos of Wrestle Empire, and business is about to pick up in a major way tonight!”
Pat McAfee: “And speakin’ of business—here comes the boss!”
(The iconic sound of “Electrifying” hits. The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos as the WWE Champion, “The Final Boss” The Rock, steps out onto the stage. Leather jacket, sunglasses, championship over his shoulder — he oozes arrogance.)
(The Rock slowly walks down the ramp, soaking in the atmosphere, before entering the ring with a mic in hand.)
The Rock:
“Kansas City… FINALLY… The Rock has come back to Monday Night Raw!”
(Huge reaction)
“Now shut your mouths and listen, because The Final Boss has business to handle tonight.”
“You see, at Wrestle Empire, The Rock took his rightful place at the head of this damn table, the king of this damn empire, and there was a little man who played his role quite well…”
“Mr. Murrey… get your candy-ass out here right now!”
(Tension builds. After a few moments, Mr. Murrey — looking smug and confident — makes his way to the ring. He’s smiling wide, acting like he’s about to be rewarded.)
The Rock:
“Mr. Murrey… you slick little bastard. You were pretty smooth, weren’t you? Helping The Rock behind the scenes, making sure everything fell into place just the way The Rock wanted it. And for that…”
(Murrey leans in, practically beaming.)
“Come a little closer, jabroni… The Rock’s got a reward for ya.”
(Murrey steps closer — BOOM! OUT OF NOWHERE — ROCK BOTTOM! Murrey’s body crashes violently onto the mat as the crowd gasps and roars.)
Pat McAfee: “OH MY GOD! ROCK BOTTOM TO MURREY!”
Wade Barrett: “That’s a reward, alright… the reward of unemployment!”
(The Rock grabs the mic again, standing over Murrey’s limp body.)
The Rock:
“You think The Final Boss needs some little stooge kissing his ass? The Rock doesn’t need you! The Rock never needed you!”
“You will NEVER — and The Rock means EVER — have a job in WWE again, you roody-poo candy-ass!”
(Crowd explodes with chants of “Rocky! Rocky!”)
“Now onto more important matters…”
“See, even though The Rock holds the WWE Championship… even though The Rock runs this place… there’s still one thing left to prove. One name that needs to be put down — permanently.”
“So Roman Reigns… you want a rematch? YOU GOT IT!”
“At Backlash, it’s gonna be Roman Reigns versus The Final Boss… one more time… for the WWE Championship!”
(The Rock drops the mic with a thud as his music hits again. He poses with the WWE title high above his head, standing tall over the fallen Murrey.)
Pat McAfee: “Business is about to get even nastier at Backlash!”
Wade Barrett: “Roman Reigns gets his shot… but will anyone be able to stop The Final Boss?”
(Camera fades to black as the show transitions into its next segment.)
Mexico City 🇲🇽 🌟
[Scene: An outdoor festival in Mexico City. Colorful papel picado flags wave in the breeze. There’s a mariachi band absolutely shredding. Chad Gable, sweaty but still rocking his Intercontinental Title, stands in the middle of a vibrant crowd. Doc Brown bursts through a food stand, wearing a massive sombrero and hauling a giant bag of fireworks.]
Doc Brown: (shouting over the music) “¡Gran Scott! Chad! You suplexed that poor fool so hard, seismic sensors picked it up in Guatemala!”
Chad Gable: (laughing, shaking hands with locals) “Doc, you think I trained in altitude just to lose? Come on, man — high elevation, high IQ, high suplexes!”
Doc Brown: (frantically flipping through a Spanish phrasebook) “According to my calculations, your triple-German-suplex combo broke the fourth dimension! ¡Muy impresionante!”
[Suddenly, Doc clicks a weird handheld device labeled “FIESTA MODE.”]
[BOOM! Fireworks launch straight into the sky. A parade of dancers dressed like luchadores floods the plaza. Someone rides in on a donkey wearing a “Team Gable” poncho.]
Chad Gable: (dodging a low-flying piñata shaped like his own head) “DOC! WHAT DID YOU DO?”
Doc Brown: (cackling like a madman) “Initiated phase one of our multi-dimensional victory tour! Chad Gable: Conqueror of Time… and Mexico!”
[Doc jumps up on a float shaped like a giant suplexing wrestler. He yanks Gable up with him. A random mariachi hands Chad a trumpet.]
Chad Gable: (grinning ear to ear, trying to play the trumpet badly) “Who needs entrance music when you’ve got THIS?!”
[The DeLorean comes skidding around the corner, now painted with traditional Mexican art and blasting La Cucaracha.]
Doc Brown: (grabbing the keys from a luchador) “Next stop: Chad Gable vs El Santo… in 1952!”
Chad Gable: (pumping his fist) “HELL YEAH, Doc. Let’s show the past what ALPHA ACADEMY is all about!”
[They peel out, leaving behind a trail of confetti, startled tourists, and a donkey wearing Chad’s championship belt around its neck!
commercial break
Tonight’s Main Event:
Kofi Kingston vs. Montez Ford 🌟
The bell rings, and Kofi wastes no time. His demeanor is cocky and aggressive — the colorful gear is still there, but the smiles are gone, replaced with a cold sneer. Montez, feeding off the energy of the crowd, uses his athleticism early, countering Kofi’s tie-up attempt with a lightning-quick dropkick that sends Kofi scrambling to the outside.
Kofi paces, slapping the barricade in frustration. He slides back in and this time, he cheap shots Montez with a thumb to the eye that the ref misses. Boom — immediate momentum shift. Kofi grounds Montez with a vicious dragon screw, targeting Ford’s leg to neutralize his explosive offense.
Kofi’s heel work is nasty — stomping Ford in the corner, mocking his high-flying theatrics by doing exaggerated mock jumps in the ring, taunting the crowd. Montez fires back with sharp forearms, building a rally, hitting a running blockbuster for a close two-count.
Ford tries for a top rope move — bad call. Kofi shoves the referee into the ropes, crotching Ford on the turnbuckle. The ref scolds Kofi, but the damage is done. Kingston smirks, climbs up, and drills Ford with a top-rope Russian Leg Sweep that cracks the mat.
Cover:
1… 2… Kickout!
Now Kofi gets meaner. He locks in a brutal single-leg Boston Crab, cranking back on Ford’s damaged knee. Montez fights tooth and nail, dragging himself to the bottom rope. Kofi lets go, but immediately stomps the back of Montez’s knee like he’s trying to cripple him.
Ford, adrenaline pumping, mounts a comeback. He ducks Trouble in Paradise, hits a spinebuster, and somehow wills himself to the top rope. He signals for the Frog Splash — the arena comes unglued — but Kofi rolls to the apron, smirking as he grabs a steel chair.
The ref warns him. Kofi tosses the chair at Ford, who instinctively catches it.
BAM!
Dropkick to the chair into Ford’s face!
Classic Eddie Guerrero-style trick — except this ref doesn’t DQ Kofi. Ford is out on his feet. Kofi doesn’t waste time: Trouble in Paradise — stiff as hell — connects flush.
Cover:
1… 2… 3.
Winner: Kofi Kingston
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Post-Match:
Kofi stands tall, sneering at the crowd. He doesn’t celebrate with positivity. Instead, he stands over a fallen Montez Ford, trash-talking him, calling him a “wannabe high-flyer” and “another loser.”
Kofi raises his arms — all while the fans rain down heavy boos!
Backstage 🌟
(The camera cuts backstage. A heavy, tense energy fills the arena. Eric Bischoff stands nervously outside a locker room door. Suddenly, the door swings open — out steps Roman Reigns. Calm, intense, and dangerous-looking. No music, no fanfare — just pure presence.)
(Roman marches through the backstage area. No words. No smiles. Just a man on a mission.)
Pat McAfee: “Oh man… look at that face. Roman Reigns heard every word The Rock said earlier, and it looks like he’s coming to collect.”
Wade Barrett: “There’s a storm coming, Pat. You can feel it in the air!”
(Roman’s music finally hits. The Kansas City crowd comes unglued. Half booing, half roaring, but ALL reacting. Roman Reigns — black T-shirt, heavy chain around his neck — steps onto the stage, eyes locked straight ahead. He walks with purpose down to the ring, grabs a mic.)
(The music cuts. A long, thick moment of silence. Roman stares directly into the hard camera.)
Roman Reigns:
“Final Boss, huh?”
(Crowd murmurs, hanging on every word.)
“You can call yourself whatever you want. You can lay out all the Murreys you want. You can strut around with that title like it makes you untouchable.”
(Roman pauses, breathing heavily.)
“But deep down… you know what I know.”
“You didn’t beat me straight up. You had to stack the deck. You had to play games to take my spot.”
(Roman steps closer to the ropes, voice getting lower — dead serious.)
“At Backlash… there won’t be any backup. There won’t be any surprises. Just you… and me.”
“And when it’s all said and done… The Final Boss gets put down by the real Head of the Table.”
(Roman tosses the mic down with authority. His music hits again — but he doesn’t celebrate. He just stares down the camera, a man making a promise Kansas City — and the world — won’t forget.)
Pat McAfee: “Roman Reigns looks locked in, Wade. I don’t think The Rock knows what’s coming for him!”
Wade Barrett: “This isn’t about titles anymore, Pat… this is about legacy. About who runs this damn show!”
(The show ends with the heavy promise of a war at Backlash)
World Of Wrestling: Murrey Universe 