Chapter 1: The Last Time Is Now (ROYAL RUMBLE 2025 POSTED)

WrestleWizard · Dec 7, 2025

Welcome to WWE 2025.

We have arrived at the precipice of history. The "Renaissance Era" has evolved into something even larger—a golden age of professional wrestling where box office records are shattered monthly and the stars of today walk among the legends of yesterday.

We are on the Road to WrestleMania 41 in Las Vegas.

The stakes have never been higher. The Rock sits on the TKO Board, wielding power as the "Final Boss" and casting a long shadow over the Bloodline. Cody Rhodes carries the weight of the company as the Undisputed Champion, but challengers are circling from every angle. And the greatest of all time, John Cena, has officially begun his farewell tour.

This Saturday, at the Royal Rumble in Indianapolis, the road to the end begins.

THE PREMIERE: RAW ON NETFLIX RECAP (Jan 6, 2025)

The era of streaming began with a bang at the Intuit Dome in Los Angeles. This wasn't just a wrestling show; it was a global spectacle.

1. The Farewell Tour Begins After a cinematic entrance featuring a live orchestra playing "The Time is Now," John Cena stood in the ring, visibly moved. He didn't promise victory; he promised a fight. He officially declared for the Royal Rumble, stating, "If I don't win the Rumble, there is no path to WrestleMania. If I don't win the Rumble, the record stays unbroken. This is my last shot."

2. Grudge Match: CM Punk vs. Seth Rollins In a commercial-free 25-minute classic, CM Punk defeated Seth "Freakin" Rollins. The finish saw Punk counter a Stomp into a GTS for the clean victory. Post-match, Punk stared at the WrestleMania sign, signaling his intent to main event.

3. Women's World Championship: Liv Morgan (c) vs. Rhea Ripley Rhea Ripley finally reclaimed her title in a hard-hitting bout, ending Liv Morgan's "Revenge Tour." Despite interference from Raquel Rodriguez, Ripley hit a Riptide from the second rope to pin Liv clean in the center of the ring, taking back the gold she never lost.

4. MAIN EVENT: Tribal Combat for the Ula Fala Roman Reigns vs. Solo Sikoa The Intuit Dome was shaking. This was a war. Tables were broken, kendo sticks were shattered, and bodies were flying. Jacob Fatu and Tama Tonga tried to interfere, but The Usos (Jimmy & Jey) returned to even the odds, brawling with the new Bloodline into the crowd. Isolated in the ring, Roman Reigns hit a thunderous Spear on Solo Sikoa to win the match.

The Aftermath: Roman Reigns stood tall, battered but victorious. He looked at the Ula Fala lying on the mat. Suddenly, THE ROCK'S music hit! The crowd erupted. The Final Boss walked to the ring, wearing a bespoke suit. He entered the ring and picked up the Ula Fala. He walked over to Roman Reigns. The two cousins stared each other down. The Rock smiled, nodded, and placed the Ula Fala around Roman's neck. He leaned in and hugged Roman Reigns, appearing to acknowledge him as the Tribal Chief.

But then... The Rock looked over Roman's shoulder directly into the hard cam. His face twisted into a vicious, menacing scowl. The mask had slipped. As Roman broke the hug, The Rock didn't let go of his arm. ROCK BOTTOM! The Rock planted Roman Reigns in the center of the ring! The crowd gasped in horror. The Rock stood over a fallen Roman Reigns, adjusted his cuffs, and slowly removed the Ula Fala from Roman's neck, placing it on his own neck as the show faded to black.

The Road to WrestleMania, Future Schedule & Content Plan

To ensure nothing gets lost in the shuffle, I am establishing a new content format for every Pay-Per-View cycle going forward. This three-step approach will ensure the main event feels huge while keeping the rest of the roster active:

Individual Match Previews: Leading up to the event, I will release deep-dive breakdowns for the biggest matches (just like my other 2 BTBs)
The Monthly Newswire: A detailed recap to catch you up on everything happening outside the title picture—highlighting non-PPV rivalries, mid-card developments, and backstage news.
The PPV Event: The full, high-quality write-up.

Upcoming Event Schedule We are hitting the ground running. Here is the confirmed schedule for the next six cycles:

Royal Rumble: February 1st (Lucas Oil Stadium, Indianapolis)
Elimination Chamber: March 1st (Rogers Centre, Toronto)
WrestleMania 41: April 19th & 20th (Allegiant Stadium, Las Vegas)
Backlash: May 10th
King & Queen of the Ring: May 24th
Money in the Bank: June 21st

STATE OF THE UNIVERSE: JANUARY 2025

1. The Cena Narrative Following the Netflix premiere, the narrative is clear: Cena is "chasing the ghosts of his past." He has been training with OVW prospects, trying to prove he can still hang with the new generation.

2. The Bloodline Civil War II The Rock's shocking betrayal on RAW has changed everything. He has declared himself the "High Chief," claiming Roman Reigns failed the family. Roman has disappeared since the attack, leaving the Ula Fala in The Rock's possession.

3. The Ring General's Iron Grip Gunther has held the World Heavyweight Championship since SummerSlam 2024. He has defeated everyone: Sami Zayn, Jey Uso, Drew McIntyre. Now, Seth Rollins looks to reclaim the title he made famous, but a bitter CM Punk is lurking in the shadows, desperate for his own WrestleMania main event.

THE CHAMPIONS (Heading into Royal Rumble)

MONDAY NIGHT RAW

World Heavyweight Champion: Gunther
Women's World Champion: Rhea Ripley
Intercontinental Champion: Bron Breakker
World Tag Team Champions: The Wyatt Sicks (Erick Rowan & Dexter Lumis)

FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN

Undisputed WWE Champion: Cody Rhodes
WWE Women's Champion: Tiffany Stratton
United States Champion: LA Knight
WWE Tag Team Champions: The Bloodline (Tama Tonga & Tonga Loa)

THIS WEEK: THE ROYAL RUMBLE

The stage is officially set for our first stop. The contracts are signed. The entrants are declaring. The Road to Las Vegas begins now.

Up Next: Royal Rumble Undercard Match Previews.

WrestleWizard · Dec 8, 2025

Road to Royal Rumble 2025: Official Match Previews (UNDERCARD)

1. The Usos (Jimmy & Jay) vs. Jacob Fatu & Tama Tonga

Context

This match represents the violent climax of the Bloodline's latest civil war, sparked by The Rock's shocking usurpation of the Tribal Chief mantle and the rise of a feral new regime. With Roman Reigns isolated, stripped of the Ula Fala, and hunted by his own blood, his cousins Jimmy and Jey Uso have been forced to put aside years of betrayal and heartbreak to unite for survival. They face the ruthless combination of Tama Tonga and the uncontrollable "Samoan Werewolf" Jacob Fatu, a duo sanctioned by The Final Boss to extinguish the legacy of the original Bloodline once and for all. This is no longer just about family; it is a war for survival against a new generation that knows no mercy.

"Blood is Thicker than Hate"

The civil war within the Bloodline reached a boiling point immediately following the historic Raw on Netflix premiere on January 6. After the new Tribal hierarchy—led by the distant hand of The Rock and the ruthless enforcement of Solo Sikoa—decimated Roman Reigns, it seemed the Original Tribal Chief’s era was truly over. As Solo, Tama Tonga, and the terrifying "Samoan Werewolf" Jacob Fatu prepared to drive Reigns through the announce table, a battered Jimmy Uso threw his body over his cousin in a desperate, failing attempt to shield him. Just as the wolves circled for the kill, the arena lights flickered "Yeet" blue, signaling a moment the WWE Universe had waited over a year to see. Forgoing his usual upbeat entrance, "Main Event" Jey Uso marched down the ramp to a remix of the somber "Day One Ish" theme, chair in hand. He single-handedly evened the odds, clearing the ring with superkicks while Roman delivered a Spear to Solo. Yet, the emotional reunion fans craved was tempered by reality; Jey refused to hug his brother, offering only a stoic nod before leaving the ring alone—an alliance forged not out of forgiveness, but out of necessity.

The fragile nature of this truce was exposed on the January 10 episode of SmackDown. In a tense locker room meeting, Jey made his motivations clear to Roman and Jimmy: he wasn't fighting for the Ula Fala or the title of Tribal Chief; he was fighting because the new Bloodline had tried to end Jimmy’s career. Solo Sikoa, appearing via the TitanTron, mocked this sentiment and issued a challenge authorized by The Final Boss himself: The Usos versus The Tongans at the Royal Rumble. The new guard wasted no time proving their lethality later that night. In a calculated ambush in the parking lot, Jacob Fatu brutally assaulted Jey, pile driving him onto the hood of a car. It took a frantic sprint from Roman and Jimmy, wielding steel pipes, to chase Fatu away, setting a dark tone for the war to come.

Retribution came on the January 13 episode of Raw, where a visibly injured Jimmy Uso called out his former brother-in-arms, Tama Tonga. Jimmy cut a passionate promo detailing their shared history, warning that while Tama was dangerous, Jacob Fatu was a "rabid dog" that needed to be put down. This verbal assault led to a singles match that quickly devolved into a trap. When Fatu interfered to orchestrate a beatdown, a heavily taped-up Jey Uso sprinted to the ring, pain etched on his face. This time, the hesitation was gone. The brothers found their legendary rhythm instantly, unleashing a synchronized double superkick that rocked the monster Fatu and sent him tumbling over the top rope. Standing tall in the center of the ring, Jey finally offered a fist bump to Jimmy, officially cementing the return of the greatest tag team in WWE history.

The psychological toll of this war was highlighted on the January 24 SmackDown during a sit-down interview with Michael Cole. The Usos admitted candidly that they were unsure if they could overcome the pure, unbridled savagery of Jacob Fatu. This doubt was amplified backstage when Sami Zayn, the former "Honorary Uce," intercepted Jey. Zayn pleaded with his friend, warning him that returning to the toxicity of the Bloodline would cost him his soul. Jey, looking conflicted but hardened by the last few weeks, offered a chilling reply: "It's war, Sami. You don't leave your brother behind in war." The segment left the WWE Universe wondering if Jey is walking into a trap, and where Sami Zayn’s loyalties will ultimately lie when the bell rings.

The violence reached its zenith on the final Raw before the Rumble on January 27. With words no longer sufficient, The Usos and Roman Reigns stood their ground in the ring while the new Bloodline surrounded the apron. What followed was a ten-minute, uncontrollable brawl that spilled out of the ring, through the barricades, and into the concession stands. Security was helpless to stop the carnage. The broadcast ended with a terrifying visual that defined the stakes for Indianapolis: Jacob Fatu performing a moonsault off a stadium balcony onto a sea of bodies below, crushing security and The Usos alike. As the show faded to black over the wreckage, the message was clear: to reclaim their legacy, The Usos must survive a monster.

2. Women's World Championship: Rhea Ripley (c) vs. Raquel Rodriguez

Context

The rivalry between Rhea Ripley and Raquel Rodriguez is a collision of former best friends turned bitter enemies, ignited by jealousy and the pursuit of dominance. While Ripley’s focus was on ending Liv Morgan’s "Revenge Tour," she failed to see the growing threat of Morgan’s enforcer, who has tired of living in the Nightmare’s shadow. Now, Rodriguez has stepped forward not as a pawn, but as a predator, aiming to dismantle Ripley physically and psychologically to claim the Women's World Championship she believes is rightfully hers. This bout pits the unbreakable confidence of The Eradicator against the immovable force of La Chingona.

"La Chingona vs. The Eradicator"

The "Revenge Tour" was supposed to end at the Raw on Netflix premiere on January 6, where Rhea Ripley finally pinned Liv Morgan to reclaim her Women's World Championship. But as confetti rained down on the new champion, the celebration was cut short by a chilling silence. A distraught Liv Morgan crumbled in the corner, screaming in disbelief, until Raquel Rodriguez stepped into the spotlight. Usually the silent enforcer, Raquel positioned herself as a human wall between the sobbing former champion and the jubilant Nightmare. For the first time in her reign, Rhea looked up to see an opponent who could match her size and strength. Instead of attacking, Raquel simply offered a cold, knowing smirk, pointed at the World title, and scooped Liv up into her arms to carry her away. It was a moment of ominous restraint that left the new champion unsettled.

The true nature of this threat was revealed on the January 13 episode of Raw. Rhea Ripley opened the show with her signature swagger, declaring the Ripley Era reinstated. However, her victory lap was interrupted by a screeching Liv Morgan, who accused Rhea of cheating. The dynamic shifted instantly when Raquel Rodriguez took the microphone, breaking her silence to address Rhea directly. "We used to lift together. We traveled miles together," Raquel said, her voice shaking with suppressed rage. "I know about the bad shoulder you hide. I know about the knee you tape up." She declared she was done being Liv's backup and was coming for the Gold she felt she deserved. Later that night, Raquel proved she wasn't making empty threats. She stormed the ring during Rhea's match, planting the champion with a devastating Tejada Bomb that visibly dented the canvas, ending the night with her boot pressed firmly against Rhea's chest while holding the title aloft.

The rivalry turned deeply personal on the January 20 Raw with the airing of a "Netflix Documentary" style video package. The segment peeled back the curtain on their shared history, juxtaposing footage of their early days in NXT as best friends and workout partners against the harsh reality of their divergent paths. While Rhea Ripley ascended to magazine covers and WrestleMania main events, Raquel was shown struggling with injuries and fighting for TV time, fueling a deep-seated jealousy that had festered for years. This tension exploded later that night in the arena gym. There were no words exchanged, only violence. The two powerhouses began hurling weight plates at one another in a chaotic, non-wrestling brawl that decimated the facility. The segment ended with a shocking display of power as Rhea hip-tossed Raquel through a floor-length mirror, leaving both women battered amidst the shattered glass.

The psychological warfare culminated on the final Raw before the Rumble, January 27. Rhea Ripley was scheduled for an intergender exhibition match against her former "Latino Heat," Dominik Mysterio. The Champion toyed with Dom, dominating him to the delight of the crowd. However, just as Rhea hoisted him up for the decisive Riptide, the arena plunged into darkness. When the lights flickered back on, Raquel Rodriguez stood ominously behind the distracted Champion. Before Rhea could react, Raquel hoisted her into a Torture Rack backbreaker, a move targeting the very injuries she had exposed weeks earlier.

Refusing to give Liv Morgan the satisfaction of seeing her tap out, Rhea Ripley passed out in the excruciating hold. The show closed with a chilling visual that cast doubt on the outcome of the upcoming title match: Liv Morgan crawling into the ring, laughing maniacally as she draped the Women's World Championship over the shoulder of her unconscious enforcer. Raquel Rodriguez had not just beaten the champion; she had broken her. As they head to Lucas Oil Stadium, the question isn't just if Rhea Ripley can retain her title, but if she can physically survive the monster she once called her best friend.

Predictions for these matches and the rest of the card will be given during the Royal Rumble Countdown Show

Confirmed for Royal Rumble 2025 Card

1. Women's World Championship Rhea Ripley (c) vs. Raquel Rodriguez

2. Grudge Tag Team Match The Usos (Jey Uso & Jimmy Uso) vs. The Bloodline (Jacob Fatu & Tama Tonga)

Dubb · Tuesday at 11:58 AM

You truly are a wizard with the way you are able to do multiple projects at such a high quality. Very excited to see your take on the Cena retirement tour especially as the real one has left a lot to be desired, imo. Looking forward to this!

WrestleWizard · Tuesday at 12:41 PM

Dubb said:
You truly are a wizard with the way you are able to do multiple projects at such a high quality. Very excited to see your take on the Cena retirement tour especially as the real one has left a lot to be desired, imo. Looking forward to this!

Appreciate it Dubb. I think I'm gonna cap at 3 haha but wanted to write about 3 different eras and give my spin and the format I chose I think I'll be able to have the time needed to make quality products. Yeah the Cena retirement is something I really wanted to get my hands on and write about. Excited to tackle it and see what you and everyone else thinks. I hope I can do it justice.

Road to Royal Rumble 2025: Official Match Previews (Championship Clashes)

3. World Heavyweight Championship: Gunther (c) vs. AJ Styles

Context

"The Ring General" has systematically dismantled the heavyweight division, enforcing a reign of order and brutality. He has often claimed that the "American style" of wrestling—flashy, chaotic, and undisciplined—is inferior. Enter AJ Styles. "The Phenomenal One" returns not just to challenge for a title, but to defend his legacy and the very style of wrestling Gunther despises. For Styles, this is potentially his last shot at the top of the mountain. For Gunther, Styles is the ultimate trophy to mount on his wall—a legend to be extinguished.

"The General vs. The Phenomenal One"

The seeds of this conflict were sown on the historic Raw on Netflix premiere on January 6. Fresh off a dominant year, World Heavyweight Champion Gunther stood in the center of the ring, surrounded by the carnage of his latest title defense. With a microphone in hand, The Ring General issued a cold proclamation: the locker room had been purged of worthy challengers. He declared the current generation "soft," "undisciplined," and addicted to "excess," stating there was no one left with the honor required to step into the ring with him. The silence that followed was deafening, until the static-filled organ intro of a familiar anthem cut through the arena. AJ Styles, returning from a lengthy hiatus, walked out not to a pop, but to a reverence. He didn't say a word. He simply marched to the ring, stared Gunther in the eye, and pointed at the World Heavyweight Championship. Gunther, however, simply laughed. He dismissed Styles as a "relic of a bygone era of flippy nonsense" and left the ring, refusing to even acknowledge the challenge.

Determined to prove he was not a nostalgia act, AJ Styles forced the issue on the January 13 episode of Raw. To demonstrate he still possessed the killer instinct Gunther claimed was extinct, Styles requested a match against Imperium’s lieutenant, Ludwig Kaiser. What followed was a technical masterclass that reminded the world why Styles is considered one of the greatest of all time. He didn't fly; he wrestled. Styles systematically dismantled Kaiser, matching Imperium’s technical grit hold for hold. The finish came not from the top rope, but on the mat, as Styles forced Kaiser to tap out to the Calf Crusher while maintaining intense eye contact with Gunther, who was watching stoically from the VIP box. The post-match scene set the physical stakes. As Styles had his hand raised, Gunther attempted a blindside ambush, rushing the ring to extinguish the threat before it could grow. But the veteran instincts of The Phenomenal One were sharp. As Gunther went for a chopping lariat, Styles ducked and countered with a lightning-fast Pele Kick that caught The Ring General flush on the jaw. The champion stumbled back, stunned and clutching his face, retreating up the ramp with a look of pure fury. Styles stood his ground in the center of the ring, shouting, "Am I worthy now?!" The disrespect could no longer be ignored, and the match was made official.

The psychological warfare intensified during the contract signing on January 20. In a display of supreme arrogance, Gunther remained seated when Styles entered, refusing to stand for his challenger. When he finally spoke, Gunther didn't yell; he lectured. "You are everything wrong with this sport," Gunther stated calmly, sliding the contract across the table. "You perform tricks for children. You rely on athleticism because you lack discipline. I perform violence for history." He called Styles a "performer," whereas he was a "wrestler," promising to break AJ's spirit before he broke his body. AJ Styles’ rebuttal was emotional and raw. Leaning across the table, Styles dropped his usual composure. "I've wrestled in rings you couldn't survive in, Gunther. From Japan to Europe to down the road in TNA," Styles said, his voice low and dangerous. "You call my style 'excess'? My style is survival. I am not a trick. I am the one thing you've never faced: a man who is better than you." Styles signed the contract and threw the pen at Gunther. The Ring General finally stood up, towering over Styles, but for the first time, he didn't attack. He simply smiled, seemingly pleased that his prey still had some fight left.

The build reached its boiling point on the final Raw before the Rumble, January 27. Gunther was scheduled for a tune-up match against a high-flying luchador, intended to simulate Styles’ speed. Gunther didn't just win; he made an example. He grounded his opponent, refusing to let him use the ropes, and won with a crushing Powerbomb. However, after the bell, Gunther refused to break the submission hold, wrenching back on a Boston Crab to send a message to Styles. The referee’s pleas were ignored as Gunther sought to injure the helpless competitor. AJ Styles rushed the ring for the save, sparking a chaotic brawl that the crowd had been waiting for. Styles came in hot, unloading with a flurry of strikes that backed Gunther into the corner. The crowd erupted as Styles signaled for the Phenomenal Forearm, springing off the top rope. But the launch was met with disaster. In a terrifying display of timing and power, Gunther chopped Styles out of mid-air. The sound of the impact echoed through the arena like a gunshot. Styles crumbled to the mat, clutching his chest, gasping for air. The show ended with a grim tableau. Gunther stood over the fallen legend, placing a boot on Styles’ throat while raising the World Heavyweight Championship high. There was no fear in Gunther's eyes, only validation. The message for Indianapolis was clear: AJ Styles may be Phenomenal, and his heart may be undeniable, but Gunther is invincible. At the Royal Rumble, it won't just be a clash of styles; it will be an execution of an era.

4. Undisputed WWE Championship (Ladder Match): Cody Rhodes (c) vs. Kevin Owens

Context

The friendship between Cody Rhodes and Kevin Owens was forged in the trenches of the war against the Bloodline. But as the Bloodline fell, a new rift emerged. Kevin Owens, the eternal anti-hero, began to see the "American Nightmare" not as a liberator, but as the new establishment. Accusing Rhodes of adopting the very "Tribal Chief" politics they once fought to destroy, Owens snapped. This isn't just a title match; it is a battle of ideologies. Rhodes fights to prove he can lead with honor, while Owens fights to smash the pedestal he believes Rhodes has put himself on.

"The Nightmare vs. The Prizefighter"

The fracture began subtly, but the break was absolute on the Raw on Netflix premiere on January 6. Following a successful tag team victory where Rhodes and Owens teamed up to defeat a common enemy, the celebration seemed routine. Rhodes raised Owens' hand, playing to the crowd, the benevolent champion sharing his spotlight. But as Rhodes went to leave the ring, Owens didn't let go of his hand. In a moment that silenced the Intuit Dome, Owens pulled Rhodes back into a short-arm clothesline that turned the champion inside out. There was no hesitation in Owens' eyes as he dragged Rhodes to the outside and powerbombed him onto the unforgiving edge of the ring apron—the hardest part of the ring. As medical staff rushed to check on the Undisputed Champion, Owens stood over him, screaming, "I didn't save you from Roman just to watch you turn into him!"

On the January 10 episode of SmackDown, Kevin Owens arrived not in wrestling gear, but in street clothes, carrying a folding chair. He hijacked the show to deliver a scathing manifesto. He accused Cody Rhodes of becoming the "Corporate Dream," pointing out the bespoke suits, the private bus, and the closed-door meetings with management. "You're not the guy who smashed the throne anymore, Cody," Owens spat into the camera. "You're the guy sitting on it. You politicked your way to the top, and now you look down on guys like me." Owens claimed that Rhodes had become exactly what they fought against: a curated, untouchable figurehead who prioritized his image over the fight. He declared that he wasn't there to win a wrestling match; he was there to beat the "suit" off of Cody Rhodes.

Cody Rhodes responded on the January 13 Raw, sporting bruised ribs and a taped shoulder. Bypassing his usual pageantry, Rhodes marched to the ring with a darker intensity than the WWE Universe is used to seeing. He refuted Owens' claims, reminding the world that he bled for this company and for the fans, not for the board of directors. "You call me corporate, Kevin? I call it responsibility," Rhodes countered. He tried to reason with his friend, offering Owens one chance to walk away and save their history. Owens’ answer came in the form of a blindside attack from the crowd. The two brawled through the concession stand, smashing merchandise tables and throwing soda dispensers. It took the entire security team and several producers to pry them apart, proving that a standard wrestling match could not contain this animosity.

The violence escalated on the January 17 SmackDown when the two were placed in separate matches to keep them apart. However, the plan backfired spectacularly. After Owens decimated his opponent in record time, he didn't leave. He grabbed a ladder from under the ring—a foreign object that hadn't been part of the match—and set it up in the aisle, waiting for Rhodes. When Cody emerged for his main event, Owens didn't attack; he simply climbed the ladder and sat at the top, mocking the champion. He forced Rhodes to wrestle his match while literalizing the metaphor: Owens was looking down on Cody. The distraction cost Rhodes a clean win, and the night ended with Owens tipping the ladder over onto Rhodes, crushing the champion under the steel.

The General Managers of Raw and SmackDown, Adam Pearce and Nick Aldis, intervened on the January 20 Raw. Citing the uncontrollable brawls and the introduction of weaponry, they officially sanctioned a Ladder Match for the Royal Rumble. The logic was simple: the only way to determine a winner between two men who refuse to stay down for a three-count is to force them to retrieve the title from fifteen feet in the air. When the stipulation was announced, a disturbing grin spread across Owens' face. He took the mic and whispered, "Perfect. Now I can drop you from a height where your suit won't save you."

On the January 24 SmackDown, the psychological warfare turned venomous. Kevin Owens marched to the ring, microphone in hand, and dismantled the sacred legacy of the Rhodes family. He didn't just mock Cody; he weaponized the memory of the "American Dream." "I’ve been thinking about Dusty a lot lately," Owens began, his voice dripping with faux-sympathy. "He was the 'Son of a Plumber.' He was a man of the people who drove up and down these roads in a beat-up car just to put food on the table. And then I look at you, Cody. The three-piece suits, the private bus, the political smile. You’ve scrubbed every bit of 'common man' off your skin." Owens paused, letting the boos wash over him before delivering the dagger: "Dusty Rhodes was a hero because he was real. You’re just a brand. And I honestly think if your dad were here right now, he wouldn't be proud... he'd be embarrassed that his legacy turned into a corporate mascot."

That was the breaking point. Cody Rhodes didn't wait for a rebuttal; he snapped. The "American Nightmare" persona dissolved into pure, unadulterated rage as he stormed the ring, assaulting Owens with a steel chair. There was no pageantry, only violence. For the first time, the crowd witnessed a flash of genuine cruelty in Cody as he wrapped the chair around Owens' neck, squeezing until Owens turned purple. It took a swarm of referees threatening an immediate suspension to pry the champion off. The line between hero and villain hadn't just been blurred; in that moment of defense for his father's memory, Cody Rhodes had crossed it, giving Kevin Owens exactly the monster he claimed Cody was all along. With the Rumble just days away, Cody Rhodes called Kevin Owens to the ring for one final face-to-face. No security, no management—just two men. Owens emerged, looking relaxed, chewing gum, while Rhodes paced the ring like a caged animal. Rhodes cut the music and spoke first, his voice trembling with adrenaline.

"You say I changed, Kevin? You say the suit changed me? Look closely. Under this suit are the scars you helped me earn. You call me corporate because it's easier than admitting the truth: You hate me because I grew up, and you stayed exactly the same. You are the Prizefighter, but you're fighting for a prize you don't respect."

Owens laughed, leaning against the ropes. "Respect? I respected the Cody who left. I respected the Cody who bet on himself. But this version? This version is a mascot. You talk about growing up? I'm watching you turn into the politician your father hated. You think you're leading the charge? You're just leading a parade."

Cody stepped closer, bridging the gap. "My father didn't hate politicians, Kevin. He hated liars. And the biggest lie in this ring is that you're doing this for the 'people.' You're doing this because you can't stand that after 20 years of scratching and clawing, the guy in the suit is still the guy they chose over you. You want to drop me from a ladder? You better make sure I don't get up. Because if I get up, I'm not wrestling you for a title. I'm ending you."

Owens’ smile vanished. "You won't get up," he whispered, dropping the mic.

Owens feigned leaving, stepping through the ropes, before spinning back around with a cheap shot. But Cody was ready. He ducked the clothesline and tackled Owens, driving him into the corner. The brawl was immediate and ugly. Rhodes tore Owens' shirt; Owens raked Cody’s eyes. They tumbled to the outside, where Owens grabbed the ring bell, looking to maim the champion. Cody kicked it out of his hand and tackled Owens over the announce table, sending monitors flying. Security rushed down, but Rhodes grabbed a steel chair, swinging wildly to keep them back. He stood on top of the announce table, chair raised, while a bloodied Owens smiled maniacally from the floor, wiping blood from his mouth and signaling for Cody to bring it. The show went off the air with the two men being physically restrained by the entire locker room, screaming promises of violence for Saturday night.

The final chapter before the Rumble unfolded on the January 31 SmackDown with a high-stakes main event: Kevin Owens vs. Sami Zayn. In a grueling, 20-minute classic that reminded the world of their lifelong bond, Owens secured the victory with a Pop-Up Powerbomb. But as Zayn offered a handshake of respect, Owens’ eyes went cold. He pulled Sami in and leveled him with a Stunner, followed by a vicious beatdown with a steel chair. This drew out Cody Rhodes, who sprinted to the ring to make the save. The save quickly dissolved into chaos as Rhodes and Owens brawled around ringside, wielding ladders as weapons. The show went off the air with an iconic visual: both men perched atop separate ladders in the center of the ring, trading thunderous punches while the Undisputed WWE Championship dangled just inches above their heads—a portrait of violence suspended in the air.

Predictions for these matches and the rest of the card will be given during the Royal Rumble Countdown Show

Confirmed for Royal Rumble 2025 Card

Undisputed WWE Championship (Ladder Match) Cody Rhodes (c) vs. Kevin Owens
World Heavyweight Championship Gunther (c) vs. AJ Styles
Women's World Championship Rhea Ripley (c) vs. Raquel Rodriguez
Grudge Tag Team Match The Usos (Jey Uso & Jimmy Uso) vs. The Bloodline (Jacob Fatu & Tama Tonga)

WrestleWizard · Wednesday at 12:36 PM

Women's Royal Rumble Match

30-Woman Over-the-Top-Rope Elimination Match

Context

With Rhea Ripley reclaiming her throne on Raw and Tiffany Stratton ruling SmackDown as the WWE Women's Champion, the path to WrestleMania is more perilous than ever. The 2025 field is the deepest in history, featuring desperate former champions, returning legends, terrifying factions, and unstoppable monsters.

The Fifteen Favorites (Confirmed Entrants)

Liv Morgan: The desperate former champion willing to do anything to get back to the main event.
Nia Jax: The "Irresistible Force" who believes the Rumble is her birthright.
Bianca Belair: The "EST" of WWE, looking for a record-tying victory.
Jade Cargill: The undefeated powerhouse seeking her first major Rumble moment.
Becky Lynch: "The Man" has returned to remind the world that she is still the face of the division.
Asuka: The "Empress of Tomorrow" returns to spread mist and chaos.
Bayley: The Role Model fighting to prove she is still the locker room leader.
IYO SKY: The high-flying genius representing Damage CTRL's interests.
Lyra Valkyria: The technical prodigy who has pinned champions in the past year.
Naomi: The "Glow" brings veteran experience and unmatched athleticism.
Shayna Baszler: The submission magician looking to break limbs, not just eliminate hearts.
Zoey Stark: The athletic marvel representing the Pure Fusion Collective.
Chelsea Green: The reluctant entrant who is terrified of the competition but desperate for the spotlight.
Piper Niven: The powerhouse enforcer forcing her partner Chelsea to compete.
Zelina Vega: The LWO representative fighting for the underdogs.

"The Desperate, The Dominant, and The Empress"

The narrative landscape shifted violently immediately following the Raw on Netflix premiere. While Rhea Ripley celebrated her title win, Liv Morgan suffered a complete psychological break. On the January 13 Raw, Liv interrupted a match between Lyra Valkyria and Zelina Vega, assaulting both women with a steel chair. Screaming that the "Revenge Tour" wasn't over until she main-evented WrestleMania, Liv declared herself the first entrant. This act of desperation drew the ire of Becky Lynch, who made a shock return later that night. "The Man" cut a blistering promo, telling Liv that tantrums don't win Rumbles—legends do. Lynch officially entered the match, sparking a rivalry between the two former champions that anchored the Raw side of the bracket.

Over on SmackDown, the dynamic was defined by pure power. Nia Jax, furious that she wasn't granted a title shot against Tiffany Stratton, decided to hold the Rumble hostage. On January 10, Jax interrupted a qualifying match, decimating Michin and Tegan Nox before they could even finish their bout. Her dominance, however, hit a wall in the form of Jade Cargill. The two titans had a face-off in the aisle that went viral instantly. Unlike previous confrontations, this wasn't just a stare-down; it was a collision. Security failed to separate them as they brawled through the backstage area, smashing through catering tables. The visual of Cargill hoisting a security guard into the air while staring at Jax set the tone: The Rumble will be a war of attrition between the two strongest women in the company.

The "EST of WWE," Bianca Belair, took a different path, opting to prove her endurance. She issued an open challenge to any woman on the roster to try and eliminate her in a mini-battle royal exhibition on SmackDown. Chelsea Green tried to hide in the corner, but her partner Piper Niven physically threw her into the fray. Belair displayed freakish athleticism, eliminating both Green and Niven simultaneously with a double clothesline. However, she was nearly eliminated by a returning Naomi, who matched Belair's agility move for move. The two shared a nod of respect after the bell, forming a loose alliance to watch each other's backs against the monsters in the match.

The atmosphere shifted from competition to horror by the third week of January. Following a match on Raw, the lights cut out, and the sound of maniacal laughter echoed through the arena. When the lights returned, IYO SKY and Kairi Sane were found blinded by blue mist, writhing in pain. Asuka had returned. The "Empress of Tomorrow" appeared on the TitanTron, face painted in a terrifying new design, declaring (in Japanese) that the division had become soft and she was the purge. This introduced a wildcard element; Asuka wasn't just looking to win, she was looking to blind and incapacitate her competition before the bell even rang. This terrified the field, with superstars like Zelina Vega and Lyra Valkyria starting to wear protective face gear in backstage segments.

The comedy element took a dark turn involving Chelsea Green. Throughout January, Green tried to get out of the match, citing a "wrist injury" from signing too many autographs. General Manager Nick Aldis refused to let her withdraw. In a fit of rage, Piper Niven dragged Chelsea to the ring on January 24, forcing her to compete in a fatal four-way against Bayley, Naomi, and Zoey Stark. While Green spent most of the match screaming, Niven dominated, creating a unique dynamic where one partner is the reluctant victim and the other is the monster forcing her forward. Bayley, ever the Role Model, eventually pinned Green, but the message was sent: Piper Niven is a sleeper threat to win it all.

The veteran presence was solidified by Bayley, who cut a passionate promo on the SmackDown go-home show. She reminded the locker room that she has won the Rumble before, and she knows the stamina required. She called out Nia Jax and Jade Cargill, warning them that strength means nothing if you can't stay grounded. This drew out Shayna Baszler, who choked Bayley out from behind. Baszler, usually a quiet killer, grabbed the mic and promised to break the limbs of every "hero" in the match, ensuring that even if they survive the elimination, they won't make it to WrestleMania.

The tension reached a breaking point on the final Raw before the Rumble (January 27) during a massive "Town Hall" segment. Becky Lynch stood center ring, surrounded by Liv Morgan, Lyra Valkyria, Asuka, Shayna Baszler, Zoey Stark, and Zelina Vega. The SmackDown roster invaded moments later, led by Bianca Belair, Jade Cargill, Naomi, Bayley, and the reluctant Chelsea Green. When Nia Jax marched to the ring, the verbal barbs turned into a fifteen-woman brawl. The show ended with a singular, terrifying image: Asuka spraying a cloud of mist into the air, blinding Becky Lynch and Bianca Belair, while Nia Jax laughed from the corner.

The stage is set for a historic collision. Will the desperation of Liv Morgan conquer the field? Will the raw power of Nia Jax or Jade Cargill smash through the competition? Can the athleticism of Bianca Belair or Naomi outlast the marathon? Or will the returning Empress Asuka blind her way to victory? With Tiffany Stratton and Rhea Ripley watching from above, 30 women enter, but only one will point to the sign.

Men's Royal Rumble Match

30-Man Over-the-Top-Rope Elimination Match

Context

The 2025 Men's Royal Rumble is widely considered the most volatile in history. The narratives are heavy with legacy and blood. John Cena enters with the weight of his retirement tour. CM Punk seeks the WrestleMania main event that has eluded him for a career. Roman Reigns enters not as a Chief, but as a target with a massive financial bounty on his head placed by The Rock. But beyond the headlines, a roster of killers waits in the wings, making this a true "pick 'em" event where alliances are frail and violence is guaranteed.

The Fifteen Favorites (Confirmed Entrants)

John Cena: The G.O.A.T. on his farewell tour, needing a win to break the world title record.
CM Punk: The "Best in the World" looking to fulfill his destiny of a WrestleMania main event.
Roman Reigns: The "Original Tribal Chief" fighting for survival against a field of bounty hunters.
Seth "Freakin" Rollins: The visionary who believes he is the only one fit to lead the company.
Drew McIntyre: The "Scottish Psychopath" obsessed with ruining Punk's dream at any cost.
Bron Breakker: The "Wolf Dog" leading a chaotic rookie uprising against the old guard.
Solo Sikoa: The "Enforcer" of the new Bloodline, entering to ensure Roman Reigns does not leave Indianapolis alive.
Sami Zayn: The ultimate underdog who fights with more heart than anyone in the field.
LA Knight: The "Megastar" whose popularity is a undeniable force of nature.
Damian Priest: The former champion looking to reclaim his spot at the top of the food chain.
Sheamus: The "Celtic Warrior" looking for a brawl and a path back to gold.
Finn Bálor: The Judgment Day leader seeking to reassert his dominance.
Dominik Mysterio: The most hated man in the building, entering to protect his interests.
Carmelo Hayes: The arrogant newcomer claiming he is "Him."
Ilja Dragunov: The "Mad Dragon" bringing an intensity that scares even the veterans.

"The Last Time, The Best in the World, and The Hunted"

The Road to the Rumble began with an earthquake of emotion on the Raw on Netflix premiere (January 6). John Cena stood center ring, eyes welling with tears, and declared that 2025 would be his final year in professional wrestling. He refused to ask for a handout, stating he would enter the Rumble to "earn his place in history one last time." The solemnity of the moment was shattered by the music of Bron Breakker. The young powerhouse didn't say a word; he simply marched to the ring, circled the legend, and then bumped shoulders with Cena hard enough to stagger him. It was a blatant act of disrespect that signaled the theme of this year's match: The Future isn't waiting for the Past to leave; it is kicking them out the door.

The narrative shifted from legacy to greed on the January 10 SmackDown. Roman Reigns, stripped of his Ula Fala and family, walked to the ring alone for the first time in years. However, Paul Heyman appeared on the TitanTron, speaking on behalf of the new Bloodline. He revealed a twisted stipulation from The Rock: A massive financial bounty and a guaranteed future title shot for anyone who eliminates Reigns from the Rumble. The camera cut to the locker room, where superstars like Damian Priest and Carmelo Hayes were watching with hungry eyes. Priest immediately accepted the challenge in a backstage interview, stating, "I don't care about tribal politics. I care about the check. Roman is just a payday."

The "Hater's Ball" spun out of control on the January 13 Raw. CM Punk cut a promo about destiny, only to be interrupted by Drew McIntyre, who promised to be the nightmare Punk couldn't wake up from. As they brawled, Seth Rollins entered the fray—not to separate them, but to attack both. Rollins grabbed a headset at the commentary table, blood dripping from his lip, and screamed, "While they play their petty high school games, I am the only one actually carrying this show! The Rumble goes through the Visionary!" This three-way rivalry turned the arena into a war zone, requiring the entire security team and General Manager Adam Pearce to restore order, proving that personal vendettas might cost all three men the match.

On the January 17 SmackDown, LA Knight inserted himself into the bounty conversation with characteristic swagger. "I don't need The Rock's money to toss Roman Reigns," Knight told the crowd to a roar of 'Yeahs'. "I'll do it for free because whose game is it?" His promo was cut short by the arrival of Ilja Dragunov, who didn't care about talk. The "Mad Dragon" initiated a brawl that pulled in Carmelo Hayes, leading to an impromptu Triple Threat match. The segment was a terrifying showcase of the next generation's intensity, ending with Dragunov hitting a Torpedo Moscow on Knight that looked like a car crash, proving the rookies are not just fodder for the veterans.

Internal friction plagued The Judgment Day on the January 20 Raw. Finn Bálor and Dominik Mysterio were seen arguing in the clubhouse. Finn wanted a unified strategy to eliminate the giants, while Dominik suggested they hide under the ring until the end. Their scheming was interrupted by Sheamus, who kicked the door down looking for a fight. The "Celtic Warrior" brawled with both men through the backstage area, laughing maniacally as he Brogue Kicked Dominik into a catering table. Sheamus later declared, "I hope they bring the whole faction. That's just more heads to kick off shoulders," establishing himself as the chaotic force of nature in the match.

The emotional anchor of the build occurred on the January 24 SmackDown involving Sami Zayn. With Jey Uso occupied with his own war against the Bloodline, Sami stood alone in a backstage interview, looking more focused than ever. He cut a passionate promo addressing his career: "I've fought wars for the Bloodline. I've fought wars for Kevin. I've fought wars for the fans. But on Saturday, I fight for me." His moment of clarity was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Solo Sikoa. The new Tribal Heir didn't say a word; he just stepped into the frame, towering over Sami and cracking his taped knuckles. The message was chilling: Sami might be done with the Bloodline, but the Bloodline—and their Enforcer—aren't done with him.

Later that night, the "Bounty Hunter" storyline took a physical toll on Roman Reigns. General Manager Nick Aldis forced Reigns into a Gauntlet Match against three surprise opponents looking to cash in early. Reigns survived the onslaught, but the victory was pyrrhic. He was left battered, clutching his ribs in the corner. As the show closed, Bron Breakker marched to the ring. He didn't attack the wounded animal; he just smiled, circled the fallen Reigns like a shark, and pointed at the Wrestlemania sign. It was a chilling foreshadowing of a collision between the Spear of the past and the Spear of the future.

The perspective from the top was delivered on the January 27 Raw by Gunther. Watching the chaos from a skybox, the World Heavyweight Champion was interviewed about who he feared in the Rumble. His answer was pure disdain. "I see a field of men fighting for second place," Gunther sneered. "Let Cena have his nostalgia. Let Punk have his drama. Whoever wins comes to me, and they will lose." The camera then panned to the rafters, where AJ Styles was silently watching Gunther, a reminder that the winner faces a champion who believes he is a god, but there are legends waiting to prove him wrong.

The final sell on the Raw go-home show didn't need a town hall to ignite; it just needed a spark. Roman Reigns marched to the ring unannounced, grabbing a microphone to demand The Rock show his face. Instead of The Final Boss, the "Bounty Hunters" answered the call. Damian Priest led the charge, flanking the ring with Carmelo Hayes, Finn Bálor, and Dominik Mysterio, all looking to cash in the bounty early by taking out the Tribal Chief before Saturday. As they slid under the ropes to corner Reigns, John Cena’s music hit. The G.O.A.T. sprinted down the ramp, sliding in to stand back-to-back with his former rival, leveling Dominik with a clothesline while Reigns drove Priest into the corner.

The dam broke moments later as the personal grudges spilled into the squared circle. CM Punk rushed the ring to aid Cena but was immediately intercepted by a flying Seth Rollins, igniting their volatile feud. Drew McIntyre, never one to miss a fight, slid in with a Claymore intended for Punk but decimated Finn Bálor instead. The ring began to fill with bodies as Sheamus charged in, Brogue Kicking Carmelo Hayes out of mid-air and turning his attention to McIntyre, reigniting their banger-after-banger rivalry with stiff chops that echoed through the arena. The ring was now a pressure cooker of legacy stars tearing each other apart.

The chaos reached a fever pitch with the arrival of the new generation and the wildcards. Bron Breakker hit the ring like a cannonball, spearing Sheamus and Cena simultaneously with terrifying speed. He was met head-on by Ilja Dragunov, and the two bulls collided in a frenzy of European uppercuts. LA Knight capitalized on the confusion, tossing Dominik Mysterio over the top rope (though not an official elimination) to a deafening roar of "Yeah!", only to be blindsided by a Helluva Kick from Sami Zayn, who was frantically trying to clear space to get to Roman Reigns. The ring was now a claustrophobic war zone containing 14 of the best wrestlers in the world, with no room to breathe and nowhere to hide.

The final piece of the puzzle arrived in silence. Solo Sikoa walked slowly down the ramp, unbothered by the bedlam. He climbed the steps and entered the fray, parting the sea of bodies to stand nose-to-nose with Roman Reigns. The two Samoans stared each other down in the center of the storm while the other 13 men brawled around them. The tension snapped, and the 15-man skirmish exploded into a singular, cohesive riot. Bodies flew everywhere—Cena AA'd Hayes, Reigns Speared Breakker, and Punk GTS'd Priest. As the show faded to black, there was no winner, only a pile of broken bodies and the deafening roar of the crowd, promising that the Royal Rumble wouldn't just be a match; it would be a massacre for the ages.

Predictions for these matches and the rest of the card will be given during the Royal Rumble Countdown Show

FINAL CARD for Royal Rumble 2025

Undisputed WWE Championship (Ladder Match) Cody Rhodes (c) vs. Kevin Owens
World Heavyweight Championship Gunther (c) vs. AJ Styles
Women's World Championship Rhea Ripley (c) vs. Raquel Rodriguez
Grudge Tag Team Match The Usos (Jey Uso & Jimmy Uso) vs. The Bloodline (Jacob Fatu & Tama Tonga)
Women's Royal Rumble Match
Men's Royal Rumble Match

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WrestleWizard · Wednesday at 3:40 PM

WWE Monthly Newswire: January 2025 Recap

"The Road to Indy" Edition

Dateline: January 30, 2025 Source: WWE.com / Internal Reports

As the WWE Universe converges on Indianapolis for the first Royal Rumble of the Netflix Era, the landscape has been irrevocably altered by the events of January 6th. While title matches, grudges, and the duo of Rumble matches fill the card, one singular moment stands above them all, casting a long shadow over every brand, every locker room, and every superstar. Here is your complete catch-up on the month of January 2025.

HEADLINE STORY: The Final Boss Seizes the Throne

The "Netflix Era" began with a bang—and a betrayal—that will be replayed for decades. On the January 6 premiere of Raw, following Roman Reigns' brutal victory over Solo Sikoa, The Rock made his shocking return. Dressed in a bespoke suit, The Final Boss appeared to offer a truce, picking up the fallen Ula Fala and placing it around his cousin's neck. The Intuit Dome erupted for what seemed to be the reunification of the Bloodline.

The Turn: The celebration lasted exactly 45 seconds. In a moment that silenced the world, The Rock’s expression shifted from familial love to menacing disdain. He refused to let go of Roman's hand, pulling him into a devastating Rock Bottom that shook the ring. As Reigns lay unconscious, The Rock calmly adjusted his cuffs, removed the Ula Fala from Roman’s neck, and placed it on his own. He stood over the fallen Tribal Chief, not as a family member, but as a conqueror.

The Ramifications & Fallout:

The Exiles: Roman Reigns has been officially stripped of his "Tribal Chief" status by the High Council (kayfabe), leaving him isolated. He is no longer the Head of the Table; he is a man without a dynasty.
The Bounty: On the Jan 10 SmackDown, Paul Heyman (advocating for the New Bloodline) announced that The Rock has placed a multi-million dollar bounty on Roman Reigns. This has turned the Royal Rumble match into a hunt. Mid-carders and main eventers alike—from Damian Priest to Carmelo Hayes—have shifted their focus from winning the match to simply eliminating Reigns to collect the payout.
The Usos' Pivot: This betrayal forced the hand of Jey Uso. Previously content to stay on Raw, the sight of his cousin being decimated by the ultimate power play triggered the reunion with Jimmy, leading to their war against the new enforcers, Tama Tonga and Jacob Fatu.

1. The "Banger" Triangle: Sheamus, Dragunov, and The Chests of Steel

While the main eventers are fighting for spots, a violent sub-culture has emerged on Raw involving Sheamus, Ilja Dragunov, and Drew McIntyre. What started as a disagreement over a catering table on Jan 13 has devolved into a three-way war of attrition.

The Incident: On the Jan 20 Raw, Sheamus and Dragunov wrestled a "friendly" exhibition that turned into a 20-minute chop-fest, leaving both men with bleeding chests. The crowd gave it a standing ovation, but McIntyre ruined the moment by Claymore-ing both men post-match, screaming that they were "wasting energy" instead of focusing on Punk.
The Fallout: This has created a unique dynamic heading into the Rumble. Sheamus and Dragunov have formed a mutual respect based on violence, effectively agreeing to watch each other's backs until they find McIntyre.

2. Tag Team Turmoil: The Street Profits' New Edge

The tag division is heating up on SmackDown. With #DIY and MCMG locking down the title picture, the rest of the division is fighting for position.

The Profits Turn Serious: Montez Ford and Angelo Dawkins have ditched the solo cups. After a losing streak in December, they returned on the Netflix premiere wearing all black and wrestling a much more aggressive, grounded style. They decimated AOP (Authors of Pain) in a contenders match on Jan 17, with Ford refusing to pin Rezar after a frog splash, opting to lock in a submission instead.
The Creed Brothers: Julius and Brutus Creed have been seen backstage talking to Chad Gable, fueling rumors of a new "Team Angle" style faction forming to counter the high-flyers.

3. The "Karen" Crisis: Chelsea Green vs. Management

The comedy highlight of the month has been Chelsea Green's crusade to be removed from the Royal Rumble match.

The Complaint: Green claims she has "Wrist Tendonitis" from signing too many autographs at the Raw on Netflix premiere. She has filed formal complaints with Adam Pearce every week, bringing doctors notes written in crayon and threatening to sue Netflix for "unsafe working conditions."
The Result: Piper Niven has had enough. In a segment on Jan 24, Niven was seen physically carrying Green to the ring for practice, using her partner as a battering ram to knock down training dummies. Green is entering the Rumble under protest, and Vegas odds have her lasting less than 10 seconds—or winning by hiding.

4. NXT Call-Up Watch

With the start of the year traditionally signaling new opportunities, the rumor mill regarding NXT talent is spinning.

Stephanie Vaquer: The standout performer has been spotted at consecutive Raw tapings. She worked a dark match against Kairi Sane on Jan 20 that reportedly "tore the house down," leading to speculation that her main roster debut is imminent.
Oba Femi: The NXT powerhouse has been noticeably absent from NXT television for the past two weeks. Sources indicate management is extremely high on him, sparking rumors that a main roster call-up could happen sooner rather than later.

5. Backstage News: The "Netflix Effect"

The shift to Netflix has drastically changed the backstage atmosphere.

No Commercials, No Hiding: Wrestlers are reportedly adjusting to the new "commercial-free" matches on key dates. The Jan 6 Punk/Rollins match was a test run, and producers were thrilled with the endurance shown.
Grittier Presentation: You may have noticed the lighting is darker and the camera cuts are less frequent. This is a directive from Lee Fitting to present the product as more "sport-like" and less "TV show." This has benefited hard-hitters like Gunther and Kevin Owens, whose physical style translates better in this format.
The "Explicit" Rule: While not TV-MA, the loosened restrictions on language were evident in the Cody Rhodes/Kevin Owens promo on Jan 27. Talent has been given the green light to be more authentic in heated moments, though "gratuitous" cursing is still discouraged.

6. Medical Updates

Braun Strowman: "The Monster of all Monsters" has been absent since December. He was cleared for in-ring action this week but was not announced for the Rumble, leading to speculation he might be a surprise return or is being saved for the Raw after Mania.
Charlotte Flair: While WWE has not officially confirmed her return, she was spotted at the Performance Center last week training with reduced knee bracing.

7. "Tiffy Time" in the Skybox

While the rest of the women's roster fights for a spot, WWE Women's Champion Tiffany Stratton has spent January "scouting" from the comfort of a luxury suite.

The VIP Boycott: Stratton has not wrestled a single match in 2025, claiming that "Queens don't play in the mud." On the Jan 17 SmackDown, she broadcasted live from her "Tiffy Lounge" skybox, offering snarky commentary on Bianca Belair and Jade Cargill, grading their outfits instead of their wrestling.
The Refusal: When asked by Cathy Kelley on Jan 24 if she feared the potential return of Charlotte Flair, Stratton scoffed and threw her champagne glass at the camera. She insists the Rumble winner is simply fighting for the privilege of losing to her in Vegas—delusionally ignoring that they could just as easily choose to challenge Raw's Women's World Champion Rhea Ripley—though backstage reports suggest she is pushing hard to avoid defending against Nia Jax.

8. Quote of the Month

"I don't need a bounty to take a head. I do it because I enjoy the sound it makes when it hits the mat." — Bron Breakker on SmackDown, responding to why he is targeting Roman Reigns.

Tune in this Saturday for Royal Rumble 2025, streaming LIVE on Netflix!

WrestleWizard · 2025-12-14T19:08:58-0500

I've never written a Royal rumble before and man that was hard. Hope I did this justice and hope everyone enjoys the show. The Road to Wrestlemania 41 in Vegas starts NOW!!!!

The screen fades from black to a stark, sepia-toned montage of Indianapolis in the dead of winter, snow falling silently over the Soldiers and Sailors Monument before the view pushes rapidly toward the glowing beacon of Lucas Oil Stadium. A deep, gravelly voiceover breaks the silence, declaring that time is the only enemy that remains undefeated, while the ticking of a stopwatch grows louder in the mix. The visuals shift to a high-contrast reel of Royal Rumble history, showing bodies flying over the top rope—Shawn Michaels, Stone Cold, and Edge—as the narrator reminds the world that since 1988, over 1,200 superstars have entered, but tonight, the numbers define the sentence. The music swells into an orchestral war drum beat as the screen splits to reveal the fractures of the present day. On one side, the "Civil War" of the Bloodline flashes in violent bursts: Solo Sikoa standing over a decimated Roman Reigns, the Usos reuniting out of necessity, and the terrifying visage of the "Samoan Werewolf" Jacob Fatu destroying everything in his path.

The tempo accelerates into a grinding industrial rhythm as the focus shifts to the betrayal that shook the industry. We see the slow-motion footage of Kevin Owens turning on Cody Rhodes, the ladder tipping over, and the bloody brawl through the concession stands that turned a brotherhood into a crime scene. The narrator asks the ultimate question: "When the hero becomes the villain, who climbs the ladder to salvation?". Flashes of Gunther’s cold, sacred ring generalship contrast with the desperate, high-flying survivalism of AJ Styles, cementing their clash as a battle of philosophy rather than just wrestling. Finally, the montage explodes into a rapid-fire showcase of the 30-man field: John Cena on his farewell tour, a taped-up CM Punk chasing the ghost of a main event, and the returning Roman Reigns hunting the men who stole his tribe. The ticking clock stops at zero, the screen goes black, and the text burns onto the screen in gold and neon green: "One Ring. One Victor. The Road Begins Now".

The silence is shattered by a deafening, rhythmic explosion of pyro that travels around the rim of the open roof of Lucas Oil Stadium, letting the heat escape into the Indianapolis night. The camera flies on a wire from the rafters, swooping down over a capacity crowd of 60,000 screaming fans whose collective roar creates a palpable, buzzing energy within the dome. The Netflix logo flashes on the massive LED boards, not in its usual red, but in a stark, alarming green, signaling the dawn of a new era for the broadcast.

We cut to the ringside announce desk, where the lighting has shifted to a sharp, clinical white. Michael Cole welcomes the global audience to the Royal Rumble, his voice barely audible over the chanting crowd, declaring that tonight, dreams will be realized and nightmares will become reality. Beside him, Pat McAfee is vibrating with excitement, standing up to shout about the "Civil War" and the "werewolf" Jacob Fatu, while Corey Graves leans forward with a serious demeanor, reminding the viewers that tonight isn't just about wrestling, but about a fracture in the Anoa'i dynasty that threatens to burn the Bloodline to the ground.

The broadcast cuts to a cinematic, handheld tracking shot backstage, capturing the arrival of the combatants. We see a black SUV pull up, and Roman Reigns steps out alone, wearing his "Original Tribal Chief" shirt; there is no Paul Heyman, no entourage, just a man walking with the terrifying focus of a king reclaiming his throne. The camera pans to the hallway where Cody Rhodes is walking toward the gorilla position, wearing his signature coat trimmed in black to reflect the darker tone of his feud, clutching the Undisputed Championship like a weapon rather than a prize.

We cut to the locker room area where CM Punk is seen already taped up and sweating, looking less like a wrestler and more like a fighter preparing for a cage match, his eyes locked on a mental image of the mountain he has to climb. Finally, the camera catches a glimpse of Gunther, standing like a monolith in his pristine black trench coat, handing it neatly to Ludwig Kaiser without saying a word, his expression a mask of cold, inevitable destruction as he prepares to defend the sacred canvas against AJ Styles. The tension backstage is suffocating, a silent prelude to the violence about to unfold.

WWE Royal Rumble 2025: The Women's Royal Rumble Match

The Formal Announcement

The lights in Lucas Oil Stadium dim slightly as a single spotlight focuses on the center of the ring. Alicia Taylor stands poised, microphone in hand, ready to kick off the night's festivities. The crowd buzzes with anticipation.

"Ladies and gentlemen," her voice booms, echoing through the massive stadium. "The following contest is the Thirty-Woman Royal Rumble Match!" The crowd erupts. "The rules are as follows: Two superstars will start the match. Every ninety seconds, a new superstar will enter. Competitors are eliminated when they are thrown over the top rope, and both feet touch the floor. The last woman standing will be declared the winner and will earn a championship opportunity at WrestleMania!"

Entrant #1: Liv Morgan

The arena lights dim, and the signature synth beat of "Watch Me" echoes through Lucas Oil Stadium. The first entrant, Liv Morgan, emerges onto the stage, bathed in a spotlight that highlights her smug expression. She doesn't rush. She takes her time walking down the massive ramp, soaking in the mixed reaction of the crowd. She stops to mock a fan in the front row, laughing in their face before grabbing a steel chair from under the ring. With deliberate arrogance, she slides the chair into the ring, unfolds it dead center, and takes a seat. She crosses her legs, examining her manicure, checking an imaginary watch, and shouting at the referee to "hurry it up." She is completely unbothered, treating the main event of the evening like her personal waiting room.

Entrant #2: Bayley

The static hits, and the upbeat chords of Bayley's theme song bring the crowd to their feet. The "Role Model" bursts through the curtain, the energy shifting instantly. The crowd sings along with her theme, a massive chorus of 60,000 voices echoing in the dome. Bayley acknowledges the support but keeps her eyes locked on Liv Morgan. She spends her two minutes hyping up the crowd on her way down the ramp, slapping hands and feeding off the energy, but as she approaches the apron, her demeanor hardens. She sees Liv still sitting comfortably in the center of the ring.

The referee signals for the bell. The match is officially underway. Liv Morgan smirks, beginning to stand up lazily, but Bayley wastes zero time. She slides under the bottom rope with the speed of a bullet, launching into a sprinting shotgun dropkick before she even fully rises. The soles of her boots connect with the steel chair, driving it violently into Liv Morgan's face just as she attempts to stand. Liv is sent scrambling backward into the turnbuckle, clutching her nose. Bayley grabs the chair and tosses it out of the ring, signaling that playtime is over. She corners Liv, unleashing a fury of stomps and mounted punches. Liv desperately rakes Bayley's eyes to create separation and tries to slide under the bottom rope to escape, but Bayley catches her by the hair. For the next ninety seconds, the action is frantic. Liv hits a desperate Enzuigiri to buy space, followed by a running knee in the corner. She tries to leverage Bayley over the top rope, but Bayley holds on. They trade rapid-fire pin attempts and reversals, showcasing their chemistry, neither woman able to gain a definitive advantage as the clock ticks down.

Entrant #3: Naomi

The countdown reaches zero. The lights drop to black, neon green lasers cut through the darkness, and the energetic beat of Naomi's theme hits. The crowd erupts as she dances onto the stage, "The Glow" illuminating the stadium. She slides into the ring, using the momentum to launch herself immediately onto the middle rope. With incredible agility, she springs backward, delivering a split-legged springboard crossbody that wipes out both Bayley and Liv Morgan in the center of the ring. Naomi pops up, feeding off the crowd's energy. She hits a rapid-fire series of kicks on a rising Liv Morgan—left, right, left, finishing with a spinning heel kick that drops Liv again.

Bayley gets to her feet, and she and Naomi lock eyes. There's a moment of mutual respect between the two veterans. They circle each other, locking up in a fast-paced exchange of technical wrestling. Naomi shoots Bayley off the ropes and drops down; Bayley leaps over. Naomi leapfrogs the rebound, but Bayley catches her in a waist lock. Naomi counters with a standing switch, shoving Bayley into the ropes. As Bayley rebounds, Liv Morgan rushes in from the side, trying to clothesline both women over the top rope while they are distracted.

It doesn't work. Naomi and Bayley both duck the clothesline. They turn in unison, grabbing Liv by the arms and whipping her into the corner. They hit a double hip attack on Liv, crushing her against the turnbuckles. However, the alliance is short-lived. As Naomi turns to celebrate, Bayley grabs her for a back suplex. Naomi lands on her feet! She rebounds off the ropes and hits the "Rear View" on Bayley, sending her stumbling. Naomi charges for a monkey flip in the corner on Liv, but Liv sidesteps, sending Naomi crashing into the turnbuckles. Liv tries to leverage Naomi over the top rope, but Naomi's athleticism saves her; she lands on the apron, kicks Liv in the head through the ropes, and springboards back in with a sunset flip and rolls through and stomps Liv. The action is non-stop as the clock ticks down for the fourth entrant.

Entrant #4: Chelsea Green

The buzzer sounds for Chelsea Green. She makes her entrance, but something is wrong. She’s not in ring gear; she’s wearing a bedazzled designer tracksuit and oversized sunglasses. She screams at the camera crew to "get that thing out of my face" and marches down the ramp holding a microphone. "I am NOT competing in these unsafe working conditions!" she shrieks. "Look at the debris! Look at the riff-raff in that ring!" She refuses to enter. Instead, she pulls a pair of golden handcuffs from her pocket and cuffs her left wrist to the bottom rope near the commentary table. She throws the key into the third row. "I am protesting this match until my demands are met!" she yells, sitting on the floor mats with a smug grin.

Inside the ring, the distraction proves fatal for momentum. Liv Morgan, ever the opportunist, capitalizes on Naomi and Bayley’s confusion. She chop-blocks Naomi from behind, sending her crashing to the canvas. Bayley charges Liv, but Liv sidesteps and sends Bayley face-first into the turnbuckle pad. Liv grabs Naomi by the hair and drags her toward the ropes where Chelsea is tethered. Chelsea screams, "Get her away from me! She's sweating on my Louis Vuitton!" Naomi fights back with elbows to Liv's gut. She hits a jawbreaker on Liv, creating separation.

Bayley recovers and joins the fray, grabbing Liv for a back suplex, but Liv lands on her feet. Liv pushes Bayley toward the ropes. Chelsea reaches through the ropes and grabs Bayley’s ankle! "Don't you touch me!" Chelsea yells, effectively anchoring Bayley. Bayley tries to shake her off, but the distraction allows Liv to hit a running knee strike to Bayley's back, nearly knocking her through the ropes. Bayley hangs on for dear life, kicking Chelsea’s hand to break the grip. Naomi flies in with a disaster kick on Liv. The three women are exhausted, trading blows in a triangle of chaos while Chelsea provides a running commentary of insults from floor level. The clock ticks down as Chelsea demands a latte from the timekeeper.

Entrant #5: Lyra Valkyria

The countdown ends and the energetic theme of Lyra Valkyria hits. The "Bird of Prey" sprints down the ramp, focused entirely on the ring. Chelsea Green, still cuffed to the bottom rope, waves her free hand frantically. "Lyra! Help me! It's a conspiracy!" she shrieks. Lyra doesn't even break stride; she leaps over the steel steps, completely ignoring Chelsea, who screams in indignation. Lyra slides into the ring and immediately makes an impact. She ducks a clothesline from Liv Morgan and rebounds with a rapid-fire series of kicks—chest, chest, head—dropping Liv. Naomi charges, but Lyra catches her with a spinning Northern Lights Suplex. Bayley tries to capitalize on Lyra's positioning, but Lyra counters with a jaw-dropping springboard dropkick that sends Bayley crashing into the corner. Lyra stands tall, flapping her wings as the crowd cheers the NXT standout. For the next minute, Lyra runs wild, hitting a corkscrew splash on a prone Liv Morgan. Chelsea tries to trip Lyra from the outside, grabbing her boot. Lyra stomps on Chelsea's hand, freeing herself, and hits the "Nightwing" on Liv Morgan in the center of the ring.

Entrant #6: Piper Niven

The heavy bass of Piper Niven's music shakes the floorboards. The powerhouse stomps onto the stage, looking ready for violence. Chelsea Green's face lights up with hope. "YES! Piper! My partner! Unchain me right now!" Chelsea yells, extending her cuffed wrist. Piper walks down the ramp, stopping right in front of Chelsea. She looks at the handcuffs, then grabs the bottom rope near the turnbuckle. With a roar of exertion, Piper wrenches the turnbuckle pad and snaps the connector holding the cuff chain! Chelsea is free! "I knew you had my back!" Chelsea screams, sliding into the ring to taunt the other competitors. She turns to hug Piper, but Piper simply grabs Chelsea by the face and effortlessly tosses her over the top rope to the floor. Chelsea Green is eliminated. (Elimination #1) The crowd pops for the ruthless betrayal. Piper ignores Chelsea's tantrums on the outside and turns to the ring. She levels a charging Naomi with a massive running crossbody that flattens her instantly. Bayley tries to chop Piper, but Piper absorbs it and delivers a headbutt that drops the Role Model. Lyra Valkyria attempts to use her speed, bouncing off the ropes for a crossbody, but Piper catches her in mid-air! Piper shifts her weight, slamming Lyra down with a devastating Michinoku Driver. Piper stands alone in the center of the ring, roaring as bodies lie scattered around her. She picks up Liv Morgan by the hair and tosses her across the ring with a biel throw. Piper creates a pile of bodies in the corner and prepares for a cannonball splash as the countdown begins again.

Entrant #7: IYO SKY

The countdown hits zero and the stadium is bathed in blue light. The energetic, pulse-pounding theme of IYO SKY hits. The former champion sprints down the ramp, sliding into the ring and immediately scaling the turnbuckles. Piper Niven is waiting, ready to catch her, but IYO launches a perfect missile dropkick that connects flush with Piper’s chest, sending the powerhouse stumbling backward into the ropes. Bayley rushes in to attack her former Damage CTRL stablemate, but IYO is too fast; she ducks a clothesline, handsprings off the ropes, and delivers a sharp dropkick that sends Bayley crashing into Naomi.

Liv Morgan tries to capitalize on the chaos, sneaking up behind IYO for a rollup, but IYO rolls through, popping to her feet and delivering a stiff double stomp to Liv's midsection. The crowd roars as IYO clears the ring of immediate threats. Lyra Valkyria, recovering from Piper's earlier slam, rises to challenge the "Genius of the Sky." The two high-flyers engage in a breathtaking sequence of reversals—Lyra attempts a spinning heel kick, IYO ducks; IYO attempts a palm strike, Lyra blocks. They hit the ropes simultaneously, leaping into the air to collide with simultaneous crossbodies that leave both women breathless but earning a round of applause from the Indianapolis crowd.

Piper Niven roars back to life, grabbing both IYO and Lyra by the hair. She attempts a double clothesline, but the smaller competitors duck in unison. They strike Piper with tandem superkicks to the knees, bringing the giant down. IYO capitalizes, using Piper’s back as a stepping stone to launch a springboard moonsault onto a recovering Bayley and Naomi! IYO SKY stands alone in the center of the ring, hair wild, screaming to the rafters, firmly establishing the pace that will carry her deep into this match.

Entrant #8: Zelina Vega

The LWO siren blares, and Zelina Vega sprints to the ring. She slides in between IYO SKY's legs, popping up to deliver a stiff jawbreaker to the Genius of the Sky. Zelina is a blur of motion, hitting a tilt-a-whirl headscissors on a groggy Bayley, sending her into the turnbuckles. Naomi tries to grab her, but Zelina ducks a clothesline and connects with a springboard crossbody. She kips up, blowing a kiss to the crowd, but turns right into the chest of Piper Niven. Piper grabs Zelina by the throat. Zelina thinks fast, kicking Piper in the knee to loosen the grip, then running up the turnbuckles to deliver a diving hurricanrana! The move doesn't take Piper off her feet, but it staggers the giant into the ropes.

For the next minute, the ring is a flurry of chaotic alliances. IYO SKY and Zelina Vega, former rivals, briefly nod at each other and double-team Piper Niven, peppering her with kicks. Lyra Valkyria joins in, hitting a spinning back kick. Finally, Piper drops to one knee. Liv Morgan, sensing an easy target, runs in for a facebuster, but Piper catches her and simply shoves her face-first into the canvas. IYO hits a Shotei palm strike on Zelina, breaking the truce. Bayley hits a Bayley-to-Belly on Lyra Valkyria. The action is everywhere as the clock counts down.

Entrant #9: Asuka

The stadium plunges into darkness. A chilling, distorted laughter echoes over the PA system. The lights flicker in an unsettling strobing blue. Asuka appears on the stage, moving with a jerky, unnatural cadence. She wears a terrifying, oversized "Oni" demon mask and a robe that looks tattered and ancient. The competitors in the ring stop fighting, backing into their respective corners, eyes fixed on the ramp. Even Piper Niven looks unsettled. Asuka slides into the ring, the blue light making her look like a ghost. She stands in the center, slowly rotating to look at each woman.

Piper Niven, refusing to be intimidated, roars and charges at the Empress of Tomorrow. Asuka doesn't flinch. She waits until the last second, then pulls off the Oni mask to reveal her face painted in grotesque, smeary colors. MIST! Asuka sprays a blinding cloud of blue mist directly into Piper's eyes! Piper screams, clawing at her face, stumbling blindly backward. She staggers to the ropes, trying to clear her vision. Asuka spins and delivers a vicious roundhouse kick to the side of Piper's head. The impact sends the blinded powerhouse toppling over the top rope to the floor. Piper Niven is eliminated. (Elimination #2)

The crowd erupts as Asuka stands over the first elimination of the match. She licks her lips, the blue mist staining her mouth. Zelina Vega tries to capitalize with a meteora from the top rope, but Asuka catches her mid-air! Asuka transitions seamlessly into an ankle lock, twisting Zelina's leg. Bayley runs in to break it up, but Asuka releases Zelina and levels Bayley with a spinning back fist. IYO SKY charges, and the two Japanese stars engage in a lightning-fast exchange of strikes—kick, block, elbow, dodge—that ends with a double clothesline, leaving both women down as the countdown begins for number ten.

Entrant #10: Bianca Belair

The countdown hits zero, and the deafening beat of Bianca Belair’s theme shakes the stadium. The reaction is the loudest of the night. The "EST of WWE" skips onto the stage, swinging her signature braid, exuding supreme confidence. She wastes no time, sprinting to the ring and sliding in to come face-to-face with the woman who just cleared the ring: Asuka. The two undefeated streak holders (past and present) stare each other down in the center of the ring. The Indianapolis crowd buzzes with electricity.

They engage instantly. Asuka throws a lightning-fast combination of strikes, but Bianca blocks, parries, and ducks with equal speed. Asuka misses a spinning back fist; Bianca catches her waist, hoisting her up for a KOD immediately! Asuka panics, raining elbows down on Bianca’s head to wiggle free, landing on her feet behind the EST. Asuka instantly locks in a sleeper hold, but Bianca uses her raw power to back Asuka into the turnbuckles violently, breaking the hold. Bianca handsprings off the ropes, dodging a clothesline from a recovering IYO SKY, and levels Asuka with a shoulder block that finally knocks the Empress off her feet.

IYO SKY tries to follow up, leaping for a crossbody, but Bianca catches her in mid-air! displaying incredible power, Bianca military presses IYO above her head. She marches to the ropes, threatening to toss IYO out, but Bayley runs in to save her former friend? No, Bayley tries to dump them both! Bianca senses it, drops IYO safely (but painfully) onto the mat, and whips her hair, cracking it across Bayley's chest like a whip. The sound echoes through the arena. Liv Morgan tries to capitalize on the distraction, jumping on Bianca's back, but Bianca snaps her over with a glam slam setup, transitioning into a vertical suplex. Bianca stands tall, twirling her braid, having neutralized three different threats in under ninety seconds. Naomi rises, and the two friends share a nod, hitting a double suplex on a charging Lyra Valkyria just as the countdown begins for number eleven.

Entrant #11: Zoey Stark

The buzzer sounds for Zoey Stark. She charges down the ramp, laser-focused. She slides into the ring, ducking a clothesline from Naomi and immediately hitting a snap superkick to Bianca Belair's knee, bringing the EST to one leg. Zoey spots Lyra Valkyria in the corner and sprints at her, delivering a high-impact running knee strike that nearly takes Lyra's head off. Zoey is relentless, showcasing her athleticism with a springboard corkscrew splash onto a prone Bayley.

The ring is becoming crowded with high-workrate talent. IYO SKY intercepts Zoey Stark, and the two engage in a fierce exchange of stiff forearms. Zoey gains the upper hand with a Half-and-Half suplex, bridging for a pin—which doesn't count in the Rumble—before remembering the rules and trying to toss IYO. IYO clings to the ropes, using her core strength to pull herself back to the apron. Zoey charges for a baseball slide, but IYO jumps over her, hitting a springboard missile dropkick back into the ring. Meanwhile, Asuka has recovered and is stalking Liv Morgan, hitting rapid-fire kicks to Liv's chest as the crowd chants "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Entrant #12: Shayna Baszler

The signature guitar riff of Shayna Baszler hits. The "Queen of Spades" walks out with zero fanfare, cracking her knuckles. She enters the ring and immediately makes her presence felt. She grabs a charging Zelina Vega out of mid-air, locking in the Kirifuda Clutch instantly. Zelina flails, trying to use her speed to escape, but Shayna's grip is iron. Zelina fades. Shayna drags her limp body to the ropes and unceremoniously dumps her over the top rope to the floor. Zelina Vega is eliminated. (Elimination #3)

Zoey Stark sees Shayna and nods. The Pure Fusion Collective is reunited. They immediately double-team Bayley, dissecting the former champion with surgical precision. Shayna twists Bayley's wrist while Zoey lands stiff kicks to the ribs. Bianca Belair steps up to intervene, grabbing Zoey by the hair, but Shayna chops Bianca's leg out from under her. The duo works over the EST, keeping her grounded. Asuka watches from the corner, smiling behind her hand, seemingly amused by the violence but not intervening. The ring is full of sharks, and the water is getting bloody.

Entrant #13: Jade Cargill

Then, the atmosphere changes completely. The lights dim, and the sound of thunder rolls through the stadium. "A Storm is Coming." The crowd rises as Jade Cargill appears on the stage, looking like a comic book hero brought to life. She is sculpted from granite, her presence filling the arena. She marches to the ring, stepping over the top rope without even touching it—a supreme display of athleticism.

Zoey Stark and Lyra Valkyria, perhaps foolishly, decide to attack the fresh powerhouse together. They charge Jade. Jade doesn't even flinch. She catches Zoey with her left hand and Lyra with her right, holding them both by the throat. With a roar of exertion, she lifts both women into the air! She walks them to the ropes. Zoey kicks and Lyra flails, but Jade's grip is unbreakable. She effectively bench-presses them over the top rope, dropping them to the floor simultaneously! Zoey Stark and Lyra Valkyria are eliminated. (Eliminations #4 & #5)

The stadium erupts. Jade Cargill stands alone in the center of the ring, dusting off her hands. The remaining competitors—Bianca Belair, Asuka, Shayna Baszler, IYO SKY, Bayley, Naomi, and Liv Morgan—all stop fighting. They turn slowly to face the Storm. Jade flexes, inviting the challenge. Bianca Belair steps forward first, twirling her braid. The EST vs. The Storm. The two powerhouses go nose-to-nose, the crowd buzzing for the potential clash of titans, just as the countdown begins for the monster at number fourteen.

Entrant #14: Nia Jax

The ground shakes as the aggressive theme of Nia Jax hits the speakers. The "Irresistible Force" stalks down the ramp, her eyes locked on Jade Cargill. She shoves past the referees at ringside and climbs the steps with menacing slowness. Nia enters the ring, and the atmosphere becomes suffocating. Bianca Belair, seeing the writing on the wall, tactically retreats to a corner to recover. Asuka and Shayna Baszler exchange a look and also step back. The ring clears, leaving a void in the center occupied only by Nia Jax and Jade Cargill. The crowd noise swells to a deafening roar. They step closer, chest to chest, neither giving an inch.

Suddenly, they collide! A massive exchange of forearms rocks the ring. Nia drives a knee into Jade's midsection and attempts a headbutt, but Jade absorbs it, roaring back with a pump kick that staggers the Queen of the Ring. Nia bounces off the ropes and levels Jade with a body avalanche. She tries to toss Jade, but Jade uses her power to block, hooking Nia for a body slam attempt—but Nia is too heavy this early. The two behemoths continue to trade heavy artillery, obliterating anyone foolish enough to get close. Liv Morgan tries to sneak in a cheap shot on Nia but gets swatted away like a fly.

Entrant #15: Becky Lynch

The stalemate is broken when the familiar scratch of "The Man" hits. Becky Lynch marches out to a massive ovation. She looks focused, fists taped, opting for speed over weaponry. She slides into the ring and immediately assesses the situation. Seeing the two giants occupying the center, Becky rallies the troops. She points at Nia and Jade, shouting at Bayley, Bianca, and Naomi. "Get them out!" Becky yells. She leads the charge, launching a dropkick into Nia’s back. The other women swarm! It’s a 7-on-2 assault. Bianca and Naomi try to lift Nia’s leg, while Bayley and IYO swarm Jade. For a moment, the giants teeter near the ropes, but with a synchronized roar, they power out! Nia shoves Bianca and Naomi across the ring; Jade tosses IYO SKY onto the apron. The alliance shatters as Nia and Jade turn their fury on the smaller competitors.

Entrant #16: Michin

Michin runs down the ramp, wielding a kendo stick like a samurai sword. She slides in and goes on a tear, cracking the bamboo weapon over Shayna Baszler’s back, then striking Asuka across the shins. She turns to Nia Jax, unleashing a flurry of strikes to the midsection. Whack! Whack! Whack! The stick splinters on Nia’s armor. Nia grabs the stick on the backswing, snapping it in half with one hand. Michin eyes widen. She tries to hit "Eat Defeat," but Nia catches her foot in mid-air. Nia spins her around, grabbing her by the throat and the trunks. With effortless power, Nia presses Michin high above her head. She walks to the ropes and launches Michin like a javelin into the third row! Michin is eliminated. (Elimination #6) The crowd gasps at the distance Michin flew.

Nia beats her chest, asserting dominance, but turns right into a springboard cutter from IYO SKY! The ring is chaos again.

Entrant #17: Tegan Nox

The tempo shifts into overdrive as Tegan Nox enters. The Welsh superstar brings immediate energy, hitting a shining wizard on a kneeling Shayna Baszler. She dodges a clothesline from Jade Cargill and hits a rapid-fire series of uppercuts on Bayley in the corner. Tegan hits the "Shiniest Wizard" on Liv Morgan, nearly eliminating her, but Liv manages to hook her leg on the bottom rope to stay alive. Nia Jax, annoyed by the new energy, grabs Tegan by the throat. Tegan tries to fight out with elbows, but Nia headbutts her. Nia lifts Tegan for a press slam, but Tegan slips out the back, pushing Nia into the corner post. Tegan climbs the turnbuckle and hits a Molly-Go-Round on Nia! The crowd pops. Tegan is a house of fire, but the ring is filling up with dangerous threats as the countdown begins for a major surprise.

Entrant #18: Jordynne Grace

The lights cut out, and a heartbeat sound effect pulses through the arena. The screen displays the logo of TNA Wrestling, then shatters into the graphic for Jordynne Grace. The TNA Knockouts World Champion steps through the "Forbidden Door" to a massive, stunned ovation. Jordynne marches to the ring with the TNA title around her waist, handing it to a confused ring attendant before sliding in. She immediately targets the biggest threat: Nia Jax. The two lock up, and the crowd gasps as Grace, significantly smaller in stature, matches Nia's power. Grace ducks a clothesline, waist-locks the irresistible force, and with a scream of pure adrenaline, hoists Nia Jax up for a German Suplex! The ring shakes upon impact.

Grace isn't done. She catches a charging Shayna Baszler and plants her with the Grace Driver. The commentary team is losing their minds over the TNA Champion clearing house in a WWE ring. Jordynne then spots Becky Lynch trying to recover in the corner. Grace charges, hitting a running double knee strike. She grabs Becky for a muscle buster, but Bayley makes the save, hitting Grace with a forearm. Jordynne shrugs it off, hitting a double lariat that takes down both Horsewomen. She stands in the center of the ring, the TNA invader dominating the WWE landscape.

Entrant #19: Kairi Sane

The distinctive pirate-themed intro of Kairi Sane plays. The "Pirate Princess" skips down the ramp, her umbrella in hand. She slides into the ring and immediately locates IYO SKY. The two embrace for a split second before turning their attention to the field. Damage CTRL is partially reunited. Kairi hits a sliding D on a seated Tegan Nox, while IYO delivers a palm strike to Tegan's chest. They work in perfect unison, isolating Becky Lynch in the corner with rapid-fire tags—elbow from Kairi, double knees from IYO. They are a well-oiled machine, their chemistry undeniable.

Kairi Sane continues her assault, targeting Bayley, her former stablemate. She hits a spinning back fist that rocks the Role Model. Kairi climbs to the top rope, signaling for the Insane Elbow, but Bianca Belair cuts her off, shoving her down to the mat. Kairi lands on her feet, rolling through, and catches Bianca with a spear! She then helps IYO double-team Naomi, whipping her into the corner and hitting a tandem poetry in motion. Kairi is a whirlwind of energy, re-establishing Damage CTRL as a dominant force in the match.

Entrant #20: Dakota Kai

The faction warfare escalates when Dakota Kai sprints to the ring. Damage CTRL is fully reunited and at full strength. The three women huddle in the center of the ring, high-fiving, before fanning out like a pack of wolves. They swarm Jade Cargill, using their numbers advantage to ground the Storm. Dakota hits the Kai-ropractor, Kairi follows with the Insane Elbow from the top rope, and IYO finishes with a moonsault. They try to eliminate Jade, lifting her dead weight, but Bianca Belair interrupts, saving Jade not out of friendship, but to prevent Damage CTRL from taking over. A massive brawl erupts: Damage CTRL vs. Bianca, Jade, and Naomi.

Dakota Kai immediately targets Tegan Nox, reigniting their bitter rivalry. She hits a running face wash kick on Tegan in the corner, screaming "I made you!" Dakota is ruthless, stomping on Tegan's surgically repaired knees. She then turns her attention to Liv Morgan, hitting a Scorpion Kick that sends Liv reeling. Dakota directs traffic for Damage CTRL, pointing out targets for IYO and Kairi. They isolate Shayna Baszler, hitting a triple superkick that drops the Queen of Spades. Dakota Kai's tactical mind is on full display, coordinating the chaos to benefit her team.

Entrant #21: Maxxine Dupri

The mood lightens—or perhaps sours, depending on who you ask—as Maxxine Dupri makes her way to the ring. She waves to the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the war zone she's walking into. She enters the ring and, seeing a brief lull in the chaos near the ropes, decides this is the perfect moment. She points to the crowd, soaking in... well, some reaction. She drops for a split, preparing to do "The Worm." She wiggles once. She wiggles twice. She stands up to deliver the strike, but turns directly into the chest of Nia Jax. Maxxine freezes. She offers a terrified smile and a handshake. Nia grabs Maxxine by the head, lifts her up like a doll, and tosses her over the top rope with disdain. Maxxine Dupri is eliminated. (Elimination #7) Her run lasts less than 45 seconds.

Entrant #22: Natalya

The legendary guitar riff of the Hart Foundation hits, and Natalya marches out. The "Queen of Harts" holds the record for most matches in WWE history, and she's here to add to it. She enters the ring and immediately levels Dakota Kai with a discus clothesline. She catches a charging Kairi Sane and plants her with a Michinoku Driver. Natalya spots Liv Morgan trying to hide in the corner and drags her out, locking in the Sharpshooter center ring! Liv screams in agony, tapping out, but submission doesn't eliminate you. Bayley breaks the hold with a running bulldog, saving Liv not out of kindness, but to stop Natalya's momentum. Natalya and Bayley, old rivals, begin to trade stiff European uppercuts.

Entrant #23: Blair Davenport

The lights dim slightly for the gritty entrance of Blair Davenport. The British powerhouse stalks to the ring, her intentions clear. She enters and immediately targets Tegan Nox, reigniting a rivalry from years past. She hits a vicious V-Trigger knee strike to Tegan's jaw, rocking the Welsh star. Davenport is brutal and efficient, stomping on the hands of Jordynne Grace who is trying to pull herself up by the ropes. Blair hits a Falcon Arrow on Asuka, proving she isn't intimidated by the legends in the ring. She climbs the turnbuckle and delivers a double foot stomp to the back of a kneeling Jade Cargill, a move that actually keeps the powerhouse down for a count of five.

Blair Davenport continues her assault, focusing on the injured limbs of her opponents. She targets Tegan Nox's knee, stomping on it relentlessly. Tegan screams in pain, trying to crawl away, but Blair drags her back to the center of the ring. Blair locks in a modified STF, wrenching back on Tegan's neck. Natalya tries to intervene, but Blair hits her with a stiff forearm. Blair then hits a running knee strike to Zelina Vega, sending her crashing into the turnbuckles. Blair stands tall, surveying the damage she has caused, a look of sadistic satisfaction on her face.

Entrant #24: Indi Hartwell

Indi Hartwell enters the fray. She looks focused, scanning the ring. She spots her former best friend and tag partner, Candice LeRae? No, Candice isn't here yet. Indi goes to work on Blair Davenport, hitting a spinebuster. She teams up briefly with Tegan Nox to try and eliminate Shayna Baszler, but the Queen of Spades bites Indi's hand to escape. Indi holds her own, using her size to bully the smaller competitors, hitting a big boot on IYO SKY that nearly sends the former champ over the top. Indi checks the clock, seemingly waiting for someone.

Indi Hartwell continues to battle, hitting a side slam on Kairi Sane. She sees Tegan Nox struggling in the corner and rushes over to help her. Indi hits a big boot on Blair Davenport, knocking her down. Indi helps Tegan to her feet, checking on her friend. Suddenly, Shayna Baszler attacks them both from behind! Indi fights back, trading punches with the submission specialist. Indi hits a clothesline, sending Shayna over the top rope, but she hangs on! Indi tries to push her off, but Shayna locks in a key lock on Indi's arm over the ropes. Indi screams in pain but refuses to let go.

Entrant #25: Candice LeRae

Her wait is over. Candice LeRae's music hits, and the "Poison Pixie" makes her way down the ramp. Indi Hartwell's face lights up. She clears a space in the ring, waving Candice in. "The Way" reunion seems imminent. Candice slides in, and the two embrace in the center of the ring to a warm pop from the crowd. They stand back-to-back, fighting off an attack from Damage CTRL. They hit a double suplex on Dakota Kai. Then, as Indi turns to high-five Candice, LeRae's expression changes. She kicks Indi in the gut, bending her over. Candice hits the Wicked Stepsister (curb stomp) on her own friend! The crowd boos loudly. Candice grabs a stunned and betrayed Indi by the hair and throws her over the top rope. Indi Hartwell is eliminated. (Elimination #8) Candice leans over the ropes, waving goodbye with a cruel smirk. "There's no friends in the Rumble, sweetie!" she yells. The heel turn is cemented.

Entrant #26: Tessa Blanchard

The timer counts down, and the words "UNDENIABLE" flash across the screen. The stadium erupts in a mix of shock and cheers as Tessa Blanchard steps onto the stage. The commentary team is stunned. Tessa marches down the ramp with laser focus, ignoring the fans. She slides into the ring, and her eyes lock immediately onto one person: Jordynne Grace. The TNA World Champion and the third-generation star meet in the center of the ring, a clash of wrestling royalty. They don't waste time with words. They collide in a flurry of stiff forearms, trading blows that echo through the arena. Tessa hits a cutter out of nowhere, but Jordynne pops right back up and levels Tessa with a lariat. They brawl into the corner, ignoring the rest of the chaos around them.

Entrant #27: Roxanne Perez

The energetic theme of the NXT Women's Champion hits, and Roxanne Perez ("The Prodigy") sprints to the ring. She slides in, ducking a clothesline from Blair Davenport and hitting a dropkick that sends Blair staggering. Roxanne spots Candice LeRae, the woman who just betrayed her friend, and goes on the attack. Roxanne hits a Thesz Press on Candice, raining down punches. She uses her speed to avoid a big boot from Nia Jax, darting between the giant's legs and clipping her knee. Roxanne is a blur of motion, hitting a side Russian leg sweep on Tegan Nox and a tilt-a-whirl headscissors on Natalya. She stands tall in the center, proving she belongs with the main roster elite.

Entrant #28: Sonya Deville

The arena darkens slightly, and the aggressive, hard-hitting theme of Sonya Deville plays. Sonya returns from injury looking more dangerous than ever, her hair slicked back and MMA gloves taped tight. She enters the ring and immediately locates her old partner, Shayna Baszler. The two share a nod—Fire and Desire meets the Queen of Spades? No, this is a pure MMA alliance. They team up on Bayley, dissecting her with a combination of strikes and submissions. Sonya hits a sliding knee to Bayley's face while Shayna holds her arms. They turn their attention to Naomi, hitting a double spinebuster. Sonya looks crisp, her strikes landing with sickening thuds, reminding everyone why she is one of the most dangerous strikers in the division.

Entrant #29: Stephanie Vaquer

The countdown ends, and a new, intense theme song hits. The screen displays the Mexican flag colors as Stephanie Vaquer makes her WWE debut. The international sensation walks out with a swagger that screams confidence. She enters the ring and immediately confronts Asuka. The two lock eyes—Strong Style vs. Strong Style. They trade lightning-fast kicks, neither woman backing down. Vaquer ducks a roundhouse and hits a dragon screw leg whip. She follows up with a brutal running knee to Asuka's face in the corner. Vaquer then catches a charging IYO SKY and plants her with a sit-out powerbomb. The crowd chants "NXT! NXT!" recognizing the talent from the black and gold brand making a statement.

Entrant #30: Charlotte Flair

Finally, the countdown hits zero for the last time. "Also Sprach Zarathustra" begins to play, but it's quickly remixed into the iconic theme of Charlotte Flair. The Queen has arrived. Massive pyro explodes on the stage as Charlotte emerges, robed and regal. She struts down the ramp, knowing she has the freshest legs in the match. She enters the ring and immediately starts cleaning house. She hits a big boot on Tegan Nox, sending her over the top rope. Tegan Nox is eliminated. (Elimination #9) Natalya charges, but Charlotte catches her and tosses her out with a fallaway slam. Natalya is eliminated. (Elimination #10) Blair Davenport tries to attack from behind, but Charlotte spins around and delivers a vicious chop that echoes through the stadium. She grabs Blair and hurls her over the top. Blair Davenport is eliminated. (Elimination #11) Charlotte spots Damage CTRL regrouping near the ropes. She charges, hitting a double clothesline that sends Dakota Kai and Kairi Sane over the top rope, but they both hang on, balancing precariously on the apron! Charlotte winds up for a big boot to finish the job. IYO SKY, seeing her friends in peril, sprints across the ring. She leaps for a springboard dropkick intended for Charlotte's back to make the save. But Charlotte senses it! The Queen sidesteps at the last split second. IYO's dropkick sails past Charlotte and connects flush with the chests of Dakota and Kairi! The impact knocks both women off the apron and to the floor. Dakota Kai and Kairi Sane are eliminated. (Eliminations #12 & #13) IYO lands and looks down in absolute horror at what she's done. Charlotte cackles behind her. Charlotte then turns to Candice LeRae, who has been hiding since her betrayal of Indi. Candice tries to strike first, leaping for a crossbody, but Charlotte catches her mid-air. The Queen shifts her grip and hits a fallaway slam that sends Candice flying over the top rope to the floor. Candice LeRae is eliminated. (Elimination #14)

The field is set. The ring is full of heavy hitters: Charlotte Flair, Becky Lynch, Bayley, Asuka, IYO SKY, Jordynne Grace, Tessa Blanchard, Jade Cargill, Nia Jax, Bianca Belair, Naomi, Liv Morgan, and the NXT standouts Roxanne Perez and Stephanie Vaquer. The final battle for WrestleMania begins now.

Nia Jax and Jade Cargill, who have been tearing at each other for minutes, resume their battle near the ropes. The crowd stands as the two forces of nature grapple for position. Nia headbutts Jade; Jade responds with a pump kick. Naomi tries to intervene, jumping on Nia's back to apply a sleeper hold, hoping to aid her former tag team partner Jade. Nia reaches back, grabs Naomi by the hair, and flings her over her shoulder. Jade catches Naomi... and looks at her. In a shocking display of ruthlessness, Jade uses Naomi as a projectile, throwing her at Nia! Nia swats Naomi away, sending her crashing over the top rope to the floor. Naomi is eliminated. (Elimination #15)

Distracted by the elimination, Nia and Jade grab each other by the throat, teetering dangerously close to the edge. With a mutual roar, they both lose their footing as their momentum carries them over the top rope! Both women crash to the floor with a thud that shakes the ringside mats. Nia Jax and Jade Cargill are eliminated! (Eliminations #16 & #17) Neither accepts the result. They brawl up the ramp, security swarming them, leaving the ring open for the technical wrestlers.

Asuka stalks Roxanne Perez into a corner. The Empress of Tomorrow prepares her green mist, signaling the end for the young champion. As Asuka spits the blinding fog, Stephanie Vaquer darts into the frame! Vaquer grabs Roxanne by the hair and spins her around—straight into the path of the mist! Roxanne screams, blinded by the green liquid. Vaquer wastes no time; she hits a superkick on the blinded Perez and easily dumps her over the top rope. Roxanne Perez is eliminated. (Elimination #18)

Asuka, furious that her target was stolen, turns her attention to Vaquer. The two international stars engage in a stiff exchange of chops and forearms. Asuka attempts a hip attack near the ropes, but Vaquer catches her! They struggle on the apron. IYO SKY sees her opportunity. The Genius of the Sky sprints across the ring, leaps to the middle rope, and delivers a springboard dropkick that connects squarely with Asuka’s back! Asuka loses her grip and falls to the floor. Asuka is eliminated. (Elimination #19) Stephanie Vaquer hangs on by her fingertips, pulling herself back in, surviving the chaos. She locks eyes with IYO SKY—a potential future rivalry born in a second.

The ring is thinning out, but dangerous alliances remain. Sonya Deville and Shayna Baszler decide to make an example of the outsider, Jordynne Grace. They corner the TNA Champion, dissecting her with surgical precision. Shayna manipulates Jordynne's wrist and fingers while Sonya lands vicious kicks to the ribs. Jordynne roars in defiance, shoving Sonya away with her free arm, but Shayna locks in a Kirifuda Clutch from a standing position. Jordynne begins to fade, dropping to one knee. Just as it looks like the end for Grace, Bianca Belair intervenes! The EST grabs Shayna by her braid—a taste of her own medicine—and yanks her backward, breaking the hold.

Bianca doesn't hesitate. She spins Shayna around, scoops her up onto her shoulders, and delivers a devastating KOD that sends the Queen of Spades tumbling over the top rope! Shayna Baszler is eliminated. (Elimination #20) Sonya Deville screams in rage, charging at Bianca with a running knee strike. Bianca ducks, catching Sonya's leg. Sonya tries to hop on one foot and strike with the other, but Bianca uses her immense strength to lift Sonya into a vertical suplex position. She walks Sonya to the ropes and simply drops her over the side! Sonya Deville is eliminated. (Elimination #21) Bianca dusts off her hands, sharing a nod of respect with a recovering Jordynne Grace.

Charlotte Flair decides it is time to remind everyone who the Queen is. She engages Jordynne Grace in the center of the ring. The two powerhouses exchange stiff forearms. Jordynne attempts the Grace Driver, but Charlotte counters with a chop block that brings the TNA Champion to her knees. Charlotte hits Natural Selection! She drags a dazed Jordynne to the ropes and delivers a Big Boot that sends the Knockouts Champion over the top rope to the floor. Jordynne Grace is eliminated. (Elimination #22) The crowd boos, but Charlotte just bows.

Charlotte turns around into a face-off with Bianca Belair. The crowd buzzes—Queen vs. EST. They trade blows, but Charlotte rakes Bianca’s eyes! She uses the dirty tactic to hit a big boot that sends Bianca over the top rope. Bianca Belair is over the top! But she lands on the apron, grabbing the top rope to save herself. Charlotte celebrates prematurely, strutting away. Bianca pulls herself back in, stalking the Queen from behind. Charlotte turns around into a massive spinebuster! Bianca is still in the game.

Tessa Blanchard emerges from the chaos, blindsiding Bianca with a chop block. She attempts the Magnum, but Bianca catches her! Bianca hits a Glam Slam on Tessa! Bianca is on fire, but the toll of the match is showing.

Bayley is battling Becky Lynch in the corner, friendly fire forgotten in the heat of the moment. Stephanie Vaquer, having quietly recovered in the corner, sees her opening. She rushes across the ring and hits a corkscrew neckbreaker on Bayley! Vaquer grabs the Role Model by the tights and tosses her over the top rope. Bayley is eliminated. (Elimination #23) The newcomer has made a massive statement.

Charlotte Flair decides she has waited long enough. The Queen charges Stephanie Vaquer, and the two collide. Charlotte hits a chop, but Vaquer absorbs it and fires back with a headbutt! Vaquer hits the ropes, but IYO SKY intercepts with a dropkick! Charlotte rolls through, kip-up, and immediately levels IYO with a Spear! Becky Lynch tries to catch Charlotte with a Disarm-Her, but Charlotte powers out, lifting Becky and dropping her with a Powerbomb. Charlotte stands tall, wooing to the crowd, believing the match is hers to lose.

Charlotte Flair stalks Stephanie Vaquer, who is pulling herself up in the corner. "You don't belong here!" Charlotte screams. She backs up to the opposite corner, measuring Vaquer for a Spear. Charlotte sprints across the ring, a blur of motion. Just as she launches herself into the air, Tessa Blanchard darts out! Tessa leaps, catching the airborne Charlotte in mid-air with a devastating Magnum (Codebreaker) that stops the Queen dead in her tracks! The crowd gasps at the impact. Charlotte bounces off the canvas, dazed and clutching her face. Tessa grabs the stunned Queen by the hair and the back of her trunks. Using Charlotte's own momentum against her, Tessa runs her to the ropes and hurls her over the top! Charlotte flails, trying to grab the rope, but she's too far gone. She crashes to the floor. Charlotte Flair is eliminated! (Elimination #24) The Queen stares up from the mats in absolute disbelief, mouthing "No!" as Tessa Blanchard smirks down at her from the apron, wiping her hands clean.

Utter chaos erupts at ringside. A furious Charlotte Flair snaps. She grabs a kendo stick from under the ring and slides back inside, her eyes manic with rage. The referee tries to stop her, but she shoves him aside. Tessa Blanchard turns around just in time to get cracked across the skull with the kendo stick! Whack! Charlotte screams, unleashing a barrage of illegal strikes on the woman who eliminated her. She hits a Natural Selection onto the steel chair Liv Morgan brought in earlier! Charlotte drags a limp Tessa Blanchard to the ropes and hurls her over the top rope to the floor with incredible violence. Tessa Blanchard is eliminated. (Elimination #25) Security finally swarms the ring to escort a screaming Charlotte to the back, leaving destruction in her wake.

The dust settles. We are down to the true Final Five: IYO SKY (The Iron Woman), Bianca Belair (The EST), Stephanie Vaquer (The Dark Horse), Becky Lynch (The Man), and of course, Liv Morgan (Entrant #1). Liv has survived the chaos not by hiding, but by enduring endless punishment and scraping by in the corners. She leans against the turnbuckles, gasping for air, clutching her ribs. The five women stand in separate corners, catching their breath. The crowd gives them a standing ovation, acknowledging the war they have survived.

IYO SKY eyes Stephanie Vaquer, recognizing a fellow queen of strong style. Becky Lynch stares daggers at Bianca Belair, a rivalry renewed. The tension snaps. Vaquer and IYO charge each other, colliding in a blur of forearms and kicks. Vaquer hits a dragon screw, but IYO rolls through and delivers a basement dropkick. Meanwhile, Becky and Bianca brawl like street fighters. Bianca overpowers Becky, pressing her into the turnbuckle, but Becky uses veteran instinct to rake the eyes and hit a Bexploder Suplex. Liv Morgan picks her spot, rushing in to hit a double stomp on a downed IYO SKY before retreating to the ropes again.

The pairs switch. IYO SKY finds herself battling Becky Lynch, using her speed to avoid Becky's grapple attempts. IYO hits a springboard moonsault, but Becky gets her knees up! Becky locks in the Disarm-Her! IYO screams, but Stephanie Vaquer breaks the hold with a running knee to Becky's face. Vaquer then squares off with Bianca Belair. The International Sensation vs. The EST. They trade athletic counters—Vaquer ducks a clothesline, Bianca leapfrogs a slide. Vaquer hits a headscissor takedown, but Bianca kips up instantly! The crowd roars. Liv Morgan jumps on Bianca's back for a sleeper hold, but Bianca snaps her off with a jawbreaker.

Chaos reigns. Vaquer hits a tornado DDT on Bianca. She turns and catches a flying IYO SKY with a mid-air headbutt that echoes through the arena. Vaquer is on fire, playing to the crowd. She sees Becky Lynch trying to recover in the corner. Vaquer charges, hitting a running double knee strike to Becky's face. She grabs Becky for a package piledriver! Becky counters, back body dropping Vaquer. Vaquer lands on her feet! She rebounds off the ropes and hits a slingblade on Becky. Vaquer climbs the turnbuckle, signaling for a moonsault. She launches herself, but Becky moves! Vaquer rolls through, but runs straight into a KOD from Bianca Belair! Bianca scoops up the International Sensation and tosses her over the top rope. Stephanie Vaquer is eliminated. (Elimination #26)

It’s a four-way dance: IYO, Bianca, Becky, Liv. Becky Lynch tries to form an alliance with Bianca against IYO, but Bianca shakes her head. "I do this my way!" Bianca charges IYO, but the Genius of the Sky pulls the top rope down. Bianca stops herself on the apron! Becky rushes in to knock Bianca off, but Bianca shoulders Becky through the ropes. IYO hits a dropkick to Becky's back, sending "The Man" stumbling into Bianca. Bianca fights back, hitting a forearm on Becky. IYO hits a springboard moonsault... onto both of them! All three women are down. Liv Morgan, sensing opportunity, tries to eliminate the prone IYO SKY, but IYO deadweights her and kicks her away.

Slowly, they rise. Becky Lynch grabs IYO, looking for the Manhandle Slam. IYO counters into a roll-up... no! IYO transitions into a double foot stomp to Becky's chest. IYO runs the ropes, but Becky catches her with a clothesline. Becky sees Bianca on the apron, trying to re-enter. Becky hits a springboard leg drop on Bianca, draped over the middle rope! Bianca falls into the ring. Becky grabs Bianca, trying to leverage her over the top. IYO SKY runs in, dumping BOTH women over the top rope? No! Bianca and Becky hang on. They brawl on the apron! Becky goes for a Manhandle Slam on the hardest part of the ring! Bianca blocks it. Bianca lifts Becky up... KOD on the apron! Becky bounces off the edge and crashes to the floor. Becky Lynch is eliminated. (Elimination #27)

Liv Morgan makes her move. As Bianca celebrates on the apron, Liv sprints across the ring and hits a baseball slide dropkick! Bianca barely hangs on by one hand! Liv screams in frustration, grabbing Bianca's hair and trying to pry her fingers off the rope. "Let go! It's my time!" Liv shrieks. Bianca powers up, grabbing Liv's throat with her free hand. With a roar of exertion, Bianca pulls herself back up to the apron, dragging Liv with her over the top rope... no, Liv squirms free and falls back into the ring. Bianca vaults back in. Liv begs off, backing into the corner. "We can work together!" she pleads. Bianca is having none of it. She grabs Liv by the hair, spins her around, and presses her high above her head in a military press. She walks to the ropes and tosses Liv Morgan onto the floor like a bag of trash. Liv Morgan is eliminated. (Elimination #28)

It is officially down to two. IYO SKY vs. Bianca Belair. The Genius of the Sky vs. The EST. Speed vs. Power. History vs. Destiny. The crowd buzzes with anticipation. They circle each other. Bianca points to the WrestleMania sign; IYO nods, accepting the challenge. They lock up. Bianca shoves IYO into the corner easily. IYO slaps Bianca across the face! Bianca roars and charges, but IYO sidesteps, sending Bianca into the turnbuckle. IYO unleashes a flurry of rapid-fire palm strikes and kicks, backing Bianca up. IYO hits a springboard missile dropkick, finally taking the EST off her feet. IYO climbs the turnbuckle for the moonsault... but Bianca kips up! She runs up the ropes and hits a press slam on IYO from the top! Both women crash to the mat.

The slugfest begins in earnest. Both women fight to their feet, using the ropes for leverage. They meet in the center, neither willing to back down. They trade forearms. Smack! Smack! Smack! The crowd chants "Yay! Boo!" with every strike. Bianca hits a vertical suplex, holding IYO in the air for a count of twenty as the blood rushes to IYO's head. She slams her down. Bianca signals for the KOD again. She waits. IYO rises. Bianca goes for it—but IYO lands on her feet! IYO hits a German Suplex! Bianca rolls through, holding onto IYO's waist. Bianca hits a German Suplex of her own!

Both women are crawling toward the ropes. Bianca uses the ropes to pull herself up. IYO does the same on the opposite side. They charge. Bianca attempts to clothesline IYO over the top, but IYO ducks and holds down the top rope. Bianca stops herself just in time on the apron! She punches IYO away. Bianca climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. She looks for a 450 Splash back into the ring, but IYO meets her on the ropes! They battle on the top turnbuckle, high above the floor. It’s a precarious position. Bianca teases a KOD to the floor! IYO holds on for dear life, locking her legs around the turnbuckle. IYO headbutts Bianca. Bianca wobbles. IYO hits a Frankensteiner from the top rope back into the ring!

IYO hits a running double knees in the corner. She tries to eliminate Bianca, pushing her over the top rope. Bianca lands on the apron again! She grabs IYO by the hair, pulling her over the ropes onto the apron with her. Now both women are on the apron, the most dangerous place in the match. They trade punches, teetering over the abyss. Bianca goes for a KOD on the apron! IYO blocks it! She catches Bianca’s braid and yanks her into the ring post! Bianca's head cracks against the steel. She’s dazed, wobbling. IYO sees her chance. She grabs the ropes, jumps up, and hits a springboard dropkick to the outside, connecting flush with Bianca’s chest! Bianca’s grip fails. She falls backward, crashing to the floor. Bianca Belair is eliminated. (Elimination #29)

Winner: IYO SKY.

The bell rings. IYO SKY collapses on the turnbuckle, exhausted but triumphant. She looks down at the carnage she survived, tears welling in her eyes. She points to the WrestleMania sign as purple and gold confetti rains down from the rafters, cementing her place in history as the 2025 Royal Rumble winner. She slides down to the canvas, too weak to stand, but a smile breaks through the exhaustion. The referee raises her hand, but she gently pushes him away, wanting to stand on her own two feet.

With trembling legs, IYO climbs the turnbuckle one last time. The crowd roar is deafening, a mix of respect and adoration. She sits on the top rope, looking out at the sea of humanity in Lucas Oil Stadium. She looks at her hands, still taped and shaking, as if unable to believe what she just accomplished. She points emphatically at the WrestleMania sign, shouting something in Japanese that the cameras can't quite pick up, but the emotion is universal. There are no faction members here to celebrate with her, no backup, no interference. Just the Genius of the Sky, alone at the top of the mountain.

Commentary (Cole): "She has done it! IYO SKY has outlasted twenty-nine other superstars to punch her ticket to the main event of WrestleMania! A performance for the ages!"

Commentary (Graves): "Deny her no longer! The Genius of the Sky reigns supreme!"

The screen fades to black on the image of IYO SKY standing tall, the WrestleMania sign looming large in the background.

Commercial Break

As the image of IYO SKY celebrating fades to black, the audio shifts from the roar of 60,000 fans to a sudden, unnerving silence. The screen remains pitch black for a beat too long, building tension, before the distinct, mechanical whir of a surveillance camera lens focusing breaks the quiet.

The Netflix logo appears, not in its usual red, but in a stark, alarming green. We are transported into the world of Squid Game: Season 2. The visuals are cinematic and terrifyingly crisp in 4K. We see the iconic Young-hee doll rotating its head slowly, its eyes scanning a crowd of desperate contestants. But this isn't just footage from the show; it's a custom promo for the WWE audience. A masked guard in a pink jumpsuit steps forward, holding a black card with a simple shape: a wrestling ring. The voiceover is cold and detached: "The games have evolved. Survival is the only victory." Quick cuts show contestants running, falling, and screaming, intercut with subliminal flashes of WWE superstars enduring submission holds. The ad ends with the ominous "Green Light" sound effect and the release date, seamlessly blending the tension of the drama with the violence of the night's event.

The mood shifts instantly to high-octane energy as the WWE Shop commercial explodes onto the screen. Fast-paced motion graphics in purple and gold fly across the frame. "HISTORY MADE!" flashes in bold letters. We see footage of IYO SKY's victory from mere moments ago—her pointing at the sign, the confetti falling—already integrated into the ad. A 3D render of the new "Genius of the Sky: Rumble Winner" T-shirt rotates on screen. The announcer’s voice is hyped and urgent: "She defied the odds! She outlasted the rest! Commemorate the moment right now at WWEShop.com!" A QR code pulses in the corner, inviting the global Netflix audience to buy in immediately.

Return to Indianapolis

The feed cuts back to live action with a breathtaking drone shot hovering high above Lucas Oil Stadium. The venue glows like a beacon in the Indianapolis night, the roof open just enough to let the heat of the pyro escape. The drone dives downward, swooping past the massive exterior signage and dissolving into a wide interior shot of the capacity crowd. The hum of 60,000 people is a palpable force—a low, buzzing energy as they catch their breath from the opener and prepare for what comes next.

At the commentary desk, the lighting has shifted from the celebratory purple of the Rumble to a colder, harsher white. Michael Cole, Pat McAfee, and Corey Graves appear on screen. The smiles from IYO SKY’s victory are gone, replaced by expressions of grim anticipation.

"Welcome back to the Royal Rumble," Michael Cole says, his voice dropping an octave, losing its celebratory lilt. "We have just witnessed a dream come true for IYO SKY... but dreams are often followed by nightmares. And for the Anoa'i family, the nightmare is reality."

Corey Graves leans forward, his demeanor serious. "We aren't talking about wrestling anymore, Cole. We are talking about a fracture in a dynasty. A split so deep it threatens to burn the entire Bloodline to the ground. Solo Sikoa has usurped the mantle of Tribal Chief, and he has brought a monster with him."

"Jacob Fatu is a werewolf!" McAfee interjects, looking genuinely unsettled. "I’ve seen a lot of scary dudes in this business, but that guy? He ain’t right. And now Jimmy and Jey—the original ones—have to put their brotherhood back together to stop him. This is going to be a war."

Cole nods, looking directly into the camera. "Civil War isn't just a tagline, folks. It is a promise of violence. Take a look."

The Video Package: "Civil War II"

The screen fades in on a grainy, sepia-toned memory: Roman Reigns and The Usos, draped in gold, fingers raised to the sky—a dynasty that ruled the world. But dynasties crumble. The image shatters into the violent reality of January 6th, where Solo Sikoa, the usurper, stood over a decimated Roman Reigns. We see Jimmy Uso throwing his body over his cousin, a desperate shield against the wolves, only to be saved by the sudden flicker of "Yeet" blue lights. Jey Uso’s return wasn't a reunion of love, but of necessity; a steel chair in hand, a clearing of the ring, and a stoic nod that spoke volumes—forgiveness hasn't been earned, but survival demands an alliance. The music shifts to a discordant, industrial thrum as we witness the price of this war. We see the parking lot ambush on January 10th, the terrifying "Samoan Werewolf" Jacob Fatu piledriving Jey onto the hood of a car, a monster sanctioned by The Final Boss to hunt his own blood.

The tempo accelerates, driven by war drums. We see the turning point on January 13th: Jimmy trapped by Tama Tonga, the wolves circling, until Jey sprints into the fray. The brothers find their rhythm instantly—a synchronized double superkick that finally rocks the unmovable Jacob Fatu, followed by the fist bump that shook the world. But doubts linger. We hear the voice of Sami Zayn pleading with Jey, warning him of the toxicity, and Jey’s chilling response: "It's war, Sami. You don't leave your brother behind in war." The package culminates in the chaos of last Monday night—the uncontrollable brawl spilling into the concession stands, security helpless, ending with the horrifying visual of Jacob Fatu launching himself off a balcony, crushing The Usos below. The final shot lingers on the wreckage, fading to black with blood-red text: BLOODLINE CIVIL WAR.

The Usos Entrance

The stadium plunges into darkness, save for thousands of cell phone lights creating a galaxy within the arena. A single, rhythmic beat begins to thump over the PA system—boom-boom, boom-boom. The tension holds for a moment before the familiar, static-laced intro of "Day One Ish" (Remix) explodes through the speakers. The reaction is instantaneous and deafening. A sea of arms rises in unison as 60,000 fans begin the rhythmic "YEET" motion, shaking the very foundations of Lucas Oil Stadium. Bright cyan and white spotlights cut through the darkness, sweeping frantically across the crowd before converging on the entrance ramp.

Jimmy and Jey Uso emerge from the smoke, not with their usual high-energy dance, but with a determined, militant stride. They are dressed for war—matching black tactical vests adorned with white lei patterns, their wrists and hands heavily taped. Jey Uso wears kinetic tape on his ribs, a visual reminder of the parking lot assault weeks ago. They stop at the top of the ramp, looking out at the ocean of fans. Jey looks at Jimmy, and for the first time in over a year, there is no hesitation. They bump fists, the sound amplified by the mics, and scream "USOOOO!" in perfect unison. As they march down the ramp, pyro erupts from the stage in synchronized bursts of blue fire. They don't high-five the fans; their eyes are locked on the empty ring, visualizing the monsters they are about to face. They slide into the ring, climbing opposite turnbuckles. They raise their index fingers to the sky, and the "YEET" chant reaches a fever pitch, a wall of sound that feels less like a cheer and more like a battle cry.

The Bloodline Entrance

The blue lights are abruptly strangled, replaced by a suffocating, deep crimson red. The cheerful energy of the arena dies instantly, replaced by a low, ominous drone that vibrates in the chest. The heavy, distorted bass of "Taking It All" begins to crawl through the speakers, a sound that is less music and more a warning siren. Smoke billows from the entrance tunnel, thick and grey, obscuring the stage entirely.

First to emerge is Solo Sikoa. The self-proclaimed Tribal Chief wears a bespoke black suit, the Ula Fala resting heavy and red around his neck. He walks with a slow, terrifying arrogance, his hands clasped behind his back. Flanking him are Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa, moving with jerky, predatory energy, snapping at fans who lean too close over the barricades. But the true horror follows a few paces behind. Jacob Fatu, the "Samoan Werewolf," walks out. He is not looking at the crowd; he is staring at the lights, twitching, his eyes wide and unhinged. He wears no entrance gear, just his wrestling trunks and bare feet, looking like he was pulled straight from a cage.

As the group reaches the ring, Solo Sikoa stops at the bottom of the steps. He slowly raises a thumb in the air. On cue, red pyro detonates from the ring posts with a violence that makes the front row flinch. Tama Tonga slides into the ring like a snake, immediately mounting the turnbuckle and howling. Jacob Fatu doesn't use the stairs; he leaps onto the apron in one bound, pacing back and forth like a caged animal waiting for the door to open. Solo remains on the floor, staring down The Usos with cold detachment, the General sending his soldiers to slaughter. The contrast is stark: The Usos are fighting for redemption and brotherhood; The New Bloodline is fighting to maim.

The Usos vs. Tama Tonga & Jacob Fatu

The Match Begins

The bell rings, and the atmosphere in Lucas Oil Stadium instantly thickens, feeling less like a sporting event and more like a public execution. Jimmy Uso steps forward for his team, his eyes locked onto Tama Tonga across the ring. There is no lock-up, no feeling-out process. They collide in the center of the ring like two cars crashing head-on. The technical wrestling rulebook is immediately thrown out the window as they trade wild, reckless punches, fists flying in a blur of motion. Tama gains the upper hand with a feral shriek, driving Jimmy back into the corner not with skill, but with pure, unadulterated aggression. He grabs Jimmy by the dreadlocks and bites his forehead, drawing a gasp of revulsion from the crowd. Jimmy fights back, creating separation with a stiff European uppercut that snaps Tama's head back, but the MFT just laughs, wiping a smear of blood from his lip with a manic grin. He doesn't retreat; he simply points to his corner and tags in the monster.

The crowd goes deathly silent as Jacob Fatu steps through the ropes. The "Samoan Werewolf" doesn't raise his hands; he just stares at Jimmy, his head twitching slightly. Jimmy, sensing the danger, tries to strike first. He launches a superkick—the move that has put down champions—and it connects flush with Fatu’s jaw! The sound echoes through the stadium... but Fatu doesn't fall. He doesn't even blink. He slowly turns his head back to center, absorbing the blow as if it were a gentle breeze. Jimmy's eyes widen in genuine terror. Before he can follow up, Fatu explodes forward with terrifying speed for a man of his size. He nearly decapitates Jimmy with a lariat that turns the Uso inside out, flipping him 360 degrees in the air. Fatu is on him instantly, a blur of violence. He isn't wrestling; he is mauling. He stomps on Jimmy's fingers, breaking the grip, and then, in a display of pure psychosis, headbutts the canvas mat repeatedly, screaming at the lights while Jimmy writhes in pain.

For the next four minutes, the new Bloodline puts on a clinic in isolation and surgical cruelty. Fatu drags a limp Jimmy to his corner and tags in Tama Tonga, who slides in and immediately grinds his boot into Jimmy’s throat, choking him against the bottom rope until the referee’s count reaches four. While the ref admonishes Tama, Solo Sikoa stalks the perimeter like a shark. He leans in close to Jimmy, whose head is hanging off the apron, and whispers trash talk that the cameras can’t pick up, but the visible fury on Jimmy's face speaks volumes.

The quick tags continue. Fatu re-enters and whips Jimmy into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a Pop-Up Samoan Drop that shakes the ring posts. He doesn't cover him. Instead, Fatu showcases his frightening agility. He hits a handspring moonsault, but instead of landing on Jimmy’s chest, he purposefully lands his full weight across Jimmy's exposed ribs. Jey Uso is frantic on the apron, stomping the steel steps, pleading with the referee, and rallying the crowd into a deafening "Yeet!" chant to try and wake his brother up.

Tama Tonga tags back in, slowing the pace to a crawl. He locks in a sleeper hold, wrapping his legs around Jimmy’s body to cut off the air. Jimmy’s arm drops once... twice... but on the third drop, he shakes it! The crowd roars as Jimmy fights to his feet, carrying Tama’s weight. He drives Tama into the turnbuckle to break the hold. Jimmy creates an inch of space and lunges for Jey, but Jacob Fatu blindly tags himself in. Fatu sprints across the ring and knocks Jey off the apron with a cheap shot superkick! Jey crashes to the barricade. Jimmy turns around, hopelessness in his eyes, right into a running Umaga-style hip attack from Fatu in the corner. The message from the new guard is clear: they are younger, hungrier, and devoid of the family loyalty that once bound the Anoa'i clan. They aren't trying to win; they are trying to break Jimmy so Jey has nothing left to fight for.

At the eight-minute mark, the momentum shifts violently. Jimmy, running on pure instinct, counters a second hip attack from Jacob Fatu with a desperate rising knee strike. Fatu staggers, clutching his jaw. Jimmy crawls toward his corner, every inch a battle. Tama Tonga tries to cut off the ring, diving for Jimmy’s ankle, but Jimmy rolls through and leaps! The hot tag is made!

Jey Uso explodes into the ring like a man possessed. The crowd erupts as "Main Event" Jey levels a charging Tama Tonga with a clothesline, then a second, then a third! Fatu tries to enter, but Jey meets him on the apron with a superkick that snaps the Werewolf’s head back, sending him crashing to the floor. Jey turns back to Tama—Pop-Up Samoan Drop! He kips up, feeling the electricity of 60,000 people chanting "YEET!" He points to the corner, charges, and connects with the running hip attack—the Uso Splash in the corner—crushing Tama’s face. Jey is in complete control. He climbs the turnbuckle, signaling for the finish. He balances on the top rope, ready to fly, but Tonga Loa jumps onto the apron, distracting the referee! Jey kicks Loa away, but the split-second delay is fatal. Solo Sikoa, unseen by the official, reaches up and drives his thumb into Jey’s throat—the Samoan Spike from the floor! Jey gags, clutching his throat, and tumbles from the top rope, crashing hard to the canvas.

The match dissolves into absolute bedlam. Jimmy, seeing his brother down, launches himself over the top rope with a suicide dive, taking out both Solo Sikoa and Tonga Loa on the outside! The crowd goes wild. Inside the ring, Jey shakes off the throat strike, ducking a clothesline from Tama Tonga. He rebounds off the ropes—SPEAR! Jey nearly cuts Tama in half! He hooks the leg. 1... 2... NO! Jacob Fatu flies into the frame with a senton splash, crushing Jey and breaking the pin at the very last millisecond. Fatu drags the groggy Tama to the corner and violently tags himself in. He stares down Jey with the eyes of a predator. Fatu screams at the ceiling, charges, and hits a Pop-Up Samoan Drop of his own, launching Jey ten feet into the air. But he doesn't pin him. He drags Jey to the corner, positioning him with eerie calm. Fatu climbs the turnbuckles, balancing with unnatural grace for a heavyweight. He leaps backwards—Double Jump Moonsault! He crashes down, but before the ref can count, Jimmy slides back into the ring, diving over Fatu to break the count! The crowd is on their feet, chanting "This is Awesome!" as all four men lie broken in the center of the ring.

We reach the climax at the thirteen-minute mark, entering the final, brutal stretch. All four men are down, slowly rising to their feet as the stadium hums with anticipation. They crawl to the center, meeting face-to-face. No words are exchanged, only heavy breathing and hate. The four-way slugfest begins—a messy, exhausted brawl. Jimmy trades blows with Tama, Jey with Fatu. The Usos, finding a burst of veteran synchronicity, begin to gain the upper hand. Jey hits a jaw-shattering uppercut on Fatu; Jimmy blasts Tama with an enzuigiri. They whip the Bloodline members into opposite corners. The Usos nod at each other. They charge—synchronized running splashes! The impact is deafening.

Tama stumbles out of the corner into a Superkick from Jimmy! Fatu stumbles out into a Superkick from Jey! The monsters are reeling, wobbling on their feet but refusing to fall. The Usos step back, tune up the band, and unleash a Double Superkick on Jacob Fatu! The Werewolf finally drops to one knee. Another Double Superkick knocks Tama Tonga clean through the ropes to the floor. Now it's 2-on-1 against the most dangerous man in the match. The Usos signal for the 1D. They whip Fatu into the ropes, lifting him high... but Fatu defies physics! Mid-air, he powers out, shoving Jimmy away and catching Jey's throat on the way down. He lands on his feet like a cat.

Fatu spins, decapitating Jimmy with a superkick that sends him flying out of the ring to the floor. Jey turns around into a devastating headbutt from Fatu—the sound of skull-on-skull echoes like a gunshot. Jey staggers, eyes glazed. From the outside, Solo Sikoa slides a steel chair into the ring while the referee is distracted checking on the motionless Jimmy on the floor. Fatu grabs the chair. He waits, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. As Jey turns, still dazed, Fatu tosses the chair into Jey's hands. Instinctively, Jey catches it—and Fatu immediately superkicks the chair into Jey's face! The impact is sickening. Jey collapses, the chair clattering away.

Fatu isn't done. He drags the lifeless body of Jey Uso to the corner nearest Solo. Solo climbs onto the apron, shouting orders, pointing down. "End him!" Solo commands. Fatu nods, his eyes rolling back in his head. He climbs the ropes one last time, balancing on the top turnbuckle. He howls, a primal sound of victory that chills the spine, and launches himself into the air. Another Double Jump Moonsault, this time with maximum velocity, crushing Jey's sternum. Fatu hooks the leg, staring dead into the hard cam with unblinking intensity. 1... 2... 3.

The bell rings, but the music feels more like a funeral dirge than a celebration. Jacob Fatu stands up, his chest heaving, his eyes wide and wild. Solo Sikoa enters the ring, the Ula Fala prominent on his chest. He doesn't smile; he simply nods at Fatu, acknowledging the weapon he has unleashed. Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa roll the battered body of Jimmy Uso into the ring, piling him unceremoniously next to Jey. The match is over, but the violence isn't. Solo grabs a microphone, his voice cold and amplified. "The old era is dead," he announces. "And now... we bury the bodies."

On Solo's command, the new Bloodline descends like a pack of wolves. Tama Tonga rains punches down on Jimmy, while Jacob Fatu climbs the turnbuckle again, signaling for another splash on a defenseless Jey. The crowd boos deafeningly, chanting "Roman! Roman!" hoping for the Original Tribal Chief. But Michael Cole cuts through the noise with a grim reality check: "Roman Reigns isn't coming! We have received word he is isolated in his locker room, surrounded by security, prepping for the Rumble bounty. He can't get here! The Usos are on their own!"

Fatu leaps—a devastating splash crushes Jey Uso's ribs. Solo directs traffic, pointing to the announce table. They drag Jimmy to the outside, clearing the monitors. They are preparing for a triple powerbomb through the table, a move designed to end careers. The crowd's boos turn to genuine concern. Just as they hoist Jimmy up, the lights in the stadium cut out completely.

Darkness.

A new, rhythmic drum beat echoes through the PA system—tribal, aggressive, faster than Solo's theme. The titantron flickers to life with a static graphic: "THE SON OF UMAGA."

The lights explode in a wash of gold and black. A man sprints down the ramp with terrifying speed. It's ZILLA FATU! The crowd erupts in shock. The son of the legendary Umaga slides into the ring, sliding right under a clothesline attempt from Tama Tonga. Zilla explodes with a Samoan Drop on Tama! Tonga Loa charges, but Zilla catches him with a superkick that snaps his head back. Jacob Fatu, realizing the threat, slides into the ring to confront his cousin.

The two monsters—Jacob and Zilla—stare each other down in the center of the ring. The family resemblance is undeniable, the intensity mirroring one another. They trade heavy rights! Boom! Boom! Zilla ducks a lariat and hits a Spinning Uranage (The Samoan Spike setup) on Jacob Fatu! The Werewolf rolls out of the ring, stunned for the first time tonight. Solo Sikoa stands on the apron, eyes wide, clutching his Ula Fala. He stares at Zilla Fatu, who stands protectively over the fallen Usos, thumping his chest and screaming at the new Tribal Chief. Solo signals for a retreat. The new Bloodline backs up the ramp, battered but victorious in the match, while Zilla helps Jimmy and Jey to their feet. The Usos look at their savior, confused but grateful. The Bloodline Civil War has just added a new, volatile soldier.

Commercial Break: WrestleMania 41

The screen fades from black to the blinding neon lights of the Las Vegas strip. "Viva Las Vegas" by Elvis Presley plays, but it’s remixed with a heavy, industrial bassline. Fast-paced cuts show the Allegiant Stadium rising from the desert like the Death Star. We see cinematic shots of WWE Superstars styled as high rollers: Cody Rhodes in a tuxedo rolling dice that land on the WWE logo; Rhea Ripley walking through a casino floor where the slot machines spin to show championship belts; Roman Reigns sitting at the head of a poker table, revealing a Royal Flush. The voiceover is smooth, inviting, and dangerous: "In a city built on risk... who is willing to bet it all?" The visuals crescendo with a montage of WrestleMania's greatest moments, culminating in the logo for WrestleMania 41, glowing in gold and neon purple. April 19 & 20. Las Vegas. Tickets On Sale Now.

Commercial Break: C4 Energy

The energy shifts instantly. The screen explodes with bright yellow and electric blue static. We cut to a gym setting where Montez Ford and Bianca Belair are training with inhuman intensity. Sweat flies in slow motion as Ford hits a box jump that seems impossibly high. Belair is shown flipping a massive tire with a smile on her face. They lock eyes, clink cans of C4 Energy, and the screen warps into a kaleidoscope of fruit flavors—Frozen Bombsicle, Strawberry Watermelon Ice. The tempo of the music speeds up to a frenetic drum and bass track. A voiceover shouts: "Ignite the Fire! C4 Energy: The Official Energy Drink of the Royal Rumble." The ad ends with Ford screaming "Wooooo!" directly into the lens.

Backstage: The Aftermath & The Confusion

We cut back live to the backstage area of Lucas Oil Stadium, where the atmosphere is chaotic. Handheld cameras rush to keep up with Jimmy and Jey Uso, who are limping heavily down the hallway, supported by the massive frame of Zilla Fatu. Medical staff are flanking them, trying to check on Jimmy's ribs, but Zilla waves them off with a feral growl that makes the doctors flinch. The "Son of Umaga" is vibrating with adrenaline, his chest heaving, his eyes darting around as if expecting another attack. Jey stops, leaning against a production crate, clutching his neck where he was spiked. He looks up at Zilla, breathless and confused.

"Uce... where did you come from?" Jey gasps.

Zilla doesn't speak. He simply thumps his chest, pointing a taped thumb back toward the guerilla position—and then points up. The camera pans up to a monitor mounted on the wall. On the screen, we see a feed from a private locker room. It’s Roman Reigns. The Original Tribal Chief is sitting on a bench, hands clasped, staring at a TV screen showing the hallway. He isn't surprised. He nods, once, slowly. It’s a silent confirmation: Zilla was the contingency plan.

Before the brothers can process this, the heavy mood is shattered by a loud crash. A pile of folding chairs topples over nearby. The camera whips around to reveal R-Truth, who is wearing a full riot squad helmet and holding a walkie-talkie upside down. He looks at Zilla, eyes widening in terror.

"Umaga?! I thought you was a ghost!" Truth screams, scrambling backward. "I ain't got no snacks! I ain't got no snacks!"

Miz steps into the frame, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Truth, that is not a ghost. That is Zilla. And we are not ghostbusters. We are drawing numbers."

Truth blinks, calming down instantly. He looks at the Usos. "Oh. My bad. Hey, did y'all see the vampires out there? The one with the thumb? Scary stuff. Anyway, I gotta go win the Rumble. If I see a ghost, I'm tagging you in, Uce." Truth pats the terrified Zilla Fatu on the shoulder and wanders off, muttering about ectoplasm.

Jimmy and Jey share a look—half pain, half disbelief—and let out a pained, wheezing laugh. It breaks the tension. They embrace Zilla properly this time, the three of them walking off toward the trainer's room as a unit. The camera lingers on them before panning over to Jackie Redmond, standing by with a microphone, ready to pivot the broadcast back to the competition.

"Chaos and confusion everywhere tonight," Jackie says, composing herself. "But we have to keep moving. The Bloodline Civil War has drawn first blood, but up next, another war is about to be settled. Former best friends, now bitter enemies. The Women's World Championship is on the line."

Video Package: Rhea Ripley/Raquel Rodriguez

The screen fades in on grainy, black-and-white footage from the WWE Performance Center, dated five years ago. It’s a montage of innocence and ambition: Rhea Ripley and Raquel Rodriguez spotting each other on the bench press, driving together in rental cars, and celebrating victories in empty arenas. A soft, melancholic piano melody plays underneath voiceovers from both women speaking in the past tense. "She wasn't just my partner," Rhea’s voice echoes, "she was the only person who understood the weight of the iron." Raquel’s voice cuts in, sounding wistful, "We promised we would take over the world. Side by side. Sisters in steel." The visuals shift to a split-screen graphic: Rhea Ripley ascending to the main event of WrestleMania, magazine covers, and adulation, while Raquel Rodriguez fades into the background, nursing injuries and standing in the shadows of others. The music deepens, a low cello note distorting the harmony.

The tempo shifts abruptly with the sound of shattering glass. We see the footage from the Raw on Netflix premiere. Confetti falls on Rhea, but the camera pushes in on Raquel’s eyes—cold, dead, and focused. The narrative pivots to jealousy fueled by intimacy. We see Raquel’s promo from January 13th: "I know about the bad shoulder. I know about the knee you tape up." The visuals become violent and chaotic. The piano is replaced by a grinding industrial metal track. We witness the destruction of the arena gym on January 20th—weight plates flying like shrapnel, the two powerhouses destroying the sanctuary they once shared. It culminates in the slow-motion shot of Rhea hip-tossing Raquel through the floor-length mirror, shattering their reflection and their history simultaneously.

The final minute turns into a horror movie. We see the torture. The "Texana Bomb" denting the canvas. The lights going out on January 27th. The visceral image of Raquel hoisting Rhea into the Torture Rack, bending the champion's body into unnatural angles. We hear the referee calling for the bell as Rhea passes out, refusing to tap, her eyes rolling back. Liv Morgan’s maniacal laughter echoes over the scene as she drapes the title over the unconscious champion. The screen cuts to black, then flashes with high-contrast red text: THE IRRESISTIBLE FORCE vs. THE IMMOVABLE OBJECT. The package ends with a dual shot of both women screaming in each other's faces, the sound blending into a singular roar of war.

Raquel Rodriguez Entrance

The stadium is bathed in an unsettling, deep emerald green light, cut through by harsh, erratic strobes of crimson. The aggressive, grinding guitar riff of "Chingona" hits the PA system, and the reaction from the 60,000 in attendance is a heavy, suffocating heat. There are no cheers, only the low rumble of boos for the woman who betrayed her best friend. Smoke cannons fire from the stage floor, creating a thick haze. Through the smoke, a silhouette emerges—tall, imposing, and statuesque. Raquel Rodriguez steps out onto the stage, but she doesn't smile. The "Texana" charm is gone, replaced by the stone-faced intensity of a killer. She stops at the top of the ramp, turning her back to the hard camera. The camera zooms in as she flexes her massive back muscles, a display of pure, intimidation-based power that ripples under the stadium lights.

She turns back around, her eyes locked on the empty ring. She begins her march down the massive ramp, ignoring the fans leaning over the barricades to jeer her. She wears gear that is darker than usual—black and silver with jagged, thorn-like patterns. As she walks, the LED boards flanking the ramp display shattered glass graphics, a cruel reminder of the gym brawl. She reaches the steel steps and ascends them not with speed, but with the methodical pace of inevitable destruction. She steps through the ropes, refusing to wipe her feet, and walks to the center of the ring. She raises both arms, flexing her biceps, and lets out a primal scream that is picked up by the ringside microphones. It isn't a pose for the fans; it is a declaration of physical superiority. She retreats to her corner, leaning back, staring at the entranceway like a predator waiting for its meal.

Rhea Ripley Entrance

The lights in Lucas Oil Stadium die completely. Pitch black. A hush falls over the crowd, followed by a murmur of anticipation. Then, a single spotlight illuminates a drum kit set up on the stage. The drummer hits a thunderous, rhythmic beat. Another spotlight reveals the guitarist. Then, Chris Motionless of Motionless in White steps into a center spot. He grabs the mic and screams: "THIS... IS... MY... BRUTALITY!"

The stage explodes. Pillars of white and purple pyro detonate in sequence, shaking the floor. The band kicks into a blistering live performance of "Demon In Your Dreams." The floor of the stage opens up, and a hydraulic lift rises from the depths. Sitting upon a throne made of black iron and leather is the Women's World Champion, Rhea Ripley. She looks like a gothic queen of the damned. She wears a spiked leather jacket with "MAMI" painted in blood-red script on the back. She sits motionless until the lift stops, her head bowed. Then, she snaps her head up, her eyes wide, black makeup smeared like war paint. The roar from the crowd is deafening—a hero's welcome for the most dominant woman in the industry.

Rhea stands up from the throne, kicking it aside. She stomps to the edge of the stage, timing her signature stomp to a massive concussion blast of pyro that sends shockwaves through the arena. She marches down the ramp, the Undisputed Championship belt slung casually over her shoulder, but her body language is anything but casual. She is vibrating with adrenaline. She slaps hands with fans, but her eyes never leave the ring, never leave Raquel. She slides into the ring, rolls forward, and pops up right in Raquel's face. The referee has to jump between them immediately. Rhea climbs the turnbuckle, holding the title high, screaming the lyrics along with the band. As the music fades and the band strikes the final chord, the spotlight centers on the ring. The two former friends stand inches apart, the air between them thick with history and hate.

Formal Introductions

The music cuts out, leaving only the buzzing hum of 60,000 anxious fans. A single spotlight shines down on the center of the ring, where ring announcer Alicia Taylor stands between the two titans. The referee steps forward, taking the Women's World Championship belt from Rhea Ripley's shoulder. He holds it high above his head, the gold glinting under the lights, a prize that has cost these women their friendship.

Alicia Taylor raises the microphone to her lips, her voice booming and authoritative. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Women's World Championship!"

She turns to her left, gesturing to the corner where Raquel stands, looking unimpressed. "Introducing first, the challenger. From Rio Grande Valley, Texas... she is the powerhouse known as... RAQUEL RODRIGUEZ!" A chorus of boos rains down, but Raquel doesn't flinch; she simply cracks her knuckles, her eyes never leaving Rhea.

Alicia turns to her right. The crowd noise swells instantly. "And her opponent. From Adelaide, South Australia. She is the Women's World Champion... RHEA... RIPLEY!" The stadium erupts. Rhea Ripley stares daggers at Raquel, mouthing the words, "You're dead." The referee lowers the belt, handing it to the timekeeper outside, and calls for the bell.

Women's World Championship - Rhea Ripley vs. Raquel Rodriguez

The bell rings at 9:08:00 PM EST. Neither woman moves for the first thirty seconds, letting the gravity of the moment settle. The atmosphere is electric, the tension thick enough to choke on. They circle each other slowly, eyes locked. Then, they collide in the center of the ring like two freight trains. There is no lock-up, no feeling-out process—just a violent exchange of heavy, stiff forearms that echo through the stadium. Thwack! Thwack! Raquel shoves Rhea backward; Rhea stumbles but rebounds instantly, screaming in Raquel’s face before delivering a headbutt that staggers the challenger. They go nose-to-nose again, screaming insults about their past, their friendship, and their betrayal.

Rhea attempts a shoulder block, hitting the ropes with maximum velocity, but Raquel doesn't budge. She absorbs the impact with a smirk, dusting off her shoulder. Raquel points to the ropes, inviting Rhea to try again. Rhea obliges, but this time, Raquel meets her in the center with a shoulder block of her own! Rhea leans into it, refusing to give ground. They stand chest-to-chest, pushing against each other in a stalemate of pure power. The story is clear: this is the immovable object meeting the irresistible force.

At the three-minute mark, the stalemate breaks. Rhea attempts a dropkick, but Raquel swats her out of the air like a fly, sending the champion crashing to the mat. Raquel takes control, using her superior size to maul the champion. She whips Rhea into the corner with such force that the turnbuckle pads shift. Raquel follows up with a series of clubbing blows to Rhea's back, specifically targeting the area she injured weeks prior with the weight plate. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh is sickening.

Raquel grabs Rhea by the hair and tosses her across the ring with a biel throw. Rhea scrambles to her feet, trying to use her speed, but Raquel cuts off the ring. She hits a Fallaway Slam, tossing Rhea halfway across the canvas. She doesn't go for a pin; she wants to inflict pain. Raquel drags Rhea to the outside, picking her up effortlessly in a military press position. She walks toward the steel ring post. Rhea wriggles, trying to escape, but Raquel’s grip is iron. She lawn-darts Rhea shoulder-first into the steel post! Rhea crumbles to the floor, clutching her shoulder, screaming in agony.

Raquel rolls back into the ring to break the count at five, then immediately slides back out. She picks up the dead weight of the champion and rolls her under the bottom rope. Raquel enters the ring, stalking her prey. She hits a running splash on Rhea’s back while she is draped over the middle rope. Raquel finally goes for the cover, hooking the leg lazily. 1... 2... Rhea kicks out, but she is clearly dazed. Raquel simply laughs, pulling Rhea up by her hair, whispering, "I told you I knew about the shoulder." She hits a massive clothesline in the corner, leaving Rhea slumped. The champion is in deep trouble as the match hits the seven-minute mark.

Midway through the match, Raquel Rodriguez has the champion right where she wants her. She traps a groggy Rhea Ripley in the center of the ring and cinches in a vice-like Bearhug. Raquel thrashes the champion from side to side like a ragdoll, wrenching the pressure onto Rhea's already battered ribs and lower back. The referee moves in close, checking on Rhea as her face contorts in pain and her breathing becomes shallow. The crowd begins a rhythmic clap, willing the champion back to life. "Rhea! Rhea!" they chant. Feeding off the energy, Rhea finds a surge of adrenaline. She boxes Raquel's ears with a double-palm strike—a desperation move that finally breaks Raquel's grip.

Rhea stumbles back, gasping for air, but Raquel is relentless. She charges immediately. Rhea ducks a clothesline and hits the ropes, looking for a shoulder tackle, but Raquel catches her on the rebound! Raquel spins with incredible torque, planting Rhea with a spinning side slam that shakes the ring. She hooks the leg deep. 1... 2... NO! Rhea Ripley kicks out with authority, refusing to stay down.

Frustrated, Raquel grabs Rhea by the throat and drags her to her feet. She signals for the end, mouthing "It's over!" to the crowd. She hoists Rhea up onto her shoulders for the Tejana Bomb. Raquel marches to the center, but Rhea starts raining down elbows to the side of Raquel's head! Raquel wobbles but holds on. Rhea shifts her weight violently, sliding down Raquel's chest and hooking her legs around Raquel's head in mid-air—a hurricanrana counter! The momentum sends Raquel flying across the ring, crashing into the turnbuckles with a heavy thud.

Both women are down. The stadium buzzes with anticipation as the referee begins his count. 1... 2... 3... At the count of four, they begin to stir. At seven, they are on their knees, crawling toward each other. They meet in the center of the ring, pulling themselves up by each other's gear. It descends into a hockey fight. Punch. Punch. Forearm. Forearm. Rhea blocks a right hand and unleashes a flurry of stiff knee strikes to Raquel's face—Bam! Bam! Bam!—rocking the challenger back. Rhea grabs a handful of hair and snaps Raquel over with a perfect snap suplex.

Sensing the momentum shift, Rhea crawls to the corner. Despite the pain in her back, she climbs the turnbuckles. She perches on the top rope, waiting for Raquel to rise. As Raquel turns, Rhea launches herself—Missile Dropkick! She connects flush with Raquel's chest, sending the powerhouse sprawling. Rhea scrambles into the cover, hooking both legs. 1... 2... Raquel powers out, throwing Rhea off her with such force that the champion slides across the mat. The near fall leaves the crowd gasping.

We enter the final stretch, and the intensity reaches a fever pitch. Rhea sets up for the Riptide, but her injured back gives out under Raquel's weight. Raquel capitalizes, hitting a massive big boot that nearly takes Rhea's head off. Raquel drags Rhea to the corner, climbing to the second rope. She is looking for a superplex. Rhea fights back, chopping Raquel’s chest. They battle on the turnbuckles, teetering dangerously. Rhea slips underneath, putting Raquel in the electric chair position! The crowd gasps as Rhea stumbles, her legs shaking under the immense weight. She steadies herself for one second, then drops down—Electric Chair Facebuster! Raquel bounces off the mat! Rhea crawls into the cover, hooking the leg weakly. 1... 2... 2.9! Raquel barely gets a shoulder up.

Before Rhea can process the kickout, movement at ringside draws the eye. Liv Morgan sprints down the ramp, sliding a steel chair into the ring while the referee is checking on Raquel. The crowd boos. Rhea sees the chair. She sees Liv standing on the apron, cackling. Rhea grins—a terrifying, unhinged smile. She picks up the steel chair. The referee warns her of a disqualification. Rhea acts as if she’s going to strike Raquel, but at the last second, she spins and hurls the chair directly at Liv Morgan! The chair strikes Liv in the face, knocking her off the apron and into the barricade! The crowd erupts.

However, the distraction has cost Rhea precious seconds. As she turns back around, Raquel Rodriguez is waiting. Raquel explodes from the corner with a lariat that turns the champion inside out! Rhea hits the mat hard. Raquel wastes no time; she deadlifts Rhea off the canvas, hoisting her onto her shoulders. She marches to the center of the ring and spins—Tejana Bomb! She plants Rhea with earth-shattering force. Raquel hooks the leg deep, staring at the lights, knowing she has won. 1... 2... NO! Rhea Ripley kicks out at the very last millisecond! The stadium explodes with noise. Raquel sits up, eyes wide, pulling at her own hair in disbelief. She screams at the referee, "That was three!" but the match continues.

Frustration turning to rage, Raquel grabs a fistful of Rhea's hair, pulling her to her knees. "Stay down, you witch!" she screams, slapping Rhea across the face. Raquel hooks her for a second Tejana Bomb, looking to end it once and for all. She lifts Rhea onto her shoulders... but Rhea wriggles free! Rhea slides down the back, landing on her feet. Before Raquel can turn, Rhea delivers a stiff kick to the gut, doubling her over.

Rhea grabs Raquel's legs and sits back, locking in the Prism Trap (standing cloverleaf)! She sits deep, wrenching Raquel’s already strained back. The crowd goes wild. Raquel screams in agony, clawing at the canvas. She crawls toward the ropes, inch by agonizing inch. She reaches... her fingers graze the bottom rope... but Rhea pulls her back to the center of the ring! Raquel rolls through, using her powerful legs to kick Rhea off, sending the champion stumbling into the corner turnbuckle.

Rhea bounces off the corner, dazed. Raquel, fueled by adrenaline, charges for a spear to cut her in half! But Rhea anticipates it—she leapfrogs! Raquel crashes shoulder-first into the ring post with a sickening metallic clang. She staggers backward, clutching her shoulder, right into Rhea's grasp.

Rhea doesn't hesitate. She hooks the arms, screaming "This is my brutality!" She lifts Raquel... Riptide! The impact shakes the ring. But Rhea doesn't go for the cover. Her eyes are wide, manic. She knows Raquel is a monster; one won't be enough. She drags Raquel back up to her feet. She hooks the arms again. With a primal roar that echoes through Lucas Oil Stadium, she hits a second, thunderous Riptide! She hooks both legs, staring straight into the hard camera.

1... 2... 3!

Rhea collapses onto her fallen friend-turned-enemy, her chest heaving violently as she gasps for air. The adrenaline finally dumps, leaving her trembling. She rolls off Raquel and lies flat on her back, staring up at the stadium lights, tears mixing with the sweat and smeared war paint on her face. The referee approaches cautiously, almost afraid to disturb the moment, and gently places the Women's World Championship on her chest. Rhea clutches the belt tight, hugging it like a lifeline. She rolls to her side, wincing in visible agony as she grabs her lower back—a reminder of the torture she endured. Slowly, painfully, she uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. She leans against the turnbuckle, looking down at Raquel, who is just beginning to stir. There is no handshake, no sign of forgiveness, just the cold, hard look of a survivor. Rhea limps to the center of the ring and raises the title high above her head. There are no fireworks, no explosions—just the deafening, raw roar of 60,000 people acknowledging the war they just witnessed. She exits the ring, refusing help from the officials, clutching her title and her injured shoulder, marching up the ramp as the conqueror of her own past.

Commercial Break: WWE 2K25

The broadcast cuts from the emotional aftermath of the Women's Title match to a high-octane, stylized glitch effect. The screen rebuilds itself into the digital arena of WWE 2K25. "Even Stronger" plays in the background as we see hyper-realistic gameplay footage of Cody Rhodes delivering a Cross Rhodes to Roman Reigns. The camera pans around a digital rendering of the "Netflix Era" stage. The voiceover is delivered by John Cena: "You think you've played the game? You haven't played this game." We see flashes of the new "Showcase of the Immortals" mode, featuring the ability to play through 40 years of WrestleMania history. The ad culminates with the cover reveal—Cody Rhodes, Rhea Ripley, and Bianca Belair standing tall. "WWE 2K25. Finish Your Story. Available Everywhere March 8th."

Commercial Break: DraftKings

The vibe shifts to the energetic, fast-paced world of DraftKings. Kevin Hart stands in the middle of a massive, CGI Royal Rumble ring, holding a smartphone. "The Royal Rumble!" he shouts. "Thirty people enter, one legend leaves, and you get paid!" Graphics fly across the screen showing the betting odds for the Men's Rumble match: Roman Reigns (+200), CM Punk (+250), and John Cena (+300). "Who's gonna toss the Tribal Chief? Who's gonna point at the sign?" Hart asks, dodging a digital wrestler flying over the top rope. "Make your picks live right now on the DraftKings Sportsbook app. New customers get $200 in bonus bets instantly. The crown is up for grabs, baby!"

Indianapolis Community Recap

The frantic energy settles into a warm, inspiring montage titled "WWE in Indianapolis." A gentle, uplifting piano melody plays as we see footage from the past 72 hours. We see Cody Rhodes and Liv Morgan visiting Riley Hospital for Children, sharing smiles, high-fives, and replica titles with young patients fighting their own battles. The scene shifts to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, where The Miz and R-Truth are shown goofing around in a pace car, eventually kneeling to "kiss the bricks" at the legendary finish line. We see Bianca Belair and Montez Ford leading a "Be a STAR" anti-bullying rally at a local Boys & Girls Club, dancing with hundreds of cheering kids. The package showcases the heart behind the spectacle, ending with a sweeping drone shot of the city skyline lit up in WWE colors, the community united by the arrival of the Rumble.

The Announce Desk & Celebrity Row

We cut back live to the announce desk, where Michael Cole, Pat McAfee, and Corey Graves are standing, applauding the efforts of the superstars. "It has been an incredible week here in the Hoosier State," Cole says warmly. "The hospitality of Indianapolis has been unmatched."

"And speaking of unmatched," McAfee interrupts, practically vibrating with excitement, "look who we have in the house tonight! Indiana stand up!" The camera pans to the front row, VIP section. First, we see Tyrese Haliburton, the star point guard of the Indiana Pacers, flashing a "Too Sweet" hand gesture to the camera. Next to him is actor and wrestling superfan O'Shea Jackson Jr., wearing a vintage Stone Cold Steve Austin shirt. But the biggest pop is reserved for the man next to them. "THE SHERIFF IS IN TOWN!" McAfee screams as the camera lands on Indianapolis Colts legend Peyton Manning. Manning waves to the crowd, laughing as the stadium erupts in cheers. "This is the place to be, Cole! The stars are out, the roof is open, and business is about to pick up!"

"Business is exactly the word, Pat," Graves interjects, his tone shifting to serious. "Because while those men are here to be entertained, the next two men are here to settle a philosophical war. It is time for the World Heavyweight Championship."

Video Package: "The General vs. The Phenomenal One"

The screen fades to black, and the silence is broken by the sharp, rhythmic ticking of a metronome. Click. Click. Click. The screen is split down the middle. On the left, Gunther stands rigid, hands behind his back. On the right, AJ Styles adjusts his gloves, bouncing on his toes.

Voiceover (Gunther): "This ring is sacred. It requires discipline. It requires order. The American style... it is excess. It is flashy. It is... soft."

The metronome stops. We cut to the Raw on Netflix premiere. Gunther stands in the ring, dismissing the entire locker room as unworthy. "There is no one left," he sneers. Then, the organ hits. AJ Styles walks out—no words, just a finger pointed at the gold. Gunther laughs, walking away, refusing to even acknowledge the challenge. The video cuts to January 13th. We see AJ Styles putting on a technical clinic against Ludwig Kaiser, forcing a tap-out. We see the ambush—Gunther charging the ring for a cheap shot, only to be met with a lightning-fast Pele Kick that drops the Ring General to a knee. The look of shock on Gunther's face is frozen on screen.

Voiceover (AJ Styles): "You call me a relic? You call me a performer? I've survived in rings you couldn't even step in. Japan. Europe. Everywhere. My style isn't flash, Gunther. It's survival."

The music shifts to a driving, orchestral war theme. We see the contract signing on January 20th. Gunther refusing to stand. The lecture. "You rely on athleticism because you lack honor." AJ signing the paper and throwing the pen. "I am the one thing you've never faced: a man who is better than you." The package builds to the violent climax on the final Raw. Gunther torturing a helpless opponent with a Boston Crab after the bell. AJ rushing in for the save. The brawl. The moment of truth: AJ springing off the top rope for the Phenomenal Forearm, launching himself into the air—only to be met by a thunderous, sickening chop from Gunther that knocks him out of the sky. The final image is Gunther standing over a fallen Styles, boot on his throat, the World Heavyweight Championship raised high. The text on screen burns in gold letters: PRECISION vs. PHENOMENAL.

AJ Styles Entrance

The Lucas Oil Stadium goes completely dark. A low, distorted synth drone begins to build, swirling around the speakers. Suddenly, piercing blue lasers cut through the darkness, forming a complex geometric grid above the ring. The iconic organ opening of "Phenomenal" blasts through the PA, and the crowd reaction is instantaneous—a massive, unified roar of approval. "GET READY TO FLY!" A single spotlight hits the stage, revealing AJ Styles. He stands with his back to the crowd, hood up, gloves locked together in his signature P1 pose. He slowly turns, flipping the hood back to reveal eyes that are laser-focused. He isn't smiling. This isn't the fun-loving veteran; this is the pitbull who ran TNA and NJPW.

Styles marches down the ramp with a quick, aggressive pace. Pyro shoots up from the stage in blue columns behind him, timing perfectly with the beat. As he reaches the steel steps, he leaps onto the apron in one fluid motion, the athleticism still effortless after all these years. He steps through the ropes and walks directly to the center of the ring. He throws his arms out wide, his gloves shining under the lights, soaking in the "AJ STYLES!" chants that echo from the rafters. He climbs the turnbuckle, looking out at the 60,000 fans, but his gaze quickly shifts to the entranceway. He hops down and begins to pace, bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing. He looks ready for a fight, not a match.

Gunther Entrance

The blue lights are extinguished, replaced by a stark, clinical white wash that floods the stage. The opening movement of Dvořák's Symphony No. 9 begins to play, its somber and majestic tones hushing the crowd into a respectful, almost fearful silence. Ludwig Kaiser steps out first, microphone in hand. "Ladies and gentlemen," he bellows, his voice dripping with arrogance, "demand your gratitude... for your World Heavyweight Champion... DER RING GENERAL... GUNTHER!"

The symphony swells, and Gunther emerges. He wears a long, pristine black trench coat that makes him look like a monolith. He doesn't pose. He doesn't acknowledge the fans. He simply walks. His stride is measured, powerful, and inevitable. He holds his hands behind his back, chin held high. As he walks down the ramp, the LED boards turn a flat, matte black with the word "IMPERIUM" in simple white text. No pyro. No lasers. Just the man. He climbs the steps with methodical precision, wiping his boots on the apron before entering the ring—a sign of respect for the canvas, and disrespect for his opponent. He enters the ring and stands opposite Styles. He slowly unbuttons his coat, folding it neatly and handing it to Kaiser. He stares at AJ Styles with cold, dead eyes, looking through him as if he were already defeated.

Formal Ring Introductions

The music fades, leaving a tense, heavy silence in the arena. The referee stands between the two men, holding the World Heavyweight Championship high in the air. The gold belt glimmers under the bright lights, the only thing separating the two warriors.

Alicia Taylor steps into the spotlight, her voice commanding the attention of the stadium. "Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the World Heavyweight Championship!"

She gestures to the challenger. "Introducing first... the challenger. From Gainesville, Georgia. Weighing in at 218 pounds. He is the Phenomenal One... A... J... STYLES!" The crowd erupts in a massive cheer, chanting "AJ! AJ!" Styles acknowledges it with a quick nod, never breaking eye contact with Gunther.

Alicia turns to the champion. A mix of boos and awed silence meets her gesture. "And his opponent. From Vienna, Austria. Weighing in at 250 pounds. He is the longest-reigning Intercontinental Champion of all time... and the reigning, defending, World Heavyweight Champion... GUNTHER!" Gunther snatches the title from the referee before he can hand it away, raising it high himself, glaring at Styles. He hands the belt to the ref, who calls for the bell.

World Heavyweight Championship
Gunther © vs. AJ Styles

The bell rings at 9:37:30 PM EST. The atmosphere in Lucas Oil Stadium is suffocatingly tense. For the first sixty seconds, neither man engages. Gunther claims the center of the ring, standing flat-footed, hands slightly raised, a monolith of stoic calm. AJ Styles circles the perimeter, bouncing on the balls of his feet, his movement fluid and erratic. Gunther extends a single hand, inviting a Greco-Roman knuckle lock—a test of pure strength he knows he will win. Styles feints, stepping in as if to accept, but as Gunther lunges to grab him, Styles ducks underneath with lightning speed. Thwack! A stiff leg kick connects with Gunther’s thigh. Styles retreats to the corner, smirking. Gunther looks down at his leg, then back at Styles, his expression unreadable.

At the two-minute mark, the circling continues. Gunther attempts to cut off the ring, using his wide frame to corner the challenger. He swings a massive chopping arm, but AJ rolls underneath the limb, popping up behind the champion. Gunther spins around, but AJ is already gone, darting to the opposite side. Another leg kick connects, this time to the inside of Gunther’s knee. Gunther frowns, a crack in the armor. He charges AJ, driving him into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break. Gunther raises his hands, feigning a break, then lashes out with a knife-edge chop! AJ flinches, narrowly avoiding the blow that slaps the turnbuckle pad with the sound of a gunshot. AJ stares at the turnbuckle, realizing how close he came to disaster.

At three minutes, Gunther finally forces a lock-up. His power is overwhelming. He drives Styles back into the turnbuckles, leaning his forearm across AJ’s jaw. He grinds his forearm into Styles’ face, disrespecting the veteran. Gunther breaks on the count of four but shoves AJ’s face as he steps back. AJ snaps. He shoots for a single-leg takedown, but Gunther sprawls, putting his weight on AJ. They scramble on the mat—a technical exchange where AJ tries to slip behind for a waist lock. Gunther counters with a standing switch, lifting AJ for a German Suplex. Styles lands on his feet! He hits the ropes, ducks a clothesline, and attempts his signature dropkick, but Gunther holds the ropes, and AJ crashes to the canvas. Gunther simply stares down at him, adjusting his trunks.

By the four-minute mark, the pace quickens. AJ realizes he cannot grapple with the Ring General. He adopts a stick-and-move strategy. He lands a quick combination—jab, jab, low kick, spinning backfist. The strikes connect, but Gunther absorbs them like a heavy bag. AJ hits the ropes for momentum, looking for a forearm smash, but Gunther catches him! Gunther holds AJ in a side headlock, squeezing the air out of him. AJ shoots him off the ropes. Gunther comes back with a shoulder tackle that sends AJ flying across the ring. Gunther doesn't cover; he simply waits for AJ to stand up.

As we approach five minutes, AJ is frustrated but focused. He lures Gunther in, baiting a lariat. AJ ducks, slides between Gunther's legs, and pops up. He goes for the Pele Kick! But he hesitates, knowing Gunther scouted it in the video package. Instead of the kick, AJ lands on his feet and hits a sliding forearm to Gunther's knee. The champion buckles. AJ hits the ropes, building steam, looking for a clothesline to knock the big man down. He charges... right into the trap.

At the five-minute mark, the tactical stalemate breaks. Styles, growing confident with his hit-and-run strategy, attempts another snapping low kick to Gunther's lead leg. But the Ring General has timed it. He doesn't check the kick; he steps into it, absorbing the impact on his shin to snatch AJ's ankle in a vice-like grip. Styles hops on one foot, eyes widening in panic as he realizes he's tethered to the monolith. Gunther yanks the leg, pulling Styles off balance, and with his free hand, delivers a knife-edge chop that sounds like a whip cracking against concrete. The sound is so loud it silences the commentary team for a beat. Styles crumples to the mat, clutching his chest, where a bright red handprint begins to welt instantly.

Gunther doesn't rush to cover. He stands over the writhing challenger, adjusting his trunks with a look of utter disappointment. He nudges AJ with his boot. "Is that it?" he seems to ask. Styles, gasping for air, scrambles backward into the corner, using the ropes to pull himself up. Gunther charges, looking for a running big boot to take AJ's head off. Styles narrowly side-steps! Gunther's boot gets hung up on the top turnbuckle.

AJ sees the opening and explodes. He unleashes a lightning-fast combination—left jab, right cross, a spinning backfist that rocks Gunther's jaw! The champion stumbles back to the center. Styles goes for the kill shot early—he backflips for the Pele Kick! But Gunther doesn't fall. He catches AJ's head between his calves in mid-air, holding the challenger upside down! With a display of terrifying core strength, Gunther steps through, turning AJ over and sitting deep into a high-angle Boston Crab in the center of the ring!

Styles screams in agony as Gunther sits back, bending the Phenomenal One in half. The torque on AJ’s lower back is immense. Styles claws at the canvas, inching toward the ropes, but Gunther drags him back to the middle. The crowd rallies, chanting "AJ! AJ!" Desperate, AJ twists his hips, rolling onto his back while still in the hold. He uses his free leg to kick Gunther repeatedly in the face—thud, thud, thud! Gunther finally releases the hold to protect himself, stumbling backward. Styles scrambles to his feet, adrenaline masking the pain, and sprints at the ropes. He rebounds and launches a stiff Sliding Forearm Smash that connects flush with Gunther's temple! The giant finally goes down to one knee, then to the mat. Both men are down, the pace escalating from a chess match to a war.

The ten-minute mark sees the match evolve into a brutal war of attrition. Gunther has seized control, grounding the high-flyer with a series of heavy slams and suffocating headlocks. He whips Styles into the corner with such velocity that AJ flips over the turnbuckle, landing painfully on the apron. Gunther climbs the ropes—a rare sight—teasing a splash, but steps down to the apron instead. He grabs Styles by the neck. Styles fights back with elbows, creating space. Styles looks for a suplex on the apron! It’s impossible. Gunther blocks it, then delivers a Chop that knocks AJ off his feet. Gunther lifts Styles and powerbombs him onto the steel ring steps! The sickening thud silences the arena. The referee begins his count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Styles twitches. 6... 7... 8... At 9, Styles barely rolls back into the ring. Gunther is waiting. He hits a Powerbomb in the center of the ring. 1... 2... Kickout! Gunther looks genuinely surprised.

As we cross the fifteen-minute mark, the resilience of the Phenomenal One shines through. Gunther, frustrated, goes for a lariat, but AJ ducks and hits the Pele Kick perfectly this time! Gunther is rocked. AJ hits a basement forearm. He goes to the apron. Springboard 450 Splash connects! 1... 2... NO! Gunther kicks out. AJ signals for the Styles Clash. He kicks Gunther in the gut, hooks the arms. He lifts... but his back gives out from the powerbomb earlier. Gunther back body drops him. Gunther charges, but AJ drop toe-holds him into the turnbuckle. Gunther stumbles back. AJ lifts him—Ushigoroshi! The Ring General is down. Styles crawls to the apron. He removes his elbow pad. The crowd rises. "Phenomenal Forearm!" He springs off the top rope. Gunther catches him mid-air with a sleeper hold! AJ flails, fading fast. He pushes off the turnbuckle with his feet, rolling backward into a pin! 1... 2... Gunther breaks the hold to kick out.

At the eighteen-minute mark, the technical wrestling has dissolved into a primal slugfest. Both men struggle to their feet in the center of the ring, foreheads touching, chests heaving. Styles fires first—a forearm that rocks Gunther back. Gunther responds with a chop that nearly takes AJ off his feet. Forearm! Chop! Forearm! Chop! The sound of flesh on flesh echoes through Lucas Oil Stadium. Gunther's chest is a roadmap of purple welts; AJ's chest is raw, blistered meat. Gunther roars, grabbing AJ by the waist and launching him with a German Suplex! AJ Styles defies gravity—he lands on his feet! The crowd erupts. Gunther spins, shocked, and walks right into a rapid-fire combination of strikes from Styles—jab, cross, low kick, spinning backfist! Styles hits the ropes, rebounds, and nearly decapitates the champion with a Discus Clothesline!

Gunther drops to a knee, dazed. Styles sees the opening. He crawls to the apron, desperation in his eyes. He wipes the sweat from his brow, looking out at the 60,000 fans who are on their feet. He grabs the top rope. "One more time!" he screams. Styles springs up—Phenomenal Forearm! He soars through the air... and connects! But Gunther doesn't go down! The Ring General catches the full weight of the forearm, stumbles back into the ropes, and uses the momentum to rebound forward. He catches the landing Styles, hoisting him up into a Powerbomb position! It's a trap!

AJ realizes the danger instantly. As Gunther tries to lift him, AJ rains punches down on Gunther's head. He slides down the champion's back, landing on his feet, and immediately drops to the mat, rolling forward to snatch Gunther's left leg. CALF CRUSHER! Styles locks it in deep in the center of the ring! He wrenches back, maximizing the torque. Gunther screams, a rare show of agony, his face contorted. He reaches for the ropes... they are inches away. Styles rolls through, dragging the 250-pound champion back to the center of the ring! The crowd is deafening, sensing a title change. Gunther teases tapping, his hand hovering over the mat. He looks at the lights, realizing his reign is in jeopardy. In a burst of survival instinct, Gunther rolls onto his back, freeing his right leg, and begins to violently kick AJ in the face! Thud! Thud! Thud! The third kick connects with AJ's nose, breaking the hold.

Both men scramble to their feet, running on fumes. Gunther charges, looking for a lariat to end it. Styles ducks! He kicks Gunther in the gut, doubling him over. He hooks the arms. He steps over. The crowd realizes what's happening. Styles lifts... he hits it! STYLES CLASH! He connects perfectly in the middle of the ring! Styles uses the last ounce of his energy to roll Gunther over for the cover. 1... 2... Gunther flails his arm, and his fingertips graze the bottom rope! The referee stops the count at 2.9!

The stadium deflates. Styles rolls away, putting his head in his hands, disbelief washing over him. He drags himself to the corner, pulling himself up by the turnbuckles. He looks at Gunther, who is barely stirring. Styles knows he has to finish this now. He waits for Gunther to get to his knees. Styles charges for a running forearm... but Gunther explodes upward with a Headbutt! The sound of bone on bone is sickening. AJ collapses. Gunther stumbles back into the ropes, shaking the cobwebs loose. He hits the ropes and delivers a Shotgun Dropkick that launches AJ across the ring, folding him into the corner.

Gunther is possessed now. He charges—Massive Clothesline in the corner! Styles falls limp. Gunther drags him to the center of the ring. He hooks the head and arm. He lifts AJ vertical... Emerald Flowsion! He plants him. But Gunther doesn't pin. He stares down at the fallen challenger, his face a mask of cold fury. He picks AJ up one last time. He delivers a chop that echoes like a thunderclap, silencing the arena, and then immediately spins behind him. He locks in the Gojira Clutch (Rear Naked Choke)! He grapevines the body, dragging Styles down to the canvas. Styles fights, his hand reaching for the sky, trembling. He claws at Gunther's arm, but the grip is iron. The light fades from AJ's eyes. The hand drops. The referee checks the arm. It drops once. It drops twice. It drops three times.

The bell rings at 9:59:24 PM EST. Gunther releases the hold instantly, shoving Styles' limp body away as if discarding a broken tool. He stands, his chest heaving, sweat pouring down his face, but his expression remains an unreadable mask of stone. The referee scurries over, handing him the World Heavyweight Championship. Gunther snatches it, clutching the gold that validates his philosophy. Ludwig Kaiser slides into the ring, bowing slightly as he offers Gunther his pristine trench coat. Gunther ignores it for a moment, his eyes fixed on the man lying at his feet.

AJ Styles begins to stir, coughing as consciousness returns. He clutches his throat, rolling onto his side. Gunther steps forward, looming over the fallen legend. He places his boot firmly on AJ's chest, pressing down just enough to keep him pinned to the canvas. He raises the World Heavyweight Championship high above his head, roaring a guttural scream of dominance that echoes to the rafters. It is the ultimate image of conquest: the Ring General standing atop the Phenomenal One.

The crowd, despite their heartbreak for Styles, rises to their feet in a wave of respect. A standing ovation washes over the ring—an acknowledgment of the war they just witnessed. Gunther lowers the title, slings it over his shoulder, and allows Kaiser to drape the coat over his shoulders. He turns and marches out of the ring, not looking back once. As he disappears up the ramp, the cameras linger on AJ Styles, who is slowly sitting up in the center of the ring, battered, bruised, and defeated, but alive. The commentary team falls silent, letting the image speak for itself. The General has defended his sacred ring, but the Phenomenal One made him bleed for it.

Commercial Break: Prime Hydration

The screen cuts to a vibrant, high-energy splash of neon colors. Logan Paul and KSI are standing on top of a wrestling ring in the middle of a desert, holding bottles of Prime Hydration. "You want to survive the Rumble?" Logan shouts, doing a backflip off the top rope while holding a bottle of Blue Raspberry. "You need fuel!" KSI catches a bottle of Lemon Lime mid-air. "Hydrate or die-drate!" Fast-paced cuts show athletes from various sports—UFC fighters, soccer players, and WWE Superstars—chugging the drink in slow motion, sweat flying. The ad ends with a massive explosion of colorful liquid forming the Prime logo. "Prime Hydration. The Official Drink of the Road to WrestleMania."

Promo: Elimination Chamber 2025

The visuals shift to a cold, steel-grey palette. The terrifying sound of heavy chains rattling and metal grinding against metal echoes through the speakers. We see quick, brutal flashes of the most sadistic structure in sports entertainment being lowered. "The Road to WrestleMania... runs through ten tons of unforgiving steel," the deep voiceover announces. We see close-ups of the bulletproof glass pods and the miles of chain link that form the cage. "Six superstars. Two miles of chain. No escape." We see shots of the pod doors closing on superstars like Seth Rollins, Drew McIntyre, and Rhea Ripley. "Who will survive the Chamber to main event WrestleMania?" The graphic slams onto the screen: WWE ELIMINATION CHAMBER. Toronto, Canada. March 1st.

Announce Desk Transition

We return live to Lucas Oil Stadium, where the camera sweeps over the announce desk. The energy has shifted from the reverence of the Gunther match to a buzzing, dangerous tension.

"We are inching closer to the main event, the Men's Royal Rumble match," Michael Cole says, adjusting his headset. "But before we get there, we have a score to settle that has torn the very fabric of friendship apart."

Corey Graves nods solemnly. "It's tragic, Cole. Cody Rhodes and Kevin Owens were brothers in arms. They fought in the trenches against the Bloodline together. But jealousy is a potent poison. Kevin Owens claims he sees the 'Corporate Dream,' a man who has lost his way. Cody Rhodes claims he sees a prizefighter fighting for a prize he doesn't even respect."

Pat McAfee leans in, looking serious. "I've been in that locker room. The tension between these two is thick enough to choke on. We've seen brawls in concessions, we've seen assaults with chairs, and tonight, we see ladders. This isn't about wrestling anymore. This is about hurting the other guy. And the only way to win is to climb up and pull that title down. It's the Nightmare versus the Prizefighter. Ladder Match. For the Gold."

Video Package: WWE Championship Ladder Match

The video begins with a montage of triumph—Cody Rhodes and Kevin Owens standing side-by-side, fighting off the Bloodline, celebrating victories. A soft, hopeful piano track plays. Voiceovers of them praising each other echo: "He's my brother," says Cody. "I've got his back," says Kevin. But the music distorts, twisting into a dark, brooding synth. The screen cracks, transitioning to the Raw on Netflix premiere. We see the betrayal in slow motion: Cody raising Kevin's hand, the smile on his face, followed by the sudden jerk of the short-arm clothesline. The thud of the powerbomb on the ring apron syncs with a heavy bass drum beat. Owens’ voice cuts through: "I didn't save you from Roman just to watch you turn into him!"

The tempo picks up, driven by aggressive percussion. We see the war of words. Owens in street clothes on SmackDown, mocking the bespoke suits and the "Corporate Dream." "You're not the guy who smashed the throne... you're the guy sitting on it." We see Cody’s rebuttal on Raw, bruised and battered but defiant: "You call me corporate? I call it responsibility." The video flashes through the escalation of violence—the brawl through the concession stands, soda dispensers flying, security helpless to stop them. We see the moment on January 17th where Owens sat atop a ladder he didn't even need to climb, mocking Cody from above, before tipping it over to crush the champion.

The music drops to a single, haunting violin note. We see the psychological breaking point. Owens invoking the name of Dusty Rhodes. "Dusty was a hero because he was real. You're just a brand." We see the snap in Cody’s eyes—the chair shot that crossed the line, the referees pulling a feral American Nightmare off his former friend. The package crescendoes with the final face-to-face. No security. Just hate. "You hate me because I grew up," Cody screams. "You're just leading a parade," Owens laughs. The montage ends with the chaotic imagery from the final SmackDown—Rhodes and Owens atop two separate ladders, trading punches high above the ring, the Undisputed Championship dangling between them like a golden apple of discord. The screen fades to black with the text: HERO. VILLAIN. CHAMPION.

Kevin Owens Entrance

The stadium lights cut out, leaving only a single, harsh white spotlight focused on the entrance tunnel. There is no pyro, no flashy graphics, no countdown. The opening guitar riff of "Fight" hits, and Kevin Owens walks through the curtain immediately. He is not wearing a "KO" shirt or his usual merchandise. He is wearing a plain black t-shirt with "JUST FIGHT" spray-painted on it in white letters, sleeves cut off aggressively. His wrists are taped heavily, like a boxer preparing for a twelve-round war.

Owens doesn't play to the crowd. He walks with a menacing, purposeful stride, his eyes locked on the empty ring. In his right hand, he drags a beat-up, silver steel ladder, scraping it against the metal ramp with a screeching sound that cuts through the music. He ignores the fans reaching out for high-fives; his focus is singular. As he reaches the ringside area, he doesn't slide the ladder under the ropes. He throws it. With a roar, he hurls the ladder into the ring, the metal clanging loudly against the canvas. He slides in after it, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. He grabs the ladder and sets it up in the corner, testing its stability with a violent shake. He climbs the turnbuckle, not to pose, but to stare up at the empty carabiner hanging twenty feet above the ring where the title will soon be. He points at the mechanism, shouting something unintelligible but furious at the empty space. The crowd reaction is a volatile mix of cheers for the anti-hero and boos for his recent actions, creating a chaotic wall of noise.

Cody Rhodes Entrance

The lights drop again. The familiar, regal opening of "Kingdom" begins to play. "Wrestling has more than one royal family..." The beat drops, and the stage explodes in a shower of gold and white pyrotechnics. Cody Rhodes rises from the floor on the "Codyvator," bathed in a golden spotlight. He is wearing his signature homelander-esque coat, but tonight it is trimmed in black, reflecting the darker tone of this feud. He steps off the lift, and the crowd—60,000 strong—screams the "WOAH-OH" in perfect unison. But Cody doesn't smile. The usual warmth in his eyes is gone, replaced by a steely, cold determination.

He walks down the ramp, the Undisputed WWE Championship fastened tightly around his waist. He doesn't slap hands or sign autographs. He marches toward the ring, his eyes locked on Kevin Owens, who is leaning casually against the ladder in the corner, mocking him. As Cody climbs the steel steps, pyro blasts from the ring posts, but he doesn't flinch. He enters the ring and immediately unbuckles the title belt. He doesn't raise it for the crowd; he raises it directly at Owens, holding it up like a weapon. He kisses the center plate—a promise to his father's legacy—and hands it to the referee. He takes off his coat, revealing ribs that are still taped from Owens' attacks weeks ago. He stands in the opposite corner, cracking his neck, ready for war.

Formal Ring Introductions

The music fades, leaving a tense, vibrating silence in the arena. The only sound is the hum of the crowd and the creaking of the ladder in the corner. Ring announcer Alicia Taylor steps into the center of the ring, a spotlight illuminating her. The referee, holding the championship belt, stands on a small step ladder to hook the title onto the carabiner. The belt is raised, slowly ascending toward the rafters, glimmering under the stadium lights. Both men watch it go up.

Alicia raises the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a LADDER MATCH! And it is for the Undisputed WWE Championship!"

She gestures to the corner with the ladder. "Introducing first... the challenger. From Marieville, Quebec, Canada. Weighing in at 266 pounds. He is the Prizefighter... KEVIN... OWENS!" Owens doesn't pose. He just stares at Cody, chewing his gum aggressively, a smirk playing on his lips.

Alicia turns to the other corner. "And his opponent. From Atlanta, Georgia. Weighing in at 220 pounds. He is the American Nightmare... and the reigning, defending, Undisputed WWE Champion... CODY... RHODES!" The crowd erupts in a deafening cheer. Cody steps forward, meeting Owens in the center of the ring. They go forehead to forehead as the referee calls for the bell.

WWE Championship Ladder Match - Cody Rhodes © vs. Kevin Owens

The Match -

The bell rings, and for a split second, neither man moves. The tension is palpable. Then, simultaneously, they explode into motion. It isn't a wrestling match; it’s a collision. They crash into each other in the center of the ring, trading rapid-fire hockey punches. The technique is gone; this is pure, unadulterated hatred. Owens drives a knee into Cody's taped ribs, eliciting a sharp gasp from the Champion, but Cody responds with a stiff Bionic Elbow that rocks Owens back. They grab each other by the collar, tumbling through the ropes to the outside in a heap of limbs.

The brawl spills immediately to the floor. Owens grabs Cody by the hair and whips him violently into the steel steps. The metallic clang echoes through the stadium as Cody’s shoulder collides with the steel. Owens screams at the crowd, "Is this your hero?!" He reaches under the ring and pulls out a second ladder, sliding it into the ring. Cody recovers, leaping onto the apron and launching himself with a suicide dive, driving Owens back-first into the barricade! The impact rattles the protective padding. Cody grabs the ladder Owens introduced, but before he can set it up, Owens is back on his feet, baseball sliding the ladder into Cody’s midsection! Cody doubles over, clutching his ribs, his face grimacing in pain.

At the four-minute mark, the environment becomes the weapon. Owens clears the Spanish announce table, sweeping monitors and papers to the floor. He grabs a smaller step ladder and bridges it between the ring apron and the announce table. The crowd buzzes, recognizing the setup for disaster. Owens tries to powerbomb Cody onto the bridge, but Cody fights out, back-body dropping Owens onto the floor mats. Cody rolls into the ring, grabbing the ladder Owens slid in earlier. He sets it up in the center, climbing tentatively. He’s only three rungs up when Owens slides in, tipping the ladder over. Cody lands on his feet, but Owens is waiting—Superkick! Cody’s head snaps back, and he falls into the corner.

Owens takes control. He wedges the ladder in the corner, between the middle and top turnbuckle. He whips Cody into it with immense force. Cody hits the steel face-first and bounces off, clutching his nose. Owens taunts him, "Do it for Dusty, Cody! Come on!" He grabs Cody for a Pop-Up Powerbomb, but Cody counters with a hurricanrana! Owens stumbles into the ladder in the corner. Cody charges—Disaster Kick! He springs off the ropes and kicks the ladder into Owens' face! Owens collapses.

Around the eight-minute mark, the first serious climb attempt begins. Cody sets the ladder up again, ascending with urgency. He gets a hand on the title, but Owens scrambles up the other side. They meet at the top, fifteen feet in the air. A slugfest ensues high above the canvas. Owens rakes Cody’s eyes, a dirty tactic that blinds the champion. Owens grabs Cody’s head and slams it onto the top cap of the ladder—thud! Cody falls, his leg getting tangled in the rungs on the way down. He’s hanging upside down, helpless!

Owens sees the blood in the water. He descends quickly. He looks at the trapped champion and smiles cruelly. He runs to the ropes, rebounds, and delivers a brutal cannonball splash to Cody’s suspended body, crushing him against the steel ladder! The crowd gasps at the violence. Cody finally falls free, crumbling to the mat in a heap. Owens isn't done. He goes outside and grabs a steel chair. He slides back in. He waits for Cody to get to his hands and knees. Whack! A sickening chair shot to the back. Whack! Another to the taped ribs. Owens wedges the chair between the turnbuckles. He grabs Cody by the hair, looking to lawn-dart him into the steel chair. Cody blocks it! He spins out, kicks Owens in the gut, and hits a Cody Cutter! Both men are down, the ring littered with the tools of their destruction, as the match crosses the ten-minute threshold.

At the ten-minute mark, the chaos subsides briefly as both men struggle to their knees. Cody, running on adrenaline, is the first to stand. He grabs the ladder lying in the center of the ring and sets it up directly under the championship. He begins the climb, favoring his bruised ribs with every step. Owens, shaking off the Cody Cutter, scrambles to his feet. He slides under the bottom rung and pulls Cody off the ladder by his ankle, slamming him face-first onto the canvas.

Owens whips Cody into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a Pop-Up Powerbomb... no! Cody leaps over Owens' head! Cody hits the ropes again—Disaster Kick attempt! But Owens catches Cody's leg mid-air! Owens spins him around and launches him with a release German Suplex... into the ladder standing in the corner! The ladder crashes down on top of Cody.

Owens grabs the fallen ladder and jams it throat-first into Cody, pinning him against the turnbuckle. Owens backs up, screams "This is my world!" and charges—Cannonball Splash into the ladder into Cody! The sound of steel crunching against bone is sickening. Owens drags the ladder to the center again. He climbs. He is halfway up when Cody, desperate, crawls over and starts tipping the ladder. Owens realizes what's happening and leaps off, landing on his feet, but stumbles. Cody hits a running knee strike!

Both men are down again. Cody rolls out of the ring, searching under the apron. He pulls out a second ladder, sliding it into the ring. He sets it up next to the first one. Now, two ladders stand side-by-side under the gold. Cody climbs one; Owens climbs the other. They meet at the apex. A slugfest breaks out fifteen feet in the air. Right hand by Owens! Left by Cody! Owens headbutts Cody, the sound amplified by the quiet tension of the crowd. Cody dazes but responds by raking Owens' eyes—a desperate, uncharacteristic move. He grabs Owens' head and smashes it off the top of the ladder!

Owens slumps, his leg getting tangled in the rungs. He is hanging upside down, defenseless! Cody looks at the title, then down at Owens. He reaches for the belt... but hesitates. The hatred takes over. Cody descends two rungs, positioning himself above the trapped Owens. He rains down punches on Owens' exposed midsection. Owens flails, trying to free his leg. He finally kicks loose, tumbling down to the mat in a heap.

Cody refocuses on the title. He reaches up... but Owens is back! Owens grabs a steel chair he had wedged in the corner earlier. He swings it like a baseball bat, cracking Cody across the back! CRACK! Cody screams, falling from the ladder to the canvas. Owens stands over the fallen champion, the chair raised high. He drives the edge of the chair down into Cody's taped ribs repeatedly. One! Two! Three times! The crowd boos deafeningly.

Owens wedges the chair between the top and middle turnbuckle in the corner. He grabs Cody by the hair, shouting, "You wanted to be the hero? Be a hero!" He tries to Irish whip Cody into the steel chair. Cody reverses it! Owens goes careening into the corner—head-first into the steel chair! CLANG! Owens stumbles backward, clutching his forehead. He pulls his hands away, and they are covered in crimson. A deep gash has opened above his right eye. Blood immediately begins to mask his vision, dripping onto his chest. The sight of his own blood seems to wake something primal in Owens, who wipes it across his face like war paint, grinning maniacally at Cody through the red veil.

At the fifteen-minute mark, the match descends into pure carnage. Cody Rhodes, seeing the blood on Owens' face, stops moving like a technical wrestler and starts moving like a predator. He roars, adrenaline overriding the pain in his ribs. He grabs the ten-foot ladder lying on the mat, hoisting it onto his shoulders. He spins violently! The "Helicopter" spin catches a charging Owens directly in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him, then catches him again on the backswing, sending Owens crashing into the ropes.

Cody doesn't stop. He wedges the ladder into the corner, between the middle and bottom turnbuckles. He grabs Owens by the waistband, dragging him to the center, and hits a stiff kick to the gut. Cody runs to the corner, steps onto the bottom rung of the wedged ladder, and launches himself backward—Disaster Kick! The boot connects flush with Owens' temple, driving his head back into the steel upright of the ladder. Owens collapses, his eyes glazed over.

Cody sees his chance. He sets up the main ladder in the center of the ring beneath the gold. He begins the climb, one painful step at a time. He reaches the top! His fingers brush the leather strap. But Owens is stirring. The Prizefighter crawls to the ladder, adrenaline masking the concussion. He shoves the ladder! Cody rides it down, leaping off at the last second to land on his feet. He turns—right into a kick to the gut! Owens hooks him. He throws him up—Pop-Up Powerbomb! But he doesn't throw him to the mat. He throws him onto the ladder wedged in the corner! The steel buckles under Cody's spine with a sickening crunch. Cody bounces off and lands face-first, motionless. When he lifts his head, blood is pouring from a deep gash on his forehead. Now, both men are wearing crimson masks, staring at each other through the red veil.

The twenty-minute mark brings the moment that will define the night. Kevin Owens rolls to the outside, limping heavily. He ignores the smaller ladders. He walks up the ramp and drags a monstrous, reinforced 15-foot ladder from the stage area down to ringside. He sets it up on the floor, looming over the Spanish Announce Table. He grabs the water bottles and monitors from the table, sweeping them violently aside. He drags the bloody, barely conscious Cody Rhodes out of the ring and lays him across the table.

Owens looks at the ladder. He looks at the crowd. He begins the climb. It takes him thirty seconds just to reach the top. He stands on the perilous platform, fifteen feet in the air. The stadium goes silent, 60,000 people holding their breath. Owens wipes the blood from his eyes. He screams, "This is what you wanted! Are you entertained?!" He extends his arms. He leaps.

SWANTON BOMB FROM THE HEAVENS!

Owens rotates perfectly in the air, crashing through Cody Rhodes and obliterating the announce table. The impact is catastrophic. Wood splinters, metal frames collapse, and bodies bounce. "Holy Sh*t!" chants erupt instantly, deafening and rhythmic. Referees sprint from the back to check on both men. Neither moves. They lay in the wreckage of the table for a solid two minutes, the only movement being the heaving of their chests as they fight for air.

Amidst the carnage, Kevin Owens is the first to show signs of life. He groans, rolling off the splintered remains of the table. He clutches his lower back, his face a mask of agony and blood. He grabs the ring apron, pulling himself up. He looks at Cody, who is still motionless. Owens stumbles, falling to one knee, but wills himself back up. He grabs Cody by the back of his tights and drags him toward the ring. He rolls Cody under the bottom rope, leaving him lying in a heap near the ropes.

Owens enters the ring. He looks at the central ladder, which is still standing. He begins the climb. Step. By. Step. It’s agonizingly slow. The crowd watches in hushed awe. He reaches the halfway point.

Suddenly, Cody Rhodes twitches. He grabs the bottom rope. He pulls himself up, his eyes glassy, face covered in crimson. He sees Owens climbing. Cody doesn't have the strength to run. He crawls. He crawls to the ladder. He doesn't try to tip it. He begins to climb the other side. It’s a race of the dead men.

Owens reaches the top. He puts a hand on the title. But Cody is there! Cody grabs Owens' wrist. Owens looks down, shock in his eyes. "Why won't you stay down?!" Owens screams. He smashes Cody in the face with a forearm. Cody barely flinches. He responds with a headbutt that sends blood flying from both men. They trade punches at the apex of the ladder, fifteen feet above the ring, swaying dangerously. The crowd is on its feet, a deafening roar filling the stadium.

Owens rakes Cody's eyes again, desperate to end it. He grabs Cody's head, slamming it into the top of the ladder. Cody slumps, his arms hooking through the rungs. Owens reaches for the title again. He unbuckles the strap! But he can't pull it free. Cody wakes up! He reaches through the rungs and grabs Owens by the throat! Owens gags. Cody pulls himself up, screaming in defiance. He hooks Owens' head. He is looking for a Cross Rhodes from the top of the ladder!

"No! Don't do it!" Michael Cole screams on commentary.

Owens fights it, blocking the move. He punches Cody in the ribs. He tries to push Cody off. But Cody holds on. He transitions. He gets his arm over Owens' head. He looks at the crowd one last time.

CROSS RHODES OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

Both men plunge fifteen feet through the air. They crash to the canvas with a sickening thud that shakes the ring posts. The impact is absolute. The crowd screams, then goes silent as neither man moves. They are sprawled in opposite directions, broken.

Cody Rhodes begins to stir. It’s pure instinct. He doesn't know where he is. He just knows he has to climb. He rolls onto his stomach. He crawls toward the ladder, which miraculously stayed upright. He grabs the bottom rung. He pulls himself up to his knees. He vomits slightly from the concussion but keeps moving.

Owens is moving too. He grabs Cody’s boot. He tries to pull him down. "Don't..." Owens wheezes. Cody looks down at his former friend. He kicks Owens in the face, breaking the grip. Owens falls back, defeated.

Cody climbs. One rung. Two rungs. He is sobbing, the emotion and pain overwhelming him. He reaches the top. He grabs the title that is now unbuckled, hanging loosely. He pulls it down.

The bell rings and Cody doesn't celebrate. He simply clutches the title to his chest and falls forward, draping his body over the top of the ladder. He hangs there, sobbing, blood dripping onto the canvas below. Medical staff enter the ring to check on Owens, who is writhing in pain. Cody slowly climbs down. The crowd is silent, not in boredom, but in reverence for the war they just witnessed. Cody checks his surroundings, his eyes finding Kevin Owens. Owens is being helped to a sitting position by two referees, holding his neck.

For a long moment, the two men just stare at each other. There is no handshake, no hug, no reconciliation. The brotherhood is gone, burned to ash in the fire of competition. Owens spits blood onto the canvas, shakes off the referees, and rolls out of the ring, limping up the ramp alone, refusing to look back. Cody watches him go, a mix of sadness and relief washing over his crimson-stained face. He slowly climbs the turnbuckle, raising the Undisputed Championship high above his head as pyro blasts from the stage. He is still the champion, but as the camera zooms in on his battered face, the question lingers: was the price too high? The screen fades to black on the image of a champion who kept his crown but lost his friend.

Commercial Break: WrestleMania 41

The screen fades from the bloody aftermath in the ring to the blinding, neon expanse of the Las Vegas Strip at night. A remix of "Viva Las Vegas" featuring heavy 808s kicks in. We see cinematic shots of the Bellagio Fountains dancing in sync with pyro blasts. Roman Reigns sits at a high-stakes poker table, sliding a stack of gold chips into the center. Bianca Belair spins a roulette wheel that lands on the WWE logo. Seth Rollins walks down the Strip in a suit made of sequins that reflect the city lights. The text "THE BIGGEST GAMBLE IN HISTORY" flashes across the screen. The camera flies into Allegiant Stadium, transformed into a spectacle of gold and purple. WrestleMania 41. April 19 & 20. Las Vegas. Tickets on Sale Now.

Commercial Break: Mountain Dew Pitch Black

The scene shifts to a dark, urban alleyway illuminated only by neon green graffiti. Damian Priest and Rhea Ripley are leaning against a muscle car. Priest cracks open a can of Mountain Dew Pitch Black. As the can opens, the graffiti on the walls comes to life—animated skeletons and demons start dancing and wrestling. Ripley takes a sip, and her eyes glow purple. "Unleash the Darkness," she whispers. The shadows in the alley morph into the Mountain Dew logo. The vibe is gritty, cool, and perfectly targeted for the late-night audience.

The Panel: Recap & Analysis

We cut live to the Kickoff Panel set, located high in a skybox overlooking the massive crowd inside Lucas Oil Stadium. The stadium is buzzing, a low hum of anticipation filling the air as the ring crew frantically clears the debris from the ladder match below.

Host Jackie Redmond stands between Big E and Bad News Barrett.

Jackie Redmond: "Welcome back to what has already been a historic night here in Indianapolis! We have seen titles defended, friendships destroyed, and a new face added to the Bloodline Civil War. Gentlemen, take a breath. What have we just witnessed?"

Big E: (Shaking his head, eyes wide) "I don't even know where to start, Jackie! My heart is still racing from that ladder match. Cody Rhodes and Kevin Owens didn't just wrestle; they took pieces of their souls and left them on that canvas. Cody Rhodes survived, but at what cost? He looked like a man who went through a car wash without a car! And Gunther? Good lord. He dismantled AJ Styles. That wasn't a match; that was a public execution."

Bad News Barrett: (Smirking, adjusting his cuffs) "Please, save the sympathy. Gunther did exactly what he said he would do. He restored order. He proved that flair and high-flying nonsense crumble before superior discipline. But if we're talking about destruction, we have to talk about the Bloodline. Solo Sikoa has lost control. He brought in a werewolf in Jacob Fatu, but Roman Reigns had an ace up his sleeve. Zilla Fatu! The son of Umaga! The family tree just got a lot more complicated, and frankly, a lot more violent."

Jackie Redmond: "And let's not forget the opener. IYO SKY outlasted twenty-nine other women to punch her ticket to WrestleMania. A truly emotional victory."

Big E: "Incredible! No Damage CTRL, no backup, just IYO SKY standing on her own two feet. That is how you start the Road to WrestleMania!"

Bad News Barrett: "It was a touching moment, I'll admit. But moments are fleeting. Reality is about to hit. We have one match left. The big one. Thirty men. A contract for the main event of WrestleMania. And looking at this field... I'm afraid I've got some bad news for anyone hoping for a fairytale ending. This is a shark tank."

Jackie Redmond: "It certainly is, Wade. John Cena, on his farewell tour. CM Punk, chasing the main event that has eluded him his entire life. Roman Reigns, hunting the men who stole his tribe. The stakes have never been higher. Let's look at the numbers."

Video Package: "Royal Rumble: By The Numbers"

The screen fades to black before a digital clock strikes zero, triggering an explosion of gold and white numbers that fill the void. The signature, high-octane score kicks in—a driving orchestral rhythm underscored by the relentless ticking of a stopwatch. A deep, commanding voiceover booms through the stadium: "It is the most chaotic, unpredictable, and prestigious hour in sports entertainment." The screen flashes with the number 30 in massive, three-dimensional gold font, rotating to reveal clips of thirty superstars charging the ring from decades past. "Thirty men enter. One immortal leaves." The graphic dissolves into a rapid montage of bodies flying over the top rope—Shawn Michaels skinning the cat, Kofi Kingston’s miraculous saves, and the sheer force of giants clearing the ring.

The narrative shifts to the weight of history. "Since 1988, 1,216 superstars have crossed these ropes," the narrator continues as a digital counter spins wildly, blurring past names like Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold Steve Austin, and The Rock before settling on the face of John Cena. "But destiny favors the few." The screen splits, showing the extremes of fortune. On the left, the number 1 appears in icy blue. We see Shawn Michaels in 1995 and Edge in 2021, enduring the gauntlet to win from the opening bell. "Only three have survived the distance from the very beginning." On the right, the number 30 burns in fiery red. We see The Undertaker in 2007 and John Cena in 2008 making their triumphant, late-game entrances. "Only two have claimed victory from the final spot. Tonight, the draw is not just a number; it is a sentence."

The tempo accelerates, matching the violence on screen. The number 13 smashes onto the screen, cracked and rugged. "Dominance is measured in eliminations." We see Braun Strowman roaring as he tosses bodies like ragdolls, followed by Brock Lesnar F-5ing competitors over the top rope with terrifying ease. "But survival is measured in seconds." The graphic shifts to 0:00:01. The stadium laughs as Santino Marella’s record-breaking elimination plays, juxtaposed immediately with the grueling 1:16:05 record held by Daniel Bryan, showing the physical toll of the marathon. The music swells to a thunderous crescendo, the ticking clock growing louder and faster. "Stats define the past, but tonight, they are shattered." Fast cuts of the current field assault the screen: Roman Reigns delivering a Spear, CM Punk checking his watch, Bron Breakker shattering a turnbuckle. "One Ring. One Victor. One Ticket to WrestleMania. The Road begins... NOW."

Ring Announcer Introduction

The video package fades to black, leaving the audience in suspense for a heartbeat before the house lights in Lucas Oil Stadium are cut completely. A single, piercing white spotlight snaps on in the center of the ring, illuminating Alicia Taylor. She stands poised, the microphone raised, her voice echoing with the gravity of the moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announces, her voice reverberating through the hushed stadium, "it is now time for the Main Event of the Evening!" The crowd erupts, a release of tension built up over four hours. "The following contest is the 30-Man Royal Rumble Match!"

Alicia pauses, letting the cheer swell. "The rules are as follows: Two superstars will start the match. Every ninety seconds, a new superstar will enter the ring. Competitors are eliminated when they are thrown over the top rope, and both feet touch the floor." She gestures toward the massive WrestleMania 41 sign hanging high above the south end zone. "The last man standing will earn a main event championship opportunity at WrestleMania!"

Entrant #1: CM Punk

"Introducing first... the participant who drew number one..."

Static.

The scratchy static of "Cult of Personality" shreds the silence. The stadium explodes with a reaction that registers on the richter scale. CM Punk walks out onto the stage. He isn't wearing his usual hoodie or taping his wrists on the way down; he is already taped, already sweating, looking like a fighter walking to the cage. He wears long tights featuring the colors of the Chicago flag, but stained with a gritty, urban texture. He stops at the top of the ramp, dropping to one knee. He checks an imaginary watch. "IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!" he screams, and 60,000 people scream it with him.

Punk marches down the long ramp. He doesn't high-five the fans. His eyes are locked on the empty ring. He knows the mountain he has to climb. Entering at number one is a death sentence for most, but for Punk, it feels like destiny. He climbs the steel steps, wipes his boots on the apron, and steps through the ropes. He climbs the turnbuckle, raising a fist to the sky, soaking in the mixed chants of "CM Punk!" and the lingering boos from the faction wars. He hops down and walks to the center of the ring. He doesn't pace. He sits. He crosses his legs in the middle of the canvas, channeling his calmest self, closing his eyes. He is the monk in the middle of the riot waiting to happen.

Entrant #2: Seth "Freakin" Rollins

"And his opponent... the participant who drew number two..."

“BURN IT DOWN!”

The aggressive scream triggers a pyrotechnic shockwave. Flames shoot up from the entire length of the entrance ramp. Seth "Freakin" Rollins emerges from the fire. He is dressed in an outlandish, flamboyant robe made of reflective silver and neon green scales, with giant feathered shoulders that make him look like a phoenix rising from the ashes. He stands at the top of the stage, throwing his arms wide, conducting the choir of 60,000 people who immediately begin singing his theme song. “Ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh!”

Rollins dances down the ramp, but there is a manic edge to his movement. He laughs to himself, pointing at the seated Punk. He knows exactly who he is facing. This isn't just a match; it's a philosophical war. Rollins slides into the ring, strutting around the seated Punk. He plays to the hard cam, cupping his ear to amplify the singing crowd. He removes the robe, revealing ring gear that matches the flashy aesthetic. He stands over Punk, looking down with a sneer. Punk slowly opens his eyes. He looks up at Rollins. Punk smirks, uncrossing his legs, and stands up.

The Bell Rings (Entrants #1 & #2)

The bell rings, piercing the deafening roar of 60,000 fans in Lucas Oil Stadium. CM Punk and Seth Rollins stand nose-to-nose in the center of the ring, the tension thick enough to choke on. For the first ten seconds, neither man moves; they just let the "CM Punk" and "Whoa-Oh" chants wash over them. Then, the dam breaks. They collide instantly, a blur of fists and fury. It’s a hockey fight, ugly and personal, neither man blocking, just swinging for the fences. Punk gains the upper hand, driving a knee into Rollins' gut, doubling him over, and following up with a stiff Mongolian chop to the chest that echoes through the arena.

Rollins stumbles back but uses the ropes to rebound with a slingblade that plants Punk face-first. Rollins pops up, adrenaline surging. He plays to the crowd, conducting their singing for a brief second, but Punk nips up behind him! Punk grabs Rollins—hoisting him for the GTS less than forty-five seconds into the match! Rollins panics, raining elbows down on Punk's neck to slip out the back. Rollins lands on his feet and immediately looks for the Stomp, but Punk rolls out of the way just in time.

They scramble to their feet, staring at each other from opposite sides of the ring, breathing heavy. The realization sets in: they know each other's playbooks perfectly. Punk extends a hand, feigning a moment of respect. As Rollins hesitates, Punk slaps him across the face! Enraged, Rollins charges, tackling Punk into the corner. He stomps a mudhole in the "Best in the World," screaming "This is my company!" with every impact. Rollins grabs Punk by the hair and tries to leverage him over the top rope, but Punk clings to the top cable. Punk fights back with a desperate eye rake and a roundhouse kick to the temple that drops Rollins. Both men are down, battered and exhausted already, as the clock appears on the TitanTron. 10... 9... 8...

Entrant #3: JD McDonagh

The buzzer sounds. The Judgment Day's theme hits, and JD McDonagh sprints down the ramp, seeing a golden opportunity to pick the bones of two exhausted icons. He slides into the ring, ducking a groggy clothesline from Punk. He hits a dropkick to Punk’s knee, bringing the veteran down, then immediately kips up to deliver a spinning enzuigiri to a charging Rollins. JD is a blur of motion, playing the speedster against the heavy hitters. He climbs to the top rope, looking for a moonsault on Punk, but Rollins crotches him on the turnbuckle!

Rollins climbs up, looking for a superplex, but Punk slips underneath, putting Rollins in the Powerbomb position. It’s the Tower of Doom! Punk powerbombs Rollins, who superplexes JD! The ring shakes. All three men are down. JD is the first to stir, crawling toward Punk. He tries to throw Punk over the top rope, but he lacks the strength. Punk fights back with elbows. Rollins joins the fray, grabbing JD by the hair.

Rollins and Punk lock eyes. A silent, temporary truce is formed. Rollins whips JD into the corner hard—Buckle Bomb! As JD stumbles out of the corner, Punk is waiting. He hits the rising knee in the corner! He pulls JD out for the bulldog but releases him halfway, shoving him straight into a Superkick from Rollins! JD spins around, dazed, right onto Punk’s shoulders. GTS! The knee connects flush. Punk grabs the unconscious McDonagh by the tights and the neck, casually tossing him over the top rope like a bag of trash. JD McDonagh is eliminated (Elimination #1).

The truce evaporates instantly. Punk turns to smirk at Rollins, but Rollins catches him with a slingblade! Rollins goes for the Stomp again, but Punk catches the foot! He transitions into the Anaconda Vise! Rollins screams, clawing at Punk's face to break the grip as the clock ticks down.

Entrant #4: Jey Uso

"IT'S JUST ME UCE!" The stadium erupts in a sea of blue light as Jey Uso emerges. He isn't dancing; he's clutching his ribs, heavily taped from the earlier war with the Bloodline. He slides into the ring, wincing. Rollins breaks free from Punk and charges Jey, but Jey ducks and hits a Superkick to the gut, followed by a fierce uppercut that rocks the Visionary.

Punk tries to capitalize on Jey's injury, rushing in with a knee to the ribs. Jey absorbs the pain and explodes with a Superkick to Punk’s jaw! "YEET!" the crowd screams. Jey is running on pure adrenaline. He hits a running hip attack on Rollins in the corner, but the impact jars his own broken ribs. He collapses to his knees, gasping for air. Punk sees the weakness. The cerebral assassin takes over. He grabs Jey, driving a knee repeatedly into the taped oblique. Punk locks in a standing Abdominal Stretch, digging his elbow deep into the injury. Jey screams in agony, his face contorted.

Rollins recovers, seeing Punk vulnerable while holding the submission. He charges, looking to eliminate both men with a clothesline over the top! Punk releases Jey and ducks. Jey, running on instinct, catches Rollins with a Samoan Drop! All three men are down again, the wear and tear accumulating rapidly. The countdown begins for entrant number five, the crowd buzzing with anticipation for who comes next to join this ring of champions.

Entrant #5: John Cena

The buzzer sounds. The opening horns of "The Time is Now" blast through the speakers. The reaction is a mixture of thunderous cheers and respectful applause. John Cena walks out, his towel reading "The Final Run." He doesn't run to the ring; he marches with purpose. He salutes the crowd, knowing this is his last Royal Rumble. He slides into the ring, and the atmosphere shifts instantly. The fighting stops. CM Punk releases his grip on Jey Uso. Seth Rollins pulls himself up in the corner, wiping sweat from his brow. Jey Uso leans against the ropes, clutching his ribs.

Cena stands in the center, looking at the three men surrounding him. He looks at Rollins—his old rival. He looks at Punk—his greatest foil. The history between the three men hangs heavy in the air. Punk breaks the silence first, stepping forward with a smirk. He throws a right hand at Cena. Cena blocks it. Punch. Block. Punch. Block. Cena fires back with a right cross that staggers Punk! You Can't See Me! Cena hits the ropes, ducking a clothesline from Rollins, and levels Punk with a flying shoulder tackle! Rollins charges, and Cena hits a shoulder tackle on him too!

The "Moves of Doom" are in full effect. Punk gets up, swinging wild—Cena ducks and plants him with a Protobomb (Spin-out Powerbomb)! Jey Uso tries to stop the momentum with a superkick, but Cena catches the foot! He spins Jey around and hits a second Protobomb on the "Main Event" Uso! The crowd is electric. Cena stands over Jey, brushes off his shoulder, and hits the Five Knuckle Shuffle!

Cena waits for Punk to rise. He stalks him. As Punk turns, Cena hoists him up for the Attitude Adjustment! He runs toward the ropes to dump him out, but Punk grabs the top rope in desperation! Punk slides off Cena's shoulders, landing on the apron, saving himself by inches. Cena turns around, and Rollins is waiting—kick to the gut! Rollins goes for the Pedigree! Cena counters! He stands tall, flipping Rollins over with a massive Back Body Drop! Rollins sails high, his legs hitting the top rope, and he tumbles over to the apron, barely hanging on next to Punk. Cena stands alone in the center of the ring, breathing heavy, having neutralized everyone in under ninety seconds. He checks the clock as the countdown begins for number six.

Entrant #6: Finn Bálor

The Judgment Day's theme screeches again. Finn Bálor sprints down the ramp, eyes wild with vengeance for JD McDonagh. He slides into the ring like a missile, ducking a clothesline from John Cena and beelining straight for CM Punk, who is still recovering on the apron. Finn hits a springboard enzuigiri that nearly knocks Punk to the floor, but Punk hooks his leg on the bottom rope to survive. Finn turns around into a chop from Cena, but the Prince uses his speed to hit a Slingblade on the G.O.A.T.!

Cena stumbles into the corner. Finn charges—Shotgun Dropkick! Cena collapses, the wind knocked out of him. Finn is a blur. He spots Jey Uso trying to get to his feet. Finn targets the taped ribs immediately, delivering a double foot stomp to Jey's midsection. Jey gasps, curling into a ball. Finn grabs Jey, looking to throw him out, but Seth Rollins intervenes. Rollins spins Finn around, looking for a Pedigree. Finn counters with a double-leg takedown and a standing double foot stomp to Rollins' chest.

The ring is chaotic. Five main event talents are brawling. Punk slides back in, catching Finn with a roundhouse kick. Punk goes for the GTS on Finn, but Finn counters mid-air, landing on his feet and hitting a 1916 (Reverse Bloody Sunday) on Punk! All five men are down. The ring is a graveyard of broken bodies as the clock counts down. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

Entrant #7: Bron Breakker

The sirens blare. BARK! BARK! The stadium shakes as Bron Breakker bursts through the curtain. He hits the ring at a full sprint, sliding under the bottom rope with terrifying velocity. Finn Bálor is the first victim—Bron cuts him in half with a Spear that sends Finn flying across the ring! Seth Rollins charges; Bron catches him—Spear! Rollins folds up like an accordion.

The crowd roars as John Cena stands up, staring down the rookie. It’s the Past vs. The Future. Bron smirks, barking in Cena’s face. Cena throws a right hand; Bron absorbs it, barely flinching. Bron grabs Cena, screams, and launches him across the ring with an overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Cena lands hard on his neck.

CM Punk, the veteran, tries to outsmart the rookie. He peppers Bron with chops. Chop! Chop! Chop! Bron just gets angrier. Punk tries to run the ropes, but Bron nearly decapitates him with a Steiner-line! The impact flips Punk over the top rope! Punk manages to grab the rope on the way down, dangling by one hand, feet inches from the floor. He pulls himself back to the apron, eyes wide with shock.

Bron sees Jey Uso in the corner. He charges for a spear to end Jey's night. Jey, sensing the movement, sidesteps at the last second! Bron goes shoulder-first into the ring post with a sickening metallic clang. He staggers back, dazed but not down. Bron shakes the cobwebs loose, turning around just in time to catch a flying Finn Bálor in a military press! He presses Finn high above his head, walks to the ropes, and threatens to throw him into the third row, but Seth Rollins chop-blocks Bron’s knee, saving Finn but leaving the monster angry and limping as the next entrant arrives.

Entrant #8: Carmelo Hayes

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Carmelo Hayes

"I AM HIM." Carmelo Hayes swaggers out, looking to pick the bones of the battered field. He enters the ring with supreme confidence, immediately going for the high-flying offense. He hits a springboard clothesline on a recovering Finn Bálor, sending the Judgment Day leader reeling. He turns and catches John Cena with a Codebreaker! Melo pops up, taunting the legends, shouting "This is my era!" to the camera.

He spots Bron Breakker recovering in the corner, nursing his knee. Melo charges, looking for a splash, but Bron catches him mid-air with terrifying ease! Bron presses Melo over his head effortlessly in a military press. He walks to the ropes and tosses Melo onto the apron like a dart. Melo lands on his feet! He hits a superkick through the ropes that stuns Bron. Melo springboards back in—Nothing But Net (leg drop) on the standing Bron Breakker! The rookie has stunned the monster, bringing Bron to one knee for the first time in the match.

Melo isn't done. He sees Seth Rollins leaning against the turnbuckle. He goes for a tilt-a-whirl DDT, but Rollins counters, holding Melo in place. CM Punk, back in the ring, hits a running knee to Melo's gut while Rollins holds him. The briefest of alliances forms again as the veterans try to eliminate the rookie. They try to dump Melo, but he clings to the ropes, showcasing his resilience as the clock ticks down.

Entrant #9: Dominik Mysterio

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Carmelo Hayes, Dominik Mysterio (Outside)

The heat is nuclear. You can't even hear the entrance music over the boos. Dominik Mysterio walks out slowly, flanked by the remnants of Judgment Day security. He stops at the top of the ramp, adjusting his gloves, soaking in the hate. He walks halfway down, then stops again. He teases entering the ring, putting one boot on the steps, but pulls it back as he sees Bron Breakker pulverizing Carmelo Hayes with a Steiner-line that turns Melo inside out in the center of the ring. Dom drops back to the floor, laughing. "Not yet, essay!" he shouts at the referee, refusing to enter the match with "these animals," opting to wait it out on the outside while the veterans destroy each other.

Inside the ring, the action is relentless. John Cena has recovered from Melo's earlier attack. He grabs Finn Bálor and tries to eliminate him with an Attitude Adjustment over the top rope! Finn desperately grabs the top rope, dangling precariously, fighting Cena’s grip. In the opposite corner, Seth Rollins and CM Punk are back at each other's throats. Rollins tries to dump Punk, but Punk bites Rollins' hand! Punk hits a high knee in the corner, then looks for the bulldog, but Rollins shoves him off.

Dominik, prowling ringside like a hyena, finally sees an opening. Jey Uso is down near the ropes, gasping for air, clutching his injured ribs. Dom slides into the ring, stealthy and quick. He stomps Jey once in the gut, then grabs his legs. He tries to throw Jey out under the bottom rope—which wouldn't eliminate him—realizes his mistake, and tries to lift the dead weight of Jey Uso over the top! Jey hangs on, chopping Dom in the throat. Dom panics as the countdown begins for the next entrant. The crowd starts counting: 10... 9... 8... Dom realizes he’s exposed. He tries to slide back out under the bottom rope to safety, scrambling on all fours.

He makes it out... but he runs right into a wall. A massive, sweaty wall. He looks up. And up. It’s the chest of Braun Strowman, who is making his way down for the #10 spot. The Monster of All Monsters stares down at Dominik with a wide, sadistic grin. Dom gulps, realizing his strategy has backfired spectacularly. He tries to run past Strowman, but Braun grabs him by the back of his tactical vest, lifting his feet off the ground as if he weighs nothing.

Entrant #10: Braun Strowman

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Carmelo Hayes, Braun Strowman, Dominik Mysterio

Braun Strowman roars with laughter, holding a flailing, screaming Dominik Mysterio in the air like a child’s toy. Braun doesn't bother walking to the steps; he simply hurls Dominik over the top rope into the ring! Dom soars through the air, crashing onto the canvas with a sickening thud, bouncing uncontrollably into the center of the ring. The impact momentarily stops the other fights as everyone looks at the heap that used to be Dominik. Braun climbs the steps, rips his shirt open, and steps over the top rope, entering the match with bad intentions. He is a house of fire. Finn Bálor charges him—Braun swats him away like a fly. Seth Rollins tries a springboard knee—Braun catches him mid-air and plants him with a one-handed chokeslam into the corner! John Cena tries to rally, throwing a right hand, but Braun headbutts the 16-time champion, dropping him instantly.

Carmelo Hayes, trying to make a name for himself, leaps from the top rope for a crossbody. Braun catches Melo in mid-air! He shifts his grip, powerslamming the rookie into the mat with earth-shaking force. Braun picks Melo up effortlessly, walks to the ropes, and tosses him out like a lawn dart. Carmelo Hayes is eliminated (Elimination #2).

Braun turns his attention to the other powerhouse, Bron Breakker. The crowd buzzes, realizing what's happening. "Meat Mania!" chants begin to ripple through the stadium. The two bulls lock eyes. They collide in the center of the ring, trading heavy rights. Thud! Thud! Neither man backs down. Breakker hits the ropes for a shoulder tackle—Braun doesn't budge. Braun hits the ropes—Breakker absorbs it! They both hit the ropes and collide with a double clothesline, neither man falling, but the impact shakes the ring ropes violently. They roar in each other's faces, grabbing each other by the throat as the countdown begins for number eleven.

Entrant #11: Drew McIntyre

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Braun Strowman, Dominik Mysterio, Drew McIntyre

The bagpipes scream, cutting through the chaos like a war horn. Drew McIntyre storms onto the stage, Angela the sword in hand, but his eyes are fixed with laser intensity on one man: CM Punk. He doesn't pose. He slams the sword into the stage grating and sprints down the ramp, a 280-pound missile of Scottish fury. He slides into the ring, bypassing Seth Rollins and Jey Uso completely. Punk sees him coming and tries to mount an offense, swinging a wild right hand, but Drew absorbs it and delivers a thunderous Glasgow Kiss headbutt that drops the Second City Saint instantly!

Drew mounts Punk, raining down stiff, piston-like punches, screaming "I told you I'd end this! I told you!" Punk covers up, trying to survive the onslaught. Drew drags Punk up by his hair, not looking to eliminate him, but to maim him. He tosses Punk through the middle ropes to the floor (not an elimination). Drew slides out after him. This isn't about the Rumble anymore; it's a street fight. Drew grabs Punk and whips him violently into the steel barricade. The impact rattles the timekeeper's area. Punk fights back, raking Drew's eyes and shoving him into the ring apron. They brawl into the crowd, trading blows among the terrified fans in the front row. Drew grabs a fan's drink and splashes it in Punk's face before chopping him across the chest. Punk responds by grabbing a steel chair from a ringside technician—he swings, but Drew punches the chair into Punk's face!

Meanwhile, inside the ring, the heavyweights are colliding. Braun Strowman and Bron Breakker are trading heavy shots in the corner. John Cena is battling Finn Bálor. Dominik Mysterio, recovering from his earlier flight, spots Braun Strowman staggering back from a Bron Breakker clothesline. Dom decides to use the Monster as a human shield, hiding behind Braun to avoid John Cena. Braun feels something touching his back, turns around, and sees Dom cowering. Annoyed, Braun grabs Dom by the throat with one hand, lifting him into the air for a chokeslam. Dom screams for help. Finn Bálor breaks away from Cena and hits a desperate chop block to the back of Braun's knee! Braun drops Dom, roaring in pain as he falls to one knee. The ring is a swirl of motion as the clock counts down for number twelve.

Entrant #12: Joe Hendry

In Ring: CM Punk (Outside), Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Braun Strowman, Dominik Mysterio, Drew McIntyre (Outside), Joe Hendry

"SAY HIS NAME AND HE APPEARS..." The video screen flashes with the meme-worthy face of Joe Hendry, followed by the TNA logo. The crowd erupts, clapping along to the catchy theme song. Hendry struts down the ramp with a microphone in hand, beaming. "Indianapolis... I believe!" He slides into the ring, soaking in the moment. Finn Bálor charges him, but Hendry catches him with a sleek neckbreaker. Dominik Mysterio tries to chop him, but Hendry absorbs it, smiles, and delivers a stalling suplex that showcases his deceptive power.

Braun Strowman looms over him. Hendry isn't intimidated. He claps his hands in rhythm, getting the crowd to chant "I Believe!" Braun roars, but before he can attack, Bron Breakker blindsides Braun with a clothesline. Hendry capitalizes, hitting a clothesline on the staggered Monster. He plays to the crowd, the charismatic wildcard adding a new energy to the match.

Entrant #13: Logan Paul

In Ring: CM Punk (Outside), Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Braun Strowman, Dominik Mysterio, Drew McIntyre (Outside), Joe Hendry, Logan Paul

The heat somehow gets louder. Logan Paul makes his entrance, filming himself with a selfie stick, laughing at the fans booing him. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, immediately ducking a clothesline from Seth Rollins. He spins around, holding the camera up, "Missed me!" he yells into the lens. He turns and sees Joe Hendry. The Viral Sensation vs. The Meme Machine. Logan points the camera at Hendry, mocking his "I Believe" pose. Hendry smiles, poses for the selfie cam, and then flashes a million-dollar grin. Logan sneers and tries to sucker punch him, but Hendry blocks it! Hendry grabs Logan's wrist, twists it, and hits a short-arm clothesline that knocks the phone out of Logan's hand. The crowd cheers as the selfie stick skitters across the canvas.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Drew McIntyre and CM Punk have brawled their way back to the ringside area. Drew tries to powerbomb Punk onto the apron, but Punk grabs the ropes and kicks Drew away. Drew stumbles back into the barricade. Punk dives off the apron with a clothesline! Both men lie in the debris of the ringside mats, battered and bruised, but neither has been eliminated. They roll back into the ring under the bottom rope, bringing their personal war back into the squared circle as the countdown begins.

Entrant #14: R-Truth

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Braun Strowman, Dominik Mysterio, Drew McIntyre, Joe Hendry, Logan Paul, R-Truth

"WHAT'S UP!" R-Truth enters the arena, but he's not looking at the ring; he's looking up at the sky. He is carrying a 10-foot aluminum ladder, dragging it down the ramp with a confused determination. The crowd laughs as Truth slides the ladder into the ring. He sets it up dead center, right between John Cena and Finn Bálor, who stop fighting to watch.

Truth begins to climb. He ascends to the top, reaching out to grab a briefcase that isn't there. "I see it, Little Jimmy! I see the contract!" he shouts. John Cena, shaking his head, leans against the ropes. "Truth! It's the Royal Rumble! There's no briefcase!" Cena yells. Truth looks down, bewildered. "My bad, John! My bad! I thought this was July!"

Braun Strowman has seen enough. The Monster of All Monsters walks over to the ladder. He doesn't climb it. He simply places one massive hand on the side. Truth looks down at Braun. "Hey Braun... you want a boost?" Strowman growls and shoves the ladder over! Truth screams as he rides the ladder down, tumbling over the top rope and crashing hard to the floor on the outside! R-Truth is eliminated (Elimination #3). Truth stands up on the outside, dusting himself off, looking at the Wrestlemania sign. "I still got time!" he yells before wandering to the back.

Inside the ring, the distraction is over. Joe Hendry is celebrating near the ropes, playing to the crowd after landing a punch on Logan Paul. He turns around right into the grasp of Bron Breakker. Breakker catches Hendry by the throat and the belt. With a roar of pure power, Bron lifts Hendry high into the air—Military Press! He walks to the ropes and launches Hendry like a javelin over the top rope. Hendry flies into the third row! Joe Hendry is eliminated (Elimination #4).

Dominik Mysterio thinks he sees an opportunity. He sneaks up behind Braun Strowman, trying to tip the monster over the top rope while Braun is watching Breakker. Braun doesn't even budge. He turns slowly. Dom freezes. "Chill, big man! Chill!" Dom pleads. Braun grabs Dom by the throat. But Bron Breakker sees the other alpha in the ring is distracted. Breakker hits the ropes, reaching maximum velocity. SPEAR! He spears Braun Strowman so hard that the Monster stumbles backward, hitting the ropes hard. Strowman is left staggering, hanging precariously over the top rope, stunned but not eliminated. Dominik Mysterio, seeing the giant helpless, rushes from behind, screams "Later, deadbeat!" and shoves Strowman the final few inches! Braun Strowman is eliminated (Elimination #5). The crowd is stunned—the rookie and the coward teamed up to eliminate the giant! Dominik Mysterio collapses in the corner, celebrating the elimination as if he did all the work himself.

Entrant #15: Ilja Dragunov

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Dominik Mysterio, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov

The TitanTron flickers, and for a heart-stopping second, the name "GUNTHER" flashes in bold white letters. The stadium gasps, thinking the World Champion is entering the Rumble to double his gold! But the screen glitches violently, the name dissolving into "ILJA DRAGUNOV" as the intense, operatic choir of his theme song explodes. The "Mad Dragon" storms onto the stage, his eyes bulging, veins popping in his neck like cables. He doesn't walk; he marches with a terrifying, vibrating energy, looking like a conductor of violence.

Ilja slides into the ring and makes a beeline for the most dangerous man standing: Bron Breakker. The two bulls meet in the center. No words. Just violence. Ilja unleashes a knife-edge chop that sounds like a whip crack echoing through the dome. Bron roars, absorbing it, and chops him back with equal force. They trade blows, chest-to-chest, neither giving an inch. Ilja screams, ducking a lariat, and explodes off the ropes with the Torpedo Moscow! The impact sends Breakker flying off his feet for the first time since his entry, crashing into the corner turnbuckles.

Seth Rollins tries to blindside Ilja with a superkick, but Ilja catches the foot. He captures Rollins' waist, deadlifting the Visionary for a high-angle German Suplex! Rollins lands high on his shoulders. Dominik Mysterio, seeing Ilja down, tries to jump on his back for a sleeper. Ilja simply leans forward, snapping Dominik over his head with a judo throw. Ilja stands in the center of the ring, roaring at the ceiling, challenging the entire field. Drew McIntyre steps up to the challenge. The Scottish Warrior vs. The Mad Dragon. They trade stiff Glasgow chops, turning each other's chests beet red in seconds, neither man willing to back down.

Entrant #16: Sheamus

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Dominik Mysterio, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Sheamus

"FELLA!" The arena is bathed in blinding white light. Sheamus marches out, pounding his chest, looking energized. He enters the ring and immediately spots Logan Paul, who is trying to recover on the apron after a scrape with Jey Uso. Sheamus grabs Logan by the back of his vest and yanks him up against the ropes, trapping his arms. The crowd knows exactly what time it is.

Sheamus rips Logan's vest open, exposing his chest. Beats of the Bodhran! "ONE!" The crowd chants. "TWO! THREE!" Logan screams in pain with every strike, his chest turning a violent shade of red. Sheamus doesn't stop at ten. "ELEVEN! TWELVE!" He plays to the crowd, getting to twenty massive strikes before shoving a wheezing Logan back into the ring. Finn Bálor charges his fellow Irishman, but Sheamus catches him with a devastating Brogue Kick! Finn crumbles to the mat.

Sheamus turns around and comes face-to-face with Drew McIntyre. The crowd buzzes. The former "Banger Bros" are reunited. They stare at each other, a smile creeping across both faces. They nod—and immediately start punching each other in the face! It’s a friendly, violent slugfest between the two heavyweights. They trade shots into the corner, ignoring the rest of the match, happy just to be fighting each other.

Meanwhile, CM Punk and John Cena are battling near the ropes, trying to eliminate Bron Breakker together. They lift the rookie, but Bron's strength is too much; he shoves both legends away, sending them stumbling back. The ring is filling up with volatile elements as the countdown begins for number seventeen.

Entrant #17: Oba Femi

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Dominik Mysterio, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Sheamus, Oba Femi

The ground shakes as the NXT North American Champion, Oba Femi, walks out, looking like a monolith carved from obsidian. He steps over the top rope without touching it, entering the land of giants. He walks straight to Bron Breakker, who has just finished clearing his corner. The crowd buzzes, sensing a collision of the future. "Meat Mania!" chants start rippling through the stadium.

They collide in the center. Shoulder block by Bron—Oba doesn't move. Shoulder block by Oba—Bron stumbles but stays up. They roar in each other's faces and trade massive headbutts that sound like coconuts cracking. Oba hits the ropes for a clothesline, but Bron ducks and tries to lift Oba for a German Suplex! Oba is too heavy. He powers out, hitting Bron with a brutal Pop-Up Uppercut that staggers the Alpha Wolf. Oba Femi then hoists the Alpha Wolf up and plants him with a scoop Bodyslam! The crowd goes wild for the display of raw power.

Sheamus and Drew McIntyre, distracted from their personal brawl by the sheer size of Oba, turn their attention to the new threat. They charge Oba Femi together, a double clothesline attempt. Oba absorbs the hit, roars, and shoves both men back across the ring! He grabs a staggering Sheamus and drops him with a powerful Spinebuster!

Logan Paul, trying to capitalize on the chaos, charges Oba Femi. Oba catches the YouTuber with ease, holding him captive. He shifts his grip and hits a massive Military Press Drop, slamming Logan Paul into the center of the mat! Logan lies gasping for air, clutching his ribs, but remains in the match.

Oba turns, catching Ilja Dragunov in a corner. He delivers a rapid-fire series of clubbing forearms before attempting to lift Ilja for an elimination. Ilja fights back with desperate chops and elbows, clinging to the top rope for dear life as the clock ticks down for number eighteen.

Entrant #18: LA Knight

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Dominik Mysterio, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Sheamus, Oba Femi, LA Knight

"L... A... KNIGHT! YEAH!" The megastar arrives. The crowd pops huge. Knight sprints to the ring, sliding in and ducking a clothesline from Logan Paul. He hits the ropes and levels Logan with a powerslam. He stands up, pointing to the crowd—"YEAH!" Ilja Dragunov charges, but Knight catches him with a jumping neckbreaker. "YEAH!" Knight is on fire. He sees Dominik Mysterio trying to hide in the corner. Knight grabs him, spins him around, and delivers a stiff right hand that sends Dom reeling.

Knight grabs Finn Bálor, whipping him into the ropes. Knight looks for a back body drop, but Finn stops, kicking Knight in the chest. Finn hits the ropes, but Oba Femi intercepts him with a shoulder block that sends Finn tumbling through the ropes onto the apron. Finn hangs on, dangling precariously.

Dominik Mysterio sees his mentor vulnerable. The crowd watches, confused, as Dom looks around to see if anyone is watching. He creeps up behind Finn. He puts his hands on Finn’s back and pushes! He's trying to eliminate the leader of Judgment Day! Finn manages to hook his legs around the bottom rope, saving himself by inches. He pulls himself up, staring daggers at Dominik. Dom freezes, hands up in a "surrender" pose. "I slipped! I slipped, Finn!" Dom pleads.

Finn vaults back into the ring over the top rope. He doesn't say a word. He walks right up to Dominik. Dom tries to hug him. Finn hits a Shotgun Dropkick that blasts Dominik into the corner! Finn grabs a dazed Dominik by the back of his tactical vest and his tights. With a roar of frustration, Finn hurls Dominik Mysterio over the top rope! Dominik Mysterio is eliminated (Elimination #6).

Dominik crashes to the floor. He stands up, eyes wide with shock. He starts screaming at Finn. "You need me! You're nothing without me!" He kicks the steel steps, hurting his own foot, hopping around in a rage. He tears his shirt, throwing a full tantrum at ringside, screaming "I hate you!" at Finn until referees have to usher him to the back. Finn watches him go, stone-faced, before turning back around—right into a BFT from LA Knight!

Knight stands tall in the center, controlling the ring as the countdown begins for the next entrant.

Entrant #19: Solo Sikoa

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Sheamus, Oba Femi, LA Knight, Solo Sikoa

The mood darkens. The heavy bass of "Taking It All" vibrates through the stadium. Solo Sikoa emerges, but unlike earlier in the night, he walks alone. The Ula Fala is absent, left in the back for safekeeping. He marches down the ramp with the terrifying focus of a hitman, ignoring the jeers of the crowd. He is here for business.

Sheamus, ever the brawler, doesn't wait for an invitation. He meets Solo as he steps through the ropes. The two heavy hitters trade stiff rights in the center of the ring. Thud! Thud! LA Knight sees an opportunity to take out the fresh man and joins the fray, grabbing Solo's arm. Ilja Dragunov sprints over, unleashing a blistering chop to Solo's chest!

Solo roars, absorbing the pain. He creates separation with a violent headbutt to Ilja that drops the Mad Dragon. He catches a punch from LA Knight and delivers a Spinning Solo (Spinning Uranage) that plants the Megastar in the center of the ring.

Sheamus is back up. He screams "Fella!" and charges for the Brogue Kick! Solo stands his ground. He catches Sheamus's boot mid-air! He spins the Celtic Warrior around. Sheamus turns back—right into the Samoan Spike! The thumb drives into Sheamus's throat. Sheamus gags, clutching his neck, knees buckling. Solo grabs him by the back of the trunks and the neck, casually dumping the dead weight of the former World Champion over the top rope. Sheamus is eliminated (Elimination #7).

Solo stands alone in the center of the chaos, flexing his taped thumb. across the ring, Jey Uso locks eyes with his younger brother. The crowd buzzes as the two members of the Bloodline stare each other down, but Bron Breakker crashes into Solo from the side, breaking the tension and restarting the brawl as the clock counts down.

Entrant #20: Jacob Fatu

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Jey Uso, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Oba Femi, LA Knight, Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu

The digital clock strikes zero, and the buzzer screams through the arena, but the music hangs in a suspended silence for a heartbeat too long. Suddenly, a guttural, primal howl tears through the stadium speakers, vibrating in the chests of the eighty thousand in attendance. Jacob Fatu explodes from the curtain, eyes rolled back into a white daze, tearing his street clothes from his torso in shreds as he sprints down the ramp. He moves with terrifying velocity, sliding under the bottom rope with the slithering grace of a viper to immediately flank Solo Sikoa. The New Bloodline is united in the center of the ring, a terrifying wall of violence. Solo doesn't utter a word; he simply extends a taped thumb toward the turnbuckle where Jey Uso is desperately trading blows with Finn Bálor. Fatu triggers instantly. He launches himself across the diagonal of the ring, becoming a human projectile, and crushes Jey with a massive, sickening hip attack that sandwiches Uso’s skull against the turnbuckle pad. As Bálor wisely scrambles to the adjacent corner to escape the blast radius, Solo joins the assault, raining down heavy, malicious stomps on his own brother. They drag a limp Jey to the center, and Solo hoists him up by the throat—delivering a thunderous Samoan Spike that renders Jey completely boneless. With mechanical efficiency, Fatu grabs the dead weight of his cousin by the tactical vest and waistband, hurling him over the top rope with terrifying ease to the floor below. Jey Uso is eliminated (Elimination #8).

The chorus of boos is deafening as the Bloodline stands tall, but Ilja Dragunov, fueled by an unquenchable sense of justice, rushes the center. The "Mad Dragon" lights up Jacob Fatu with a blistering knife-edge chop, the sound cracking like a whip through the arena, but Fatu doesn't even blink. The Samoan Werewolf stares dead into Ilja’s eyes before delivering a sickening headbutt right between the eyes, sending Dragunov flying backward to collapse near Bron Breakker. Then, the canvas seems to shift under the weight of a new challenger. Oba Femi, the colossal Ruler of the Mountain, abandons a pummeled LA Knight in the corner and stalks toward the center. Solo Sikoa steps up; Jacob Fatu steps up. The crowd buzzes with electric anticipation as the immovable object of NXT meets the unstoppable force of the Bloodline in a tense, 2-on-1 staredown.

While the monsters posture in the center, the periphery of the ring is a war zone. On the precipice of elimination, CM Punk and Drew McIntyre have spilled through the middle ropes onto the apron. They trade dangerous chops on the hardest part of the ring until Drew hooks Punk for a Future Shock DDT on the unforgiving edge. Desperate, Punk sinks his teeth into Drew’s hand to break the hold, rolling back under the bottom rope to safety. Across the ring, John Cena and Seth Rollins, two exhausted grand slam champions, grapple near the commentary post. Rollins attempts a buckle bomb, but Cena counters with a high-angle back body drop, leaving both men gasping for air on the mat. Nearby, Bron Breakker intercepts a stumbling Ilja Dragunov, showcasing freakish agility by snapping off a Frankensteiner that spikes the Russian. In the midst of this carnage, Logan Paul remains tucked away in the far corner, taking a casual swig from a Prime bottle he snatched from ringside, smirking as he watches the titans collide, confident that for now, he is invisible.

Entrant #21: Sami Zayn

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Oba Femi, LA Knight, Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Sami Zayn

"OLE! OLE! OLE!"

The joyous, upbeat ska of Sami Zayn’s theme hits, providing a sharp contrast to the violence in the ring. The crowd erupts for the "Honorary Uce." Sami sprints down the ramp, his eyes darting between the battered body of Jey Uso on the floor and the monsters in the ring.

He slides under the bottom rope and hits the canvas running, a blur of kinetic energy. Solo Sikoa peels away from Oba Femi to intercept him, swinging a clothesline meant to decapitate, but Sami ducks underneath with high-velocity desperation. Rebounding off the ropes, Sami spots Logan Paul still smirking in the corner; he wastes no time, hooking the social media mogul and planting him with a pristine, spinning Blue Thunder Bomb. The impact is perfect, wiping the smirk off Paul’s face as he clutches his spine in agony.

Before Sami can breathe, Jacob Fatu is upon him. The Samoan Werewolf charges with a jagged Superkick aimed directly at Zayn’s jaw, but Sami plays the matador. He ducks at the absolute last micro-second, pulling down the top rope. Fatu’s massive momentum carries him over the top—the crowd gasps, expecting an elimination—but Fatu lands on the apron, gripping the ropes with white-knuckled fury, eyes wide and demonic. Solo Sikoa, seeing his partner in peril, charges to avenge him, but falls for the exact same trap; Sami low-bridges the rope again, sending the Street Champ tumbling over to crash onto the apron right beside Fatu. Sami takes a split second to breathe, staring at the two monsters teetering on the edge of elimination, furious but temporarily neutralized.

Turning back to the center, Sami finds the towering shadow of Oba Femi looming over him. Refusing to be intimidated, Sami hits the ropes and throws his entire body weight into a desperate leaping lariat, generating enough force to actually stagger the NXT giant backward into the turnbuckles. Nearby, LA Knight tries to seize the moment, winding up for a punch with a shout of "YEAH!", but Sami is in a flow state; he blocks the strike, lands three rapid-fire jabs, and sends Knight reeling with a sharp dropkick. Spotting Finn Bálor attempting to leverage Seth Rollins out of the ring, Sami rushes the corner, spins Finn around, and blasts him with a thunderous Helluva Kick, leaving the Judgment Day member limp against the buckles. Sami frantically grabs Finn’s legs, trying to leverage the dead weight over the top rope to secure the elimination.

Suddenly, the momentum halts. Drew McIntyre, fresh from his war with Punk, charges across the ring and yanks Sami away from Finn by his hair. "Get out of my way, Zayn!" Drew screams before delivering a vicious Glasgow Kiss. CRACK. The sound of the headbutt is sickening, echoing through the ring. Sami stumbles backward, clutching his face, his offense stopped cold. But he stumbles into a nightmare. Behind him, Jacob Fatu and Solo Sikoa have climbed back through the ropes. Drew McIntyre sees them and steps back with a cruel smirk. Sami turns slowly, the realization washing over him as the blood rushes to his head. He is boxed in: The lethal, revived Bloodline stands in front of him, and the Scottish Psychopath blocks his retreat. As the clock ticks down for Entrant #22, Sami Zayn is trapped in the center of the ring, surrounded by the men who hate him most, with absolutely nowhere to run.

Entrant #22: Damian Priest

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Oba Femi, LA Knight, Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Sami Zayn, Damian Priest

The buzzer sounds, slicing through the tension, and the aggressive, heavy guitar riffs of Damian Priest’s theme hit the PA system. The "Punisher" marches down the ramp, ignoring the crowd, his eyes scanning the ring with a cold, independent intensity as he prepares to enter a war zone choked with dangerous alliances. Priest slides under the bottom rope and immediately hunts the biggest prey available. John Cena, just dragging himself to a vertical base near the ropes, turns around blindly into a gloved hand that clamps around his throat like a vice. Priest effortlessly hoists the 16-time World Champion high into the rafters before driving him down with a thunderous South of Heaven Chokeslam, Cena’s spine crashing against the canvas with a jarring thud. As Priest rises, Logan Paul attempts to re-enter the fray, springing off the middle rope with an athletic forearm smash. But Priest anticipates the flight path, catching the social media megastar by the throat in mid-air. In a display of raw power, Priest pivots and slams Logan down, driving his back directly onto the extended, rigid knee of Drew McIntyre, who happened to be crouching nearby. Drew looks up, surprised by the unintended assist from his former rival, and offers a curt, pragmatic nod of respect to Priest before turning back to his own violence.

Priest isn't finished. He spots Finn Bálor catching his breath in the corner—a man with whom he shares a complicated history. Operating on a "shoot first, ask questions later" mentality, Priest grabs Finn and whips him with savage force into the opposite turnbuckles. As Finn stumbles out, dazed, Priest nearly decapitates him with a massive, spinning heel kick that sends the Prince staggering sideways. Priest’s rampage continues as he turns his attention to Sami Zayn, who is currently boxed in by Solo Sikoa. Priest grabs Sami by the hair, yanking him away from the Bloodline’s execution—saving him, only to condemn him. He levels Sami with a bell-ringer of a clothesline, dropping the "Honorary Uce" flat. Seth Rollins, seeing the new threat decimating the field, sprints across the diagonal. He launches himself into a Slingblade, snapping Priest down! However, the Punisher rolls through the impact, staggering back against the ropes but remaining upright. Rollins presses the advantage, lighting Priest’s chest up with three rapid-fire chops, forcing the big man to finally retreat a step.

While the fresh entrant wreaks havoc, the center of the ring is occupied by monsters. Oba Femi and Bron Breakker are locked in a stalemate of brute force. Breakker hits the ropes and collides with Femi using a massive shoulder block, but the Nigerian giant doesn't fall; he merely absorbs the blow. Femi responds by snatching Breakker into a crushing Bear Hug, squeezing the breath out of the former NXT Champion's ribs. Nearby, the ring posts rattle as CM Punk and Ilja Dragunov trade stiff, dangerous forearm strikes. Punk lands a jagged high knee to the jaw, but the "Mad Dragon" simply absorbs the pain, staring Punk down and screaming a Russian rallying cry directly in his face.

On the ropes, LA Knight spots an opening. He yells his signature "YEAH!" to the crowd and charges Solo Sikoa with a clothesline. Solo doesn't budge. Knight tries again, bouncing off the ropes for more momentum, but runs right into a wall—Solo grabs him by the throat. Suddenly, Jacob Fatu materializes from the blind side, delivering a superkick to the back of Knight’s head that snaps his neck back. Knight stumbles forward, right into the waiting thumb of Solo Sikoa—Samoan Spike! Knight is out on his feet, eyes glazed. With synchronized cruelty, Solo and Fatu grab him by his tights and vest, hoisting the dead weight up and tossing him effortlessly over the top rope. LA Knight is eliminated (Elimination #9).

Entrant #23: Uncle Howdy

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, John Cena, Finn Bálor, Bron Breakker, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Oba Femi, Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Sami Zayn, Damian Priest, Uncle Howdy

As Knight’s boots hit the floor, the buzzer sounds for Entrant #23. But there is no music. In an instant, the stadium plunges into complete, suffocating darkness. The massive LED screens cut to black. The only illumination comes from the audience as thousands of cell phone flashlights ignite—the "Fireflies"—creating a haunting, shimmering starfield across the arena. Plink. A single, dissonant piano note echoes through the darkness, followed by the jagged scratch of audio static. When the lights flicker back on, they are not the bright stadium floods, but a sickly, sepia-toned wash that bathes the ring in the color of old parchment. Standing dead center in the ring, where absolutely no one stood a second ago, is Uncle Howdy. He wears his wide-brimmed hat, the leather trench coat, and the disturbing, pale mask.

The violence stops cold. Even the monsters are paused. Jacob Fatu backs away slowly, his feral eyes wide with confusion and a rare flash of disturbance. Oba Femi releases his grip on Bron Breakker, holding his massive hands up defensively. Howdy slowly raises a gloved hand, pointing a single, accusing finger at Finn Bálor. Finn, standing near the ropes and trying to regain his composure, sees the target on his back. "I’m not afraid of you!" Finn shouts, his voice cracking slightly as he charges the entity. Howdy sidesteps with unnatural speed, clamping his gloved hand over Finn’s mouth—the Mandible Claw! Finn’s eyes go wide in absolute horror. He thrashes, kicking wildly, but Howdy forces him backward toward the ropes with inhuman leverage. With a terrifying, muffled scream, Howdy uses his body weight to flip the struggling Bálor up and over the top rope, dumping him to the floor. Finn Bálor is eliminated (Elimination #10).

Witnessing this, Damian Priest roars in a mix of surprise and fury, charging at Howdy to avenge the supernatural assault. Priest swings a massive right hand aimed at the mask, but the lights flicker out instantly. Click. The stadium lights return to their normal, harsh brightness. The sepia filter is gone. And so is Uncle Howdy. Uncle Howdy is eliminated/Vanished (Elimination #11). Priest’s punch connects with nothing but empty air, and his momentum carries him into the turnbuckle post. He spins around, looking wildly at the empty canvas, paranoid. The ring is stunned into a heavy silence. Drew McIntyre stares at the void where the creature just stood, taps his temple, and mutters to himself, "I knew this place was a bloody madhouse." As the countdown begins for Entrant #24, the ring resets: Sami Zayn and Seth Rollins flank Priest, recognizing him as the only tangible threat, while Solo and Fatu maintain a guarded perimeter in their corner, watching shadows.

Entrant #24: Roman Reigns

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, John Cena, Bron Breakker, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Oba Femi, Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Sami Zayn, Damian Priest, Roman Reigns

The digital clock hits zero. Boom. A single, earth-shaking drum beat reverberates through the stadium, followed instantly by the choral opening of "Head of the Table." The reaction is not just noise; it is a physical force. The roof effectively blows off the stadium as the deafening roar of 80,000 people welcomes back the "OTC." Roman Reigns walks through the curtain, alone. He wears his "Original Tribal Chief" shirt, his stride deliberate and regal. There is no Paul Heyman scuttling behind him, no entourage—just the man who ruled for a thousand days. He stops on the ramp, his eyes locking onto Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu in the ring with a terrifying focus. Solo stares back, stone-faced and defiant; Jacob Fatu looks feral, crouching like a predator ready to spring. Roman cracks his knuckles, the sound lost in the cheers, and marches down the ramp. He ignores the traditional slide; he walks up the steel steps, staring Solo down with every ascending motion, and steps through the ropes.

The atmosphere in the ring shifts instantly. The other superstars—legends like Cena, Punk, and Rollins—instinctively back away to the corners, recognizing that this is a family matter that will spill blood. The ring clears, leaving a vacuum in the center where Roman Reigns stands nose-to-nose with Solo Sikoa. "You're in my spot," Roman says, his voice deep and audible even over the crowd's frenzy. Solo screams, snapping a punch at Roman’s jaw! Roman blocks it effortlessly, countering with a stiff, jolting uppercut. Suddenly, Jacob Fatu rushes from the blind side! Roman senses the movement, ducks a decapitating clothesline, and explodes upward with a massive Superman Punch that catches Jacob in mid-air, sending the Werewolf staggering drunkenly into the ropes. Solo charges again, blind with rage. Roman catches him, plants his feet, and drives him into the canvas with a thunderous Uranage Slam. The crowd goes ballistic. Roman stands in the center, throws his head back, and roars his signature "OOAHHH!" Jacob Fatu, recovering with unnatural speed, springboards off the middle rope for a moonsault, but Roman steps casually out of the way. Jacob crashes and burns, belly-flopping onto the canvas. Roman waits, coiled. As Jacob stumbles up... SPEAR! The impact folds Fatu in half. With disdain, Roman grabs Jacob by the back of his pants and neck, tossing the dangerous Samoan over the top rope like garbage. Jacob Fatu is eliminated (Elimination #12).

Solo Sikoa is back on his feet, eyes wide with fury. He charges Roman, thumb extended for the Spike. Roman catches the thumb in mid-strike! He wrenches Solo's wrist, pulling him in for a short-arm clothesline, but Solo ducks under. Solo snaps a superkick that connects with Roman’s chin! Roman stumbles back into the ropes. Solo charges for a hip attack, but Roman side-steps! Solo crashes hard into the turnbuckles. Roman hits the opposite ropes, building momentum... SPEAR on Solo! Roman drags the limp body of the self-proclaimed Tribal Chief up, looks at the crowd, points to the floor, and hurls Solo over the top rope. Solo Sikoa is eliminated (Elimination #13). Roman stands tall, the Original Tribal Chief having reclaimed his yard with brutal efficiency. But the moment is short-lived. Wham. Drew McIntyre blasts Roman from behind with a forearm to the kidney, shattering the stillness and unfreezing the rest of the ring.

Entrant #25: Chad Gable

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, John Cena, Bron Breakker, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Oba Femi, Sami Zayn, Damian Priest, Roman Reigns, Chad Gable

While Drew stomps Roman into the corner, screaming "You think you can just walk back in here?!", the buzzer sounds again. "SHOOOSH! PLEASE!" The energetic theme of Chad Gable hits, and the Olympian bursts onto the stage, towel around his neck, eyes laser-focused. He sprints to the ring, slides under the bottom rope, and immediately chooses violence against giants. He runs straight at Oba Femi, who is just rising from a Frankensteiner by Bron Breakker. Gable ducks a wild clothesline and delivers a precise chop block to the back of the giant’s knee. As Oba buckles, Gable snatches the leg—Ankle Lock! The giant screams, hopping on one foot in agony! Bron Breakker tries to intervene, but Gable releases the hold, rolls seamlessly under Bron’s lariat, and deadlifts the powerhouse for a pristine Chaos Theory German Suplex! The crowd pops huge for the display of pound-for-pound strength.

Gable is a man on fire. He spots Ilja Dragunov in the corner, runs in, jumps to the middle rope, and applies a hanging armbar over the top rope, torquing the joint until the referee forces a break. As Gable drops back in, Logan Paul attempts a sneak attack. Gable catches Logan’s arm, spins him around, shouts "THANK YOU!" in his face, and launches him across the ring with a beautiful overhead belly-to-belly suplex.

In the center of the ring, the timeline warps. Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins, the two former Shield brothers, find themselves face-to-face. The crowd buzzes with history. They circle each other—Seth cackling in his flamboyant gear, Roman smirking in his minimalist shirt. Suddenly, they trade punches! It’s a hockey fight in the middle of the Rumble, neither man giving an inch. Nearby, John Cena and CM Punk reignite another legendary rivalry; Cena hits a flying shoulder tackle, Punk responds with a stiff calf kick, and they grapple dangerously close to the ropes. Meanwhile, Chad Gable has locked up with Sami Zayn, and the two technicians put on a clinic in the corner, trading arm drags and reversals at blinding speed. Damian Priest and Drew McIntyre, the heavy hitters, are simply clubbing each other with forearms and heavy boots in a brawl for dominance. As the clock ticks down for Entrant #26, the ring is a powder keg of star power, but the shadow of the impostor Bloodline has finally been exorcised by the true Chief.

Entrant #26: Randy Orton

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, John Cena, Bron Breakker, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul, Ilja Dragunov, Oba Femi, Sami Zayn, Damian Priest, Roman Reigns, Chad Gable

"I hear voices in my head..." The slow, menacing lyrics echo through the stadium, and the chaotic energy shifts into a held breath before exploding. Randy Orton strolls onto the stage, unhurried, his eyes scanning the battlefield with the cold, detached focus of a predator. He ignores the chaos; he is the calm in the eye of the storm. Orton slides into the ring, unfolding his frame just as Chad Gable, pumped with adrenaline from his suplex flurry, charges him. Orton doesn't even blink; he catches Gable in stride, snapping him into a smooth, text-book powerslam that plants the Olympian into the canvas. Seeing an opening, Logan Paul creeps up from behind, looking to blindside the veteran. Orton spins—RKO out of nowhere! The impact is crisp and violent. Logan bounces high off the canvas, his body going limp as momentum rolls him under the bottom rope to the floor, surviving the match but knocked completely unconscious.

Sami Zayn, exhausted and battered from his earlier wars with the Bloodline and Judgment Day, spots Orton and desperately tries to mount an offense. He charges for a Helluva Kick, but Orton side-steps with casual, arrogant ease. Sami crashes chest-first into the turnbuckles and stumbles backward, dazed. Orton waits, coils, and strikes—hitting a second RKO that flattens the "Honorary Uce." Orton stands over him, looking down with zero emotion, before grabbing Sami by the tights and shirt. He tosses the limp body over the top rope effortlessly. Sami Zayn is eliminated (Elimination #14).

Orton turns and locks eyes with Roman Reigns. The atmosphere thickens instantly; the history between the Viper and the Tribal Chief is palpable. They step toward each other, ignoring the war around them, but the moment is shattered by Ilja Dragunov. The "Mad Dragon," lip bloody and eyes wild, screams and charges Orton for a Torpedo Moscow. Orton catches him in a grapple, attempting an RKO, but Ilja shoves him off with a burst of manic strength. Ilja rebounds off the ropes, intending to strike again, but he runs across the tracks of a freight train. Bron Breakker intersects him with a spear that cuts Ilja in half, the impact sounding like a car crash. capitalizing on the devastation, Bron picks up the shattered Dragunov, press-slams him high above his head, and launches him clear over the top rope to the floor. Ilja Dragunov is eliminated (Elimination #15). Orton looks at Bron, and in a rare moment of acknowledgment, nods. Real recognizes real.

Entrant #27: Penta El Zero Miedo

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, John Cena, Bron Breakker, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul (floor), Oba Femi, Damian Priest, Roman Reigns, Chad Gable, Randy Orton

"CERO MIEDO!" The arena explodes with a different kind of energy as the masked luchador Penta El Zero Miedo sprints down the ramp, gold gear shimmering. He leaps onto the apron, flashing his signature hand sign in the face of a bewildered Damian Priest, and springboards into the ring with reckless abandon. Penta hits the ground rolling, instantly fluid. Seth Rollins tries to clothesline him, but Penta ducks and snaps off a lightning-fast Slingblade. CM Punk approaches, and Penta hits a Slingblade on him too, clearing the center. He sees Chad Gable trying to grapple; Penta kicks him sharply in the gut, hooks both legs, and spikes him with the Fear Factor package piledriver, leaving Gable convulsing on the mat.

Damian Priest has seen enough. The "Punisher" charges Penta, swinging a massive big boot meant to take his head off. Penta slides under it, popping up behind the big man. He kicks the back of Priest’s knee, dropping him to one leg. Penta grabs Priest’s left arm, wrenching it back at a sickening angle. The crowd gasps, knowing what’s coming—The Sacrifice! There is a visceral snap as Penta torques the arm back. Priest screams, clutching the limb, stumbling up blinded by pain. Penta wastes no motion; he bounces off the ropes, runs up the turnbuckles, and flips backward, catching Priest for a massive Canadian Destroyer. Priest bounces off the canvas, groggy and stumbling into the ropes. Penta charges one last time, delivering a superkick flush to the jaw that sends the Judgment Day powerhouse toppling over the top rope to the floor. Damian Priest is eliminated (Elimination #16).

The ring has thinned, but the density of talent remains suffocating. In one corner, Roman Reigns and Oba Femi are trading heavy, lumbering rights—a clash of titans where neither man is giving an inch. On the ground, Randy Orton is methodically stomping on Bron Breakker’s limbs, dissecting the young powerhouse with cruel precision ("The Garvin Stomp"). In the center, Penta stands tall, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He stares down Drew McIntyre. The Scottish Warrior raises his metaphorical sword, glaring at the newcomer. Penta doesn't flinch; he throws up the "Zero Miedo" hand gesture right in the Scotsman's face, challenging him to bring the violence as the clock ticks down for the next entrant.

Entrant #28: Brock Lesnar

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, John Cena, Bron Breakker, Drew McIntyre, Logan Paul (floor), Oba Femi, Roman Reigns, Chad Gable, Randy Orton, Penta El Zero Miedo

The countdown clock hits zero, and the air in the stadium is instantly sucked away before being replaced by a screeching guitar riff that shreds the speakers. The reaction is visceral, a mix of terror and awe. Brock Lesnar is here. He bounces on the stage, the pyro exploding in concussive blasts behind him, illuminating a massive, red-faced Beast who looks ready to kill. He sprints down the ramp with terrifying speed for a man of his size, leaps to the apron, and vaults over the top rope without even touching it. Suplex City opens for business immediately. Penta El Zero Miedo, fearless to a fault, tries to chop Brock’s chest. Brock simply laughs, grabs him by the waist, and launches him halfway across the ring with a high-angle German Suplex. Chad Gable, relying on his Olympic background, attempts to go behind Brock for a takedown. Brock simply clamps his massive hands over Gable’s locked grip, breaks it with brute force, and launches him overhead with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Seth Rollins charges in, looking for a knee, but Brock catches him in mid-air, spins him onto his shoulders, and plants him with a deafening F-5 in the center of the ring.

Drew McIntyre has been waiting for this moment. He stands his ground as Brock turns, screaming, "I did it before, I'll do it again!" The Scottish Warrior charges for a Claymore Kick, fully extending his leg, but Brock side-steps with terrifying, blur-like speed. Drew crashes hard into the turnbuckles. As he stumbles backward, disoriented, Brock drives a knee into his gut, doubling him over. Brock effortlessly hoists the 270-pound Scotsman onto his shoulders—F-5! The impact shakes the boards. But Brock isn't done. He picks up the unconscious McIntyre by the trunks and neck and throws him over the top rope like a bag of trash. Drew McIntyre is eliminated (Elimination #17).

Brock turns around, chest heaving, and finds himself nose-to-chest with Oba Femi. The NXT giant does not back down. It is the Beast versus the Ruler, a clash of eras. The crowd buzzes with electric anticipation. They trade heavy rights—Thud. Thud. Thud.—the sound of meat slapping meat echoing in the arena. Oba gains the upper hand with a massive European uppercut that snaps Brock’s head back! He tries to whip Brock into the ropes, but Lesnar reverses it, lowering his shoulder to drive Oba into the corner, proceeding to ram him with repeated, vicious shoulder thrusts that wind the giant. Across the ring, Roman Reigns watches from the opposite corner, calculating every move, while Randy Orton checks his jaw, and veterans like Punk and Cena wisely roll to the apron to escape the Beast’s immediate path.

Entrant #29: Karrion Kross

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, John Cena, Bron Breakker, Logan Paul (floor), Oba Femi, Roman Reigns, Chad Gable, Randy Orton, Penta El Zero Miedo, Brock Lesnar

The arena lights dim suddenly to a moody, suffocating grey. Tick Tock. The ominous entrance of Karrion Kross begins, accompanied by the mesmerizing presence of Scarlett. Kross emerges looking like an agent of chaos, sliding into the ring while Brock is still occupied with pummeling Oba Femi. Kross immediately targets the wounded. He spots John Cena trying to pull himself up by the ropes and blasts him with a Kross Hammer—a forearm shiver to the back of the neck that drops Cena instantly. Penta attempts to spring up for a surprise superkick, but Kross catches the boot, spins the luchador around, and plants him high on his neck with a wicked Doomsday Saito Suplex.

Chad Gable, still staggering to his feet after the earlier belly-to-belly from Lesnar, is dazed and defenseless. Kross spots the prey. He locks Gable in the Kross Jacket sleeper hold from behind, thrashing him around violently. Gable’s eyes roll back as he fades. Kross releases the hold, grabs the limp Olympian by the back of his singlet and neck, and violently hurls him over the top rope. Gable crashes onto the apron, instinctively trying to hang on, but Kross follows up with a running big boot that knocks Gable off the apron to the floor. Chad Gable is eliminated (Elimination #18).

As the clock ticks down toward the final entrant, the ring is a powder keg. Brock Lesnar, having left Oba Femi gasping in the corner, turns to find the "Young Steiner," Bron Breakker, staring him down. It is a mirror image of intensity. Bron barks in Brock’s face. Brock laughs, amused by the audacity. Suddenly, Bron explodes—SPEAR! He cuts Brock in half! The Beast clutches his ribs, winded, but rolls through the impact to his feet, a look of genuine shock on his face. Meanwhile, Roman Reigns and Randy Orton are trading punches in the center; Orton attempts an RKO, but Roman pushes him off, sending him directly into a stiff clothesline from a recovering Oba Femi. On the outside, Logan Paul remains unnoticed by officials, casually drinking water on the floor. In the corner, CM Punk is in a desperate battle for survival against Karrion Kross, clinging to the bottom rope as Kross tries to muscle him over. The stage is set with Lesnar, Reigns, Oba Femi, Breakker, Orton, and Kross all still in play as the countdown begins for #30.

Entrant #30: The Rock

In Ring: CM Punk, Seth Rollins, John Cena, Bron Breakker, Logan Paul (Outside but legal), Oba Femi, Roman Reigns, Randy Orton, Penta El Zero Miedo, Brock Lesnar, Karrion Kross, The Rock

"IF YA SMELL..."

The lights go out. The stadium shakes. The "Final Boss" graphic flashes on the TitanTron, bathed in lightning. The Rock emerges from the smoke, wearing his signature vest and carrying the Brahma Bull championship belt over his shoulder. The reaction is a seismic mix of cheers and boos—a true megastar reaction. He walks down the ramp slowly, adjusting his cuffs, soaking in the atmosphere. He steps onto the steel steps, looks around at the ring full of sharks, and enters.

The other superstars stop fighting. The seas part. On one side stands Roman Reigns, the Original Tribal Chief. On the other stands The Rock, the Final Boss. They lock eyes, the tension suffocating. Karrion Kross, sensing an opportunity to make a name for himself, breaks the silence. He grabs The Rock by the shoulder, spinning him around. Rock doesn't hesitate—open-hand slap! Right hand! Right hand! Rock hits the ropes—Spinebuster on Kross! Rock kips up with electrifying speed. Penta El Zero Miedo charges, looking for a superkick. Rock catches the foot, spins Penta around, and effortlessly tosses the luchador over the top rope! Penta El Zero Miedo is eliminated (Elimination #19).

The ring is too crowded with legends and monsters. The heavy hitters begin to thin the herd. Karrion Kross recovers from the spinebuster and charges John Cena. Cena ducks a clothesline and hoists Kross up—Attitude Adjustment! Kross lands hard. Brock Lesnar sees the opening. He grabs the dazed Kross by the throat and the waistband, hurling him over the top rope with a guttural roar. Karrion Kross is eliminated (Elimination #20).

Logan Paul, who has been hiding on the floor since his earlier beatdown, sees his chance. He slides back into the ring, stalking Seth Rollins from behind. He leaps for a Buckshot Lariat! But Seth spots him in the reflection of the TitanTron! Seth turns, catching Logan in mid-air. He transitions into a Buckle Bomb, smashing Logan into the turnbuckle! Seth follows up with a superkick to the gut and clotheslines Logan Paul over the top rope to the floor! Logan Paul is eliminated (Elimination #21).

Oba Femi, the NXT giant who has dominated large portions of the match, finds himself cornered. Bron Breakker and Brock Lesnar, two genetic freaks, lock eyes. They nod. They double clothesline Oba! The giant staggers but doesn't go over. They hit the ropes again. Randy Orton joins in! The three superstars combine forces, dumping the NXT North American Champion over the top rope. Oba Femi is eliminated (Elimination #22).

The GREAT EIGHT: The Rock, Roman Reigns, Brock Lesnar, John Cena, Randy Orton, CM Punk, Seth Rollins, Bron Breakker. (The Great Eight).

The center of the ring clears. The other superstars drift to the corners, sensing the moment. The Rock and Roman Reigns finally collide. They trade heavy, cinematic punches in the center of the ring. Right! "YEET!" Right! "NO YEET!" The crowd is fully invested. Rock gains the advantage with a flowing DDT that spikes Roman. He stands up, kicking Roman's arm away. He removes his elbow pad. He runs the ropes—but Roman pops up! Superman Punch! The Rock staggers back into the ropes. Roman roars, the primal energy returning. He charges—SPEAR on The Rock! The impact is massive. Roman drags the Final Boss up by his vest, screaming "I'm the Head of the Table! Acknowledge ME!" He grabs The Rock by the throat and the trunks and throws him over the top rope! The Rock is eliminated (Elimination #23).

The Rock lands on the floor, stunned. He looks up at Roman, who is roaring in triumph. The Rock's shock turns to a scowl of pure venom. He slowly stands up, brushing off his vest. He doesn't leave. He looks directly at Roman, then turns his gaze toward the timekeeper's area. The Rock nods, a sharp, distinct signal.

From the front row, a hooded figure in a black hoodie hops the barricade. Security moves to intercept, but the figure moves with a familiar, loose-limbed swagger. He slides into the ring behind Roman. The figure unzips the hoodie to reveal a tactical vest—a relic of the past. The crowd noise shifts from confusion to a low, rumbling realization. Seth Rollins, in the corner, stares with his mouth open.

Roman turns around. The figure kicks him in the gut.

It’s JON MOXLEY!!!!!!!!!!!

The Lucas Oil Stadium unglues. It is a sound beyond cheering; it is shock. Moxley hooks the arms—Death Rider (Dirty Deeds)! He plants Roman face-first into the canvas. Moxley grabs the unconscious Roman by the hair and the vest, dragging him to the ropes. With zero effort, he dumps Roman Reigns over the top rope to the floor. Roman Reigns is eliminated (Elimination #24).

Moxley doesn't celebrate. He doesn't acknowledge the crowd. He looks at Seth Rollins across the ring. A brief, charged nod passes between the former brothers—The Shield, forever broken, but acknowledged. Moxley rolls out of the ring, hopping the barricade and disappearing into the crowd as quickly as he arrived. The Rock, standing on the ramp, watches it all with a satisfied smirk. The Bounty has been collected.

Brock Lesnar stands alone in the center, looking unstoppable, daring anyone to step up. Bron Breakker steps out of the corner. The "Young Steiner" barks at the Beast, slapping his own face. Brock laughs. "Come on, kid!" he shouts. Bron charges—SPEAR! He cuts Brock in half! The crowd goes wild! Bron mounts Brock, raining down punches. Brock shoves him off, exploding to his feet. Both men kip up at the exact same time! It’s scary how similar they are. Brock goes for a clothesline; Bron ducks. Bron hits the ropes—Frankensteiner on Lesnar! Brock stumbles to the ropes, dazed. Bron Breakker runs the ropes, hitting incredible speed—Recliner Lariat! The impact sends Brock Lesnar toppling over the top rope to the floor! Brock Lesnar is eliminated (Elimination #25).

Brock stands on the outside, staring at Bron in shock. He nods slowly, a rare sign of respect, acknowledging that the torch has been passed to the next big thing. Bron screams, his veins popping, as the final five prepare for the end.

Remaining: Cena, Orton, Punk, Rollins, Breakker.

The Royal Rumble clock ticks closer to midnight, and the ring is a powder keg containing the final five: John Cena, Randy Orton, CM Punk, Seth Rollins, and the unstoppable rookie, Bron Breakker. Breakker looks fresh, bouncing on the balls of his feet, barking at the legends surrounding him. Cena and Orton, lifelong rivals turned temporary allies by necessity, lock eyes across the ring. They know the math; the young wolf has to go. They lunge at Bron simultaneously, hammering him with rights and lefts, but Bron absorbs the blows. They manage to hook him for a double vertical suplex, crashing the powerhouse down to the canvas. Meanwhile, in the northwest corner, CM Punk and Seth Rollins are oblivious to the larger strategy. They are locked in their own private war, trading stiff chops and forearms, their hatred for one another rendering them blind to the rest of the match.

Bron Breakker explodes out of the corner, leveling Cena with a clothesline and blasting Orton with a shoulder tackle. The rookie is on a rampage. He scoops up John Cena with terrifying ease, pressing the 16-time World Champion high above his head in a military press! He walks toward the ropes, ready to launch Cena into the third row. But Randy Orton, the ultimate opportunist, strikes. The Viper slithers in low and clips Bron’s knee from behind. Bron’s leg buckles, and he drops Cena safely to the mat. Before Bron can recover, Orton coils and springs—RKO! The crowd erupts. Bron bounces off the canvas, dazed, right into the waiting arms of John Cena. Cena hoists him up—Attitude Adjustment!

The impact shakes the ring. Punk and Rollins finally break their clinch, looking toward the center of the ring where the monster lies prone. A silent understanding passes between the four veterans. Cena, Orton, Punk, and Rollins swarm the fallen rookie. They grab a limb each, lifting the dead weight of Bron Breakker. With a collective heave, they launch him over the top rope. Bron tumbles to the floor, his star-making performance cut short by the sheer experience of the field. Bron Breakker is eliminated (Elimination #26).

The atmosphere instantly shifts. The noise in the arena drops to a low, buzzing hum of anticipation. It is the Final Four: Cena, Orton, Punk, Rollins. Four of the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots retreat to neutral corners. They look around the arena, soaking in the gravity of the moment. Then, they look at each other. The tension snaps.

Punk and Rollins charge at one another like bulls seeing red. Cena and Orton collide in the center. The ring is a chaotic swirl of motion, but the camera focuses on the blood feud. Rollins swings wildly, missing a right hand. Punk ducks, kicks Seth in the gut, and hoists him up on his shoulders. GTS! Go To Sleep! Punk connects cleanly with the knee to the jaw.

Rollins doesn't fall; he stumbles backward, bouncing off the ropes, his eyes glassy and vacant, practically out on his feet. Punk doesn't let him fall. He grabs Seth by the hair, pulling his face close, screaming in his face with pure venom: "GET OUT OF MY COMPANY!"

Punk winds up and virtually decapitates Rollins with a stiff clothesline. Seth topples backward over the top rope, crashing to the floor in a heap. Seth Rollins is eliminated (Elimination #27).

Punk is running on pure adrenaline and spite. He leans over the top rope, pointing down at the fallen Visionary, shouting insults, completely lost in his victory over his rival. He forgets where he is. He forgets who is behind him. Randy Orton sees the opening. The Viper rushes across the ring, plants his hands on Punk’s back, and shoves him with everything he has. Punk tumbles forward, flailing, and goes over the top rope, landing on his feet on the floor right next to Seth. CM Punk is eliminated (Elimination #28).

Punk lands on his feet, eyes wide with fury, ready to charge back into the ring. But he never gets the chance.

BLINDSIDE!

A deranged Seth Rollins explodes from the crowd area, tackling Punk into the barricade with sickening force! The crowd erupts in shock. Seth isn't just attacking; he is unhinged. He grabs Punk by the hair and throws him face-first into the steel ring post. Clang!

Seth screams, "YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!"

He rips the top off the announce table, tossing monitors aside like toys. But he’s not done. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. Punk is barely getting to his hands and knees, dazed.

CRACK!

Seth swings the chair with full torque, smashing the edge of the seat directly into Punk’s forehead! Punk collapses instantly. When he rolls over, he is busted wide open. A crimson mask instantly starts to form, blood pouring down into his eyes.

The crowd gasps, audible even over the noise. But Seth’s eyes are wide, maniacal. He isn't finished.

He drags a limp, bleeding Punk over to the steel steps. He forces Punk’s head through the opening of the steel chair, locking his neck and head inside the metal frame.

Seth drags Punk up, positioning his head—still trapped in the chair—onto the bottom steel step. Punk is defenseless, the chair pinning him against the hard steel. Seth backs up. He looks at the crowd, laughing while tears stream down his face. He sprints.

CURB STOMP!

Seth drives his boot into the chair, crushing Punk’s head between the chair and the steel steps!

The sound is horrifying—metal crunching on metal and bone. Punk goes completely limp.

Referees and producers swarm the area instantly. “Get him out of here! Get a medic!”

Punk isn’t moving. The blood is pooling on the black mats. The crowd is stunned into a terrified silence. Seth is dragged away by three security guards, but he’s not fighting them—he’s just laughing, staring at his blood-soaked hands, screaming, "I FIXED IT! I FIXED IT!"

The Final Duel - Cena vs. Orton Remaining: John Cena, Randy Orton.

The dust settles. The crowd realizes what is happening. The two defining superstars of the last 20 years are the final two. One last time. They stand on opposite sides of the ring, separated by a sea of history and scar tissue. Battered, bruised, and exhausted, they lock eyes. The noise in Lucas Oil Stadium is a low, reverent hum that slowly builds into a roar.

Both men step toward the center. No words are spoken. They lock up—a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up that harkens back to their first encounters in OVW. It’s a stalemate of strength. Orton breaks clean but rakes Cena’s eyes in the process. He backs Cena into the corner and delivers a stiff European uppercut. Cena stumbles but fires back with a jab.

Punch by Cena. "YAY!"
Punch by Orton. "BOO!"
Punch by Cena. "YAY!"
Punch by Orton. "BOO!"

They trade blows in the center of the ring, the crowd dictating the rhythm. Cena gains the upper hand, whipping Orton into the ropes. He bends for a back body drop, but Orton telegraphs it, kicking Cena in the chest. Orton hits the ropes—Cena catches him! Flying Shoulder Tackle! Orton gets up immediately. Cena hits a Second Shoulder Tackle! The crowd explodes. Cena ducks a clothesline and spins Orton out—Protobomb (Spin-out Powerbomb)!

Cena raises his hand high. "YOU CAN'T SEE ME!" He hits the ropes for the Five Knuckle Shuffle, but as he bounces back, Orton kips up! Orton catches the charging Cena with a snap Powerslam! Orton covers for a pin out of habit, realizes there are no pins, and smacks the mat in frustration. He grabs Cena by the head, dragging him to the apron. He looks for the Draping DDT. He hooks the head... but Cena counters! Cena back body drops Orton over the top rope! Orton lands on the apron, barely hanging on!

Cena charges to knock him off, but Orton hits a thumb to the eye. Orton slides back into the ring, coils, and strikes—RKO! No! Cena pushes him off. Orton crashes into the turnbuckles. He stumbles back. Cena lifts him—Attitude Adjustment! He hits it in the center of the ring! Cena collapses from exhaustion.

Cena crawls toward the limp body of the Viper. He tries to push Orton toward the ropes, but Orton is dead weight. Cena grabs Orton's arm and leg, dragging him inch by inch. He gets Orton to the ropes. He tries to dump him over. Orton clings to the bottom rope! Orton uses a low blow—a desperate, illegal mule kick that the referee can't disqualify him for in a Rumble match! Cena crumbles.

Orton rises, a sadistic grin on his face. He stalks Cena. He backs into the corner, measuring him for the Punt Kick. He runs. He swings his boot—Cena moves! Orton stomps the canvas, jarring his ankle. Cena trips him, locking in the STF right in the middle of the ring! Orton screams, tapping out, but submission means nothing! Cena realizes this and releases the hold. He drags Orton up. He tries to throw him out, but Orton counters, tossing Cena over the top rope!

Cena hangs on! He dangles by his fingertips. He skins the cat, pulling himself back up. Orton thinks he's won, turning his back to celebrate. He turns around—right into Cena's grasp! Cena lifts Orton onto his shoulders. The Fireman's Carry. He walks to the ropes. Orton rains elbows down on Cena's head, fighting for his life. Cena wobbles but holds firm. "My time is now, Randy!" Cena screams. He tilts his shoulders. He launches Randy Orton over the top rope!

Randy Orton is eliminated (Elimination #29).

Winner: John Cena

The bell rings. "The Time is Now" blares through the stadium speakers for the final time in a Royal Rumble match. John Cena falls to his knees in the center of the ring, burying his face in his hands. The emotion is raw and visible. He looks up, tears in his eyes, pointing a trembling finger at the WrestleMania 41 sign hanging in the rafters. The pyro explodes—gold, purple, and red fireworks lighting up the Indianapolis sky. Commentary sells the magnitude of the moment: "The Greatest of All Time has one last mountain to climb!" Cena climbs the turnbuckle, saluting the 60,000 fans who are giving him a thunderous standing ovation. The screen fades to black on the image of John Cena, the 2025 Royal Rumble Winner, standing tall.

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD. READ RUMBLE PLE ABOVE FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING

WWE ROYAL RUMBLE 2025: POST-SHOW PRESS CONFERENCE & FALLOUT

Date: February 1st, 2025 Location: Lucas Oil Stadium, Indianapolis, IN Broadcast Platform: Netflix & WWE Social Channels

SEGMENT 1: THE KICKOFF PANEL WRAP-UP

Host: Jackie Redmond Panelists: Big E, Wade Barrett

Overview: The feed cuts from the fading image of John Cena celebrating his historic victory to the press conference set, located in a chaotic media room deep within Lucas Oil Stadium. The background noise is deafening, with reporters shouting questions and typing furiously as the panel attempts to make sense of the carnage.

Jackie Redmond: "Welcome everyone to the Royal Rumble Post-Show! I am Jackie Redmond, joined by Big E and Wade Barrett, and I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say we have just witnessed the most volatile, unpredictable night in the history of this company. We came into Indianapolis expecting a Road to WrestleMania, but we got a war zone. We just saw John Cena—The Greatest of All Time—punch his ticket to one final main event at WrestleMania 41 in a moment that brought tears to eyes, but Wade, the headlines are already being written about what happened during that match. The Forbidden Door didn't just open; it was kicked off its hinges when Jon Moxley—an AEW contracted talent—hopped the barricade to eliminate Roman Reigns. And if that wasn't enough, we saw Seth Rollins suffer a complete mental break, brutally assaulting CM Punk with a curb stomp on the steel steps that was hard to watch. Wade, where do we even begin?"

Wade Barrett: "You begin with the crime scene, Jackie. What Seth Rollins did to CM Punk wasn't wrestling; it was assault. We saw a man snap. Punk is currently being rushed to a medical facility, and frankly, I don't know if we'll see him at WrestleMania. But you're right, the specter of The Shield hung over this entire night. Roman Reigns thought he had handled business by eliminating The Rock—which in itself is a massive story—but he forgot that ghosts don't stay buried. Jon Moxley showing up here? In a WWE ring? It changes the fundamental laws of this industry. The 'Final Boss' clearly called in a favor from outside the company to take Roman out, and it worked. Roman is isolated, he is alone, and his empire is crumbling."

Big E: "It's not just crumbling, Wade; it's being rewritten in real-time. We saw the 'New Bloodline' of Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu absolutely dismantle The Usos earlier tonight. It was hard to watch Jimmy and Jey get beaten down like that, but then the impossible happened. Zilla Fatu—the son of the legendary Umaga—stormed the ring. We have a new Fatu on the board, and he stands with The Usos. The Civil War has gone nuclear. But look, amidst all the faction warfare, we cannot overlook the sheer grit we saw in the title matches. Cody Rhodes and Kevin Owens didn't just have a ladder match; they had a demolition derby. I saw Kevin Owens hit a Swanton Bomb through a table from fifteen feet in the air. I saw a Cross Rhodes off the top of a ladder. Cody Rhodes is leaving here with the Undisputed Championship, but he’s leaving a piece of his soul in that ring. And Rhea Ripley? She survived the torture rack, she survived the betrayal of Liv Morgan, and she hit two Riptides to keep her Women's World Championship. Mami is still on top, but barely."

Jackie Redmond: "And let's not forget the clinic put on by the Ring General. Gunther defeated AJ Styles in a match that was pure, uncomfortable violence. He didn't just beat AJ; he choked him out cold in the middle of the ring. But the night started with hope, didn't it? IYO SKY, without Damage CTRL, without backup, outlasted twenty-nine other women—including a returning Charlotte Flair and the TNA Knockouts Champion Jordynne Grace—to win the Women's Royal Rumble. She proved she can fly solo. So, from IYO SKY's triumph to John Cena's swan song, from the debut of Zilla Fatu to the shocking return of Jon Moxley, the landscape of WWE has changed forever tonight. We are heading to Las Vegas for WrestleMania 41, but I have a feeling the fallout from Indianapolis is going to be felt for a long, long time. We're going to hear from the winners and the survivors shortly, starting with the Chief Content Officer, Paul Levesque."

SEGMENT 2: PAUL "TRIPLE H" LEVESQUE (Chief Content Officer)

Entrance: Paul "Triple H" Levesque emerges from behind the black curtain, looking physically exhausted but vibrating with a palpable, triumphant energy. He carries a bottle of water in one hand and a folded sheet of statistics in the other. As he takes his seat at the center of the podium, he adjusts the microphone, taking a moment to scan the room filled with global media representatives. He puts on his reading glasses, exhales a long breath that fogs slightly in the cool air of the stadium bowels, and leans forward, his demeanor shifting from creative visionary to corporate executive.

Opening Statement & Business Metrics: "First of all, thank you. Thank you to everyone in this room, and thank you to the 61,204 fans who packed Lucas Oil Stadium tonight. I just got the word from our partners at Netflix and our internal team—tonight, we didn't just break records; we shattered them. This is officially the highest-grossing Royal Rumble in the history of WWE. The gate numbers are unprecedented for this market, and while I can't give you the exact streaming data yet, the early indications from Netflix suggest that the viewership tonight has eclipsed anything we have ever done on a premium live event platform. We are trending number one in 84 countries right now. That is the power of this brand. That is the power of the stories we are telling. Indianapolis, you were incredible. The energy out there... you could feel it in your chest. It’s nights like this that remind me why we do this. We are in a golden era, folks. A renaissance. And tonight was just the beginning of the road to Las Vegas."

Addressing the John Cena Victory: "I want to talk about John Cena. You know, we talk a lot about 'eras' in this business. We talk about the Attitude Era, the Ruthless Aggression Era. But for the last twenty years, there has been one constant, and that is John Cena. Tonight, watching him out there... it was emotional. Not just for the fans, but for me. For everyone in the back. John has been very clear that this is the 'Final Tour.' He knows the clock is ticking. But tonight, he didn't look like a man on a farewell tour; he looked like a man on a mission. To go the distance, to outlast 29 of the absolute best athletes in the world—Bron Breakker, Gunther, Punk, Rollins—it’s a testament to his discipline. He isn't doing this for a paycheck. He isn't doing this for ego. He's doing this because he loves this business more than anyone I've ever met. WrestleMania 41 in Las Vegas... Cena in the main event... it just feels right. It feels like destiny."

The Women’s Royal Rumble & IYO SKY: "And how about IYO SKY? Let's give her her flowers. We saw incredible performances in the Women's Rumble tonight. Jordynne Grace coming through the Forbidden Door from TNA and showing the world why she is a champion. Charlotte Flair returning and looking like she never missed a day. But IYO... IYO is special. She has spent a long time in the shadow of Damage CTRL, playing her role, being a team player. Tonight, she stepped out of that shadow. She flew solo. That performance... the endurance, the athleticism... it was breathtaking. She has earned her spot. She has earned the right to choose her destiny. Whether she chooses Rhea Ripley or Tiffany Stratton, that main event at WrestleMania is going to be a classic. I couldn't be prouder of the women's division tonight. They set the tone for the entire show."

Medical Updates (Serious Tone): Levesque’s demeanor shifts. He takes off his glasses and leans closer to the microphone, his expression hardening. "Now, I have to address the reality of what we do. This isn't ballet. Tonight was violent. It was emotional. And unfortunately, people got hurt. I want to give you a few updates on the medical status of some of our talent. First, Cody Rhodes. The Undisputed Champion went to war in that ladder match. He refused transport to the hospital, he has received 12 stitches for a laceration above his eye. AJ Styles... AJ suffered severe laryngeal trauma during the match with Gunther. He had trouble breathing backstage. He is being evaluated now, but it doesn't look good for the immediate future. And then... CM Punk." Levesque pauses, choosing his words carefully. "What happened on those steel steps... that went beyond competition. That was personal. CM Punk has been transported to a local trauma center for a CAT scan. We are concerned about a potential orbital fracture and a severe concussion. We will know more in the morning, but obviously, his status for WrestleMania is now a massive question mark. We wish him the best, but I also have to look at the actions of Seth Rollins. We will be handling that internally."

The Bloodline & Zilla Fatu: "The Bloodline... it’s a story that keeps evolving. Just when you think you know the players, the board changes. Tonight, we saw Zilla Fatu. The son of Umaga. I think a lot of people were shocked. I wasn't. This family... this dynasty... it runs deep. The Civil War isn't just a tagline. It is a very real fracture in the most dominant family in our industry. Zilla brings a volatility that I don't think Solo Sikoa accounted for. We saw Jacob Fatu—who is an absolute monster, by the way—get neutralized. This is going to get worse before it gets better. And for Roman Reigns... to come back, to stand tall, only to have it ripped away... it’s tragic. But it’s compelling."

Q&A - The "Jon Moxley" Situation: A reporter from ESPN raises a hand. "Paul, we have to ask about the elephant in the room. Jon Moxley. He is an AEW contracted talent. He just jumped the barricade and eliminated Roman Reigns. How is that possible? Is he signed? Is this a partnership?"

Triple H takes a slow sip of water, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He sets the bottle down. "You know, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: 'Never say never.' We are in a new era. The old rules? They don't apply anymore. The walls that used to separate promotions... they are becoming doors. We saw it with Jordynne Grace. We saw it with Joe Hendry. And tonight... you saw Jon Moxley. Look, business has changed. The landscape has changed. If the 'Final Boss'—and you know who I'm talking about, The Rock, who sits on our Board of Directors—if he decides he needs a specific job done... if he decides he needs a specific type of violence to handle a problem like Roman Reigns... he has the rolodex to make that happen. He has the connections. Did Jon Moxley sign a WWE contract? No. Was he here tonight as an independent contractor fulfilling a specific request from a Board Member? I'll let you connect the dots. But I will say this: WrestleMania 41 in Las Vegas. The city of high stakes. The city of gambles. And tonight, The Rock made a hell of a gamble. It paid off for him. But I have a feeling Roman Reigns isn't going to let that slide. As for partnerships... as for Forbidden Doors... stay tuned. We're just getting started."

Q&A - Seth Rollins' Actions: Question from Bleacher Report: "Paul, following up on Seth Rollins. The Curb Stomp on the steel steps... that looked criminal. Is there a line between storyline aggression and genuine danger? Will Seth face a suspension?"

Triple H: "Listen, emotions run high in this business. We are in the heat of battle. But I will admit, what I saw tonight... there is a line. And I think Seth crossed it. We have rules for a reason. We have safety protocols for a reason. When you take a steel chair and you trap a man's head in it, and you drive it into steel steps... that's not trying to win a match. That's trying to end a career. I haven't spoken to Seth yet. He's... not in a place to be spoken to right now. But we will be reviewing the footage. We will be talking to our medical team about Punk's condition. And if disciplinary action is needed, it will be taken. No one is above the safety of this roster."

Q&A - John Cena's Schedule: Question from CBS Sports: "With John Cena winning, the path to WrestleMania is set. But John has Hollywood commitments. Is he going to be a part-time winner, or can we expect to see him on the road to Vegas?"

Triple H: "I'm glad you asked that. Because I think there is a misconception about John's 'Final Tour.' He isn't dipping his toe in. He's diving in. John has cleared his schedule. He has pushed back projects. He has told us, 'If I'm doing this, I'm doing it the right way.' You will see John Cena on Raw. You will see him on SmackDown. This is the Netflix Era, and John understands that eyes are on us 24/7. He wants to earn this main event. He doesn't want it handed to him. So to answer your question: John Cena is all in."

Q&A - Zilla Fatu's Status: Question from PWInsider: "Zilla Fatu debuting tonight was a shock. Did he bypass NXT? Is he officially part of the main roster?"

Triple H: "You know, we have an incredible system in NXT. The Performance Center is the best in the world. But sometimes... sometimes greatness is just in the DNA. You look at that family. You look at the bloodline. Sometimes you don't need to teach a shark how to swim. Zilla has been training, he has been working, but we felt the time was right to throw him into the deep end. And he swam. He didn't just swim; he changed the tide of the entire Civil War. Is he main roster? I think his actions tonight answered that. He's here."

Q&A - Rhea Ripley & Raquel Rodriguez: Question from The Ringer: "The Women's World Championship match was incredibly physical. The Tejana Bomb, the Riptide... both women looked battered. Is there concern about the level of brutality escalating in the women's division?"

Triple H: "Concern? No. Pride? Yes. Rhea Ripley and Raquel Rodriguez went out there and tore the house down. They proved that they are the two most dominant, physical forces in this industry, male or female. Rhea is walking out of here with bruises. She's walking out with a limp. But she's walking out as champion. That is the standard she sets. If the brutality is escalating, it's because the stakes are escalating. The women's division isn't just catching up; in many ways, tonight, they led the pack."

Q&A - Gunther's Dominance: Question from Sports Illustrated: "Gunther looked absolutely unstoppable tonight. He choked out AJ Styles. Is there anyone left on the roster who can realistically challenge him at this point?"

Triple H: (Laughs dryly) "That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? Gunther has turned that title into a fortress. He has defeated legends, he has defeated technicians, he has defeated brawlers. AJ Styles is one of the best to ever do it, and Gunther treated him like a warm-up. But we have to remember: the ball is in John Cena's court now. He has the option. Does he go after Cody Rhodes and the Undisputed Championship, or does he try to topple the Ring General? If Cena chooses Cody, then we have six hungry men entering the Elimination Chamber to fight for the right to face Gunther. If Cena chooses Gunther... well, then the Chamber determines Cody's challenger. Honestly? Whoever steps into the ring with Gunther, I wish them luck. Because right now, he is operating on a different level than anyone else on the planet."

Q&A - Netflix Partnership: Question from Variety: "From a business standpoint, this was the first major PLE on Netflix. Were there any technical hurdles? How are the executives feeling about the stream quality and the global reach?"

Triple H: "Seamless. Absolutely seamless. I was on the headset with our production truck and the Netflix team in Los Gatos all night. The latency was non-existent. The picture quality was crystal clear 4K. And the reach... look, we are instantly in 260 million homes. The feedback I'm getting from the Netflix executives is that they are thrilled. We drove subscriptions, we drove engagement, and we proved that live sports entertainment belongs on the world's biggest streaming service. This partnership is the future, and tonight proved it works."

Q&A - Ladder Match Violence: Question from Fightful: "Cody Rhodes and Kevin Owens took incredible risks tonight. The Swanton through the table, the Cross Rhodes off the ladder. Was there any hesitation in letting them go that far?"

Triple H: "You don't 'let' Cody Rhodes and Kevin Owens do anything. They are artists. They are competitors. When you have a rivalry that personal, that deep... you can't put handcuffs on it. Did I hold my breath a few times? Absolutely. When Kevin went off that ladder... yeah, my heart was in my throat. But that's what makes them great. They left it all out there. They sacrificed their bodies for that championship. It's not for the faint of heart, but that passion is why our fans invest so deeply."

Q&A - Elimination Chamber & Future: Question from Indianapolis Star: "Final question, Paul. You mentioned the road to Vegas. Elimination Chamber is next in Toronto. With the way tonight ended, what can we expect as we head toward March?"

Triple H: "You can expect the unexpected. We have a lot of unsettled business. The Bloodline is a powder keg. Seth Rollins is a loose cannon. John Cena has a target on his back. And we have the Elimination Chamber structure waiting in Toronto. The road to Las Vegas goes through ten tons of steel. Tonight was the spark. Toronto will be the fire. And by the time we get to Allegiant Stadium... this industry will look very different. Thank you all for being here. Safe travels."

Closing Remarks: Triple H stands up, putting his glasses back in his pocket, nodding to the remaining journalists. "Thank you, Indianapolis. You were the perfect hosts. We'll see you down the road."

SEGMENT 2.5: POST-PRESS CONFERENCE PANEL ANALYSIS

Host: Jackie Redmond Panelists: Big E, Wade Barrett

Overview: As Paul Levesque exits the press room, the camera pans back to the panel desk situated in the back of the room. The three analysts look at each other, clearly processing the weight of the comments just made.

Jackie Redmond: "Paul Levesque dropping bombs on his way out the door. We have confirmation on record breaking numbers, which we expected, but Wade... I have to start with the phrasing he used regarding Jon Moxley. 'Independent Contractor.' 'Rolodex.' He explicitly stated that The Rock—a Board Member—called in a favor to handle Roman Reigns. That is... that is terrifying precedent, isn't it?"

Wade Barrett: (Leaning forward, looking genuinely concerned) "Terrifying is the word, Jackie. Look, we all know the history. We know the 'Forbidden Door' concept. But this isn't just a door opening for a dream match. This is weaponization of the free market. If The Rock can bypass the roster, bypass the General Managers, and simply hire a mercenary from another company to eliminate his own cousin... what does that mean for the locker room? What stops him from hiring someone to take out Cody Rhodes? Or Gunther? It completely destabilizes the ecosystem of WWE. Roman Reigns isn't just fighting the Bloodline anymore; he's fighting a corporate entity that can outsource his destruction. That answer from Triple H wasn't just a confirmation; it was a warning shot."

Big E: "And let's talk about the other shocker. Zilla Fatu. Triple H didn't mince words. 'Sometimes you don't need to teach a shark how to swim.' He confirmed Zilla is main roster. No NXT. No Performance Center seasoning. He is thrown right into the deep end of the Civil War. That is a massive amount of pressure for a young man, but looking at what he did to Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa tonight? He might be the most dangerous wildcard in this entire saga. The Bloodline has always been about numbers, and now, The Usos have their equalizer. But Wade, I have to ask... do you buy the 'disciplinary action' talk regarding Seth Rollins?"

Wade Barrett: "Absolutely not. Look, Triple H has to say that. He has to say 'we are reviewing the footage' for the shareholders and the sponsors. But let's be real. Seth Rollins took out CM Punk. He removed a major variable from the WrestleMania equation. In a sick, twisted way, that benefits the office. It clears the board. Do I think Seth gets a fine? Sure. Do I think he gets suspended? Not a chance. You don't suspend your top guy right before Elimination Chamber. Seth knows he's untouchable, and that makes him more dangerous than ever. That Curb Stomp wasn't a wrestling move; it was an execution. And if Punk has an orbital fracture like Triple H hinted... Seth might have just ended the 'Best in the World's' return before it really began."

Jackie Redmond: "It’s a chilling thought. And speaking of danger, we have to look at the WrestleMania implications. Triple H confirmed John Cena is 'all in'—full schedule, Raw and SmackDown. But he also put the ball squarely in Cena's court regarding his opponent. Gunther or Cody Rhodes. Big E, if you are John Cena, standing at the end of your career, looking at number 17... which dragon do you try to slay?"

Big E: "Man, that is the Sophie's Choice of wrestling right now. On one hand, you have Cody Rhodes. The American Nightmare. The story there is respect. It's legacy. It's the two biggest babyfaces of their generations. But Cody is hurt. He's bleeding buckets tonight. He's vulnerable. On the other hand... you have Gunther. The Ring General. The man who just choked out AJ Styles without breaking a sweat. Triple H called Gunther's title reign a 'fortress.' If Cena wants to be the undisputed greatest of all time, beating Gunther is the ultimate statement. But physically? I don't know if anyone's body can withstand Gunther right now. If I'm Cena... I might look at Cody and think, 'I can out-wrestle him.' You don't out-wrestle Gunther. You survive him. I think Cena chooses Cody."

Wade Barrett: "I disagree. Cena is chasing history. He's chasing Ric Flair's record. Gunther represents the 'integrity' of the sport that Cena has defended for 20 years. I think Cena looks at Gunther and sees a bully that needs to be humbled. Plus, stylistically? Cena loves a fight. But regardless of who he chooses, the landscape has shifted. We are in the Netflix Era now. The rules are gone. Board members hiring mercenaries. Rookies skipping developmental. Champions being assaulted on steel steps. The inmates aren't running the asylum, Jackie. The asylum has burned down, and we're all just living in the ashes."

Jackie Redmond: "A grim but accurate assessment, Wade. We are out of time here on the post-show. The Road to WrestleMania has begun, and the first stop is Raw on Netflix this Monday night. Will we see Jon Moxley again? Will Seth Rollins face justice? And who will John Cena choose? We will find out together. But the night isn't over yet. The Women's World Champion has just taken her place at the podium. Let's send it back down to the floor for Rhea Ripley."

SEGMENT 3: RHEA RIPLEY (Women's World Champion)

Appearance: The press room goes momentarily silent as the heavy doors swing open. Rhea Ripley enters, but gone is the usual swagger. She is limping noticeably, favoring her left leg, and her Women's World Championship belt is clutched tightly against her chest like a shield rather than draped over her shoulder. Her signature makeup is smeared—a chaotic mix of black paint, sweat, and perhaps a trace of blood. She moves slowly to the podium, wincing visibly as she lowers herself into the chair. She places the title on the table with a heavy, metallic thud, then stares out at the assembled press with eyes that are equal parts exhausted and defiant. She takes a long drink of water, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and leans into the microphone.

Opening Statement: "Don't ask me how I'm feeling. You saw what happened out there. I feel like I got hit by a truck, and then the truck backed up and ran over me again. Raquel Rodriguez... she brought a war tonight. I'll give her that. She wanted to break my back. She wanted to end my career. She thought that if she could physically dismantle me, she could take this..." Rhea taps the gold plate of her championship. "But she forgot one thing. You can break my body, but you can't break Mami. I am still the Women's World Champion. And I am still the most dominant woman in this industry. So, let's get this over with. Who's got the first question?"

Q&A - Raquel Rodriguez & The Injury: Question from ESPN: "Rhea, you mentioned your back. Raquel targeted it relentlessly. There were moments in that match, specifically during the Bearhug and the Tejana Bomb, where it looked like you were fading. How close were you to losing consciousness, and what is the status of your lower back right now?"

Rhea Ripley: "Look, I'm not going to sit here and lie to you. Raquel knows my weaknesses. We were best friends. She knows every injury I've ever had. She went for the kill. When she had me in that rack... yeah, the lights started to dim. The pain was... it was blinding. But that's the difference between me and everyone else. When the pain gets too much for them, they tap. When the pain gets too much for me? I get angry. I channeled that. As for my back? It's not good. I'm going to be feeling this for a long time. I might need ice, I might need tape, I might need needles. But I walked out of that ring on my own two feet, and Raquel didn't. That says everything you need to know. She’s in my rearview mirror now. She’s the past."

Q&A - Liv Morgan & The Chair Shot: Question from Bleacher Report: "We have to talk about the interference. Liv Morgan tried to cost you the title again. You responded by throwing a steel chair directly into her face. That was a shocking moment of violence. Was that instinct, or was that a message?"

Rhea Ripley: (A dark smile spreads across her face) "A message? No. That was a receipt. Liv Morgan thinks this is a game. She thinks she's playing 4D chess, running around with her 'Revenge Tour,' manipulating people, hiding behind security. She thought she could distract me and hand Raquel the win. But I saw her. I saw that smirk on her face. And in that moment, I didn't care about the disqualification. I didn't care about the rules. I just wanted to wipe that smile off her face permanently. I threw that chair with every ounce of hate I have in my body. And judging by the sound it made when it connected? I think she got the message loud and clear. That was checkmate, Liv. Keep playing games, and next time, it won't be a chair. It’ll be my boot."

Q&A - IYO SKY & WrestleMania: Question from Japan Sports Press: "Tonight, IYO SKY won the Royal Rumble. She stated she wants 'the best' at WrestleMania. If she chooses you, are you ready for that challenge, especially given your physical condition?"

Rhea Ripley: "I saw IYO. I saw what she did. Respect where respect is due—she outlasted twenty-nine other women. She flew solo tonight, no Damage CTRL to save her. That takes guts. But does she really want this smoke? Does she want to step into the ring with Mami on the grandest stage of them all? IYO is a high-flyer. She likes to soar. But there's an old saying: if you fly too close to the sun, you get burned. I am the sun. I am the heat in this division. If she chooses me... I'll burn her wings off. I'll ground her. And then I'll do to her what I did to Raquel, what I did to Charlotte, what I did to everyone else. I will conquer her. But hey, it's her choice. If she wants to make the biggest mistake of her life, I'll be waiting in Vegas."

Q&A - The Terror Twins vs. Judgment Day: Question from PWInsider: "Rhea, we've seen factions crumbling tonight. The Bloodline is in chaos. Damage CTRL wasn't out there with IYO. And frankly, the new Judgment Day—Finn, Dom, Liv—they didn't have a great night either. Where do you and Damian Priest stand in all this? Are the 'Terror Twins' now the dominant force on Raw?"

Rhea Ripley: "Chaos is a ladder, right? The Bloodline is eating itself alive. Damage CTRL is fragmenting. And that 'clubhouse' Finn and Liv are running? It's a joke. They think they are the Judgment Day, but they're just street trash playing dress-up. Me and Damian... we aren't a faction. We don't need a cool name or a secret handshake. We are the Terror Twins. We are brutality personified. While everyone else is worried about 'Civil Wars' and 'Forbidden Doors,' we are worried about power. And tonight, despite the limp, despite the bruises... I still have the gold. Damian is still the Punisher. We don't need a family. We just need to remind everyone why we run Monday Night Raw. Period."

Closing: Rhea slowly pushes herself up from the chair, groaning audibly as her back straightens. She grabs the title belt, draping it carefully over her shoulder this time. She glares at the cameras one last time. "I'm going to find some ice. And maybe a stiff drink. Don't follow me." She turns and limps out of the room, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.

SEGMENT 4: GUNTHER (World Heavyweight Champion)

Appearance: The press room goes completely silent before the door even opens. Ludwig Kaiser enters first, dressed impeccably in a fitted suit. He scowls at the assembled media, gesturing for silence with a sharp wave of his hand. "Please... show the proper respect to your World Heavyweight Champion... DER RING GENERAL... GUNTHER!"

Gunther strides into the room. He is still in his ring gear, black trunks, and boots, but he has donned his pristine, long black trench coat. He looks less like he just wrestled a match and more like he just finished a light workout. There isn't a drop of sweat on his forehead. He carries the World Heavyweight Championship belt not over his shoulder, but folded neatly over his forearm. He approaches the table, places the title down with a deliberate, heavy thud that echoes in the quiet room, and remains standing. He looks down at the journalists with a gaze that is equal parts boredom and disdain. He doesn't sit. Sitting is for the weak.

Opening Statement: "I will make this brief. I have very little patience for the pageantry of this... circus. Tonight, I did exactly what I said I would do. I restored order. I defended the sanctity of this championship against a man who embodies everything wrong with modern wrestling. AJ Styles... 'The Phenomenal One.' A nickname for a acrobat. A stuntman. He tried to dazzle you. He tried to fly. And I grounded him. I broke his spirit, I cut off his air, and I put him to sleep. It was not a contest; it was a correction. So, ask your questions quickly. I have better places to be."

Q&A - AJ Styles & The Choke: Question from Sports Illustrated: "Gunther, the finish was terrifying. You held the Gojira Clutch long after AJ Styles went limp. Triple H mentioned AJ has suffered severe laryngeal trauma. Was the intent to injure him permanently?"

Gunther: (A cold, humorless smirk touches his lips) "The intent was victory. If AJ Styles' body was too weak to withstand the pressure of my grip, that is a failure of his conditioning, not a malice of my intent. The ring is a dangerous place. It is not a playground for high-flying children. AJ Styles entered the ring thinking his legacy would protect him. He found out that legacy does not breathe for you. If he cannot speak tomorrow... perhaps he will finally learn the value of silence. I do not care about his health. I care about my title."

Q&A - John Cena's Challenge: Question from BBC Sport: "John Cena won the Royal Rumble tonight. He has the choice: Cody Rhodes or you. He is chasing his 17th World Title to break Ric Flair's record. If he chooses you for WrestleMania, how do you view that challenge?"

Gunther: "John Cena. The 'Greatest of All Time.' A man who built a career on catchphrases, t-shirts, and pandering to the lowest common denominator. He represents the era of sports entertainment that I am here to dismantle. He is a nostalgia act. A relic. If he chooses Cody Rhodes, he chooses a safe story. A story of 'respect.' If he chooses me... he chooses reality. I am not a story, I am a wall. If John Cena wants his 'Final Tour' to end in tragedy... if he wants to be humiliated on the grandest stage... then by all means, come find me. I will not just beat him; I will expose him. I will show the world that their hero is nothing but an old man in sneakers."

Q&A - The "Netflix Era" & Violence: Question from The Ringer: "Tonight was incredibly violent. Moxley, Rollins, the blood. As a traditionalist, do you feel this new 'Netflix Era' is straying too far from the pure sport you advocate for?"

Gunther: "This 'era' is undisciplined. It is chaotic. People jumping barricades? People stomping heads on steps? It is barbaric. It lacks honor. That is why I am necessary. I am the anchor. While everyone else loses their minds, behaving like animals in a cage, I remain the General. I provide the structure. My matches are not brawls; they are symphonies of struggle. I do not need weapons. I do not need surprise run-ins. I have my two hands and my will. As long as I hold this..." He taps the title. "...the sport lives. Everything else is just noise."

The Storm Off: Question from a Social Media Influencer: "Gunther! Gunther! Do you think you have enough 'aura' to handle the rizz of someone like Bron Breakker if he steps up next?"

Gunther stares at the influencer. The room temperature seems to drop ten degrees. He looks at Kaiser, then back at the person holding the phone. "Aura? Rizz?" Gunther scoffs, a sound of pure disgust. He picks up his title belt. "I am the World Heavyweight Champion. I am a professional wrestler. I do not speak... whatever that was. This is exactly what I mean. Children asking questions to men. I am done here." Gunther turns sharply, his coat swishing behind him. Kaiser sneers at the influencer, "Unbelievable disrespect!" and follows his leader. Gunther storms out the door without looking back, leaving the room in a stunned, awkward silence.

SEGMENT 5: IYO SKY (Women's Royal Rumble Winner)

Appearance: The tension from Gunther's abrupt and icy departure still hangs in the air, but the mood shifts instantly as IYO SKY enters. The harsh silence is broken by applause from the international media. She walks in alone—no Dakota Kai, no Kairi Sane. She is wearing a commemorative Royal Rumble winner t-shirt over her ring gear, but her face tells the real story. She is beaming. A radiant, genuine smile lights up the room, a stark contrast to the Ring General's scowl. She sits down, places the microphone in front of her, and bows her head slightly in gratitude. She looks light, unburdened, and undeniably happy.

Opening Statement: "Thank you! Thank you so much!" Her voice is bright, filled with emotion. "I am... so happy. Today, IYO SKY fly high. Very high! Indianapolis... amazing. The fans... amazing." She touches her chest, looking genuinely moved. "For a long time, I fight for a team. I fight for Damage CTRL. But tonight... I fight for me. I fight for IYO. And I prove... I can do it. I can fly alone. And I can touch the sky."

Q&A - The Solo Victory: Question from Tokyo Sports: "IYO, congratulations. You mentioned fighting for yourself. We are used to seeing you with Damage CTRL. Why was it important for you to enter this match alone, and how does it feel to win without them by your side?"

IYO SKY: (Speaking in Japanese, then translating for herself with passion) "My sisters... Dakota, Kairi, Asuka... I love them. Always. They are my family. We change the game together. But... sometimes, the bird must leave the nest to see how strong the wings are. Tonight, I needed to know. Am I strong enough? Am I the best? If they were here, maybe they help me. Maybe they save me. But then... it is our win. Tonight, I needed my win. And when I stand on that turnbuckle... when I point to the sign... I know. I am strong enough. I love Damage CTRL. But now... I walk my own path. A happy path!" She grins, flashing a peace sign.

Q&A - Overcoming the Giants: Question from Bleacher Report: "You were in there with some titans. Charlotte Flair returned. Jordynne Grace was there. Nia Jax. Jade Cargill. You are one of the smaller competitors in the match. How did you manage to outlast such powerful women?"

IYO SKY: "Big... small... it doesn't matter!" She laughs. "They have power. I have heart. And I have... speed! Did you see? Zoom! Zoom!" She mimics her movements with her hands, making the room chuckle. "Charlotte is the Queen. Respect. Jordynne is strong. Respect. But in the Royal Rumble... you cannot catch what you cannot touch. I am the Genius of the Sky. I see the ring differently. I see angles. I see moments. They try to smash... I try to survive. And in the end... the sky is always above the mountain. Tonight, I was above them all."

Q&A - The Choice (WrestleMania): Question from ESPN: "IYO, you have a massive decision to make. You can challenge the Women's World Champion, Rhea Ripley, who we just saw is very dangerous. Or you can challenge the WWE Women's Champion Tiffany Stratton. Have you thought about who you want to face in Las Vegas?"

IYO SKY: (Her expression becomes more serious, thoughtful) "Rhea Ripley... Mami. She is... scary. Very scary." She shudders playfully, then smiles. "But she is also the top. And Tiffany... she is 'Tiffy Time.' Very talented. But for WrestleMania... Las Vegas... I want the biggest fight. I want the fight that makes history. I want the fight that makes the world watch. I will not choose today. I will enjoy this!" She gestures to herself. "But soon... I will choose the best. Because to be the best... you must beat the best. And IYO SKY... is ready for anyone."

Q&A - The New Attitude: Question from WWE Social: "We haven't seen you smile like this in a long time. Is this the new IYO SKY we can expect going forward? A happier, solo IYO?"

IYO SKY: "Yes! For a long time... I was angry. I was dark. I follow orders. But now? I feel free. The fans... they cheer for me. They sing my song. It makes my heart warm. So yes... this is IYO. The real IYO. I want to fight hard, I want to fly high, and I want to smile! Because this..." She sweeps her arm across the room. "This is a dream. And I am living it. Why be angry when you can be a champion?"

Closing: IYO stands up, grabbing her commemorative t-shirt and waving it like a flag. "Thank you everyone! See you in Las Vegas!" She bows again, beaming, and skips off the stage, leaving a wave of positivity that completely cleanses the palate from the previous segment.

SEGMENT 6: CODY RHODES (Undisputed WWE Champion)

Appearance: The atmosphere in the room shifts from IYO's radiant joy to a somber, heavy silence as Cody Rhodes emerges. He looks like a man who has survived a car crash. A large, white bandage is plastered across his forehead, already seeping crimson. His ribs are taped so heavily they look like armor under his torn open dress shirt. He isn't wearing the pristine suit we usually see. He's wearing the remnants of his ring gear, boots unlaced, and a towel draped over his head. The Undisputed WWE Championship—usually gleaming—is stained with blood and dust. He walks with a pronounced limp, favoring his left leg. He doesn't sit immediately; he leans heavily on the podium, exhaling a shuddering breath that echoes in the quiet room. He gently unbuckles the title and lays it on the table with reverence, staring at it for a long moment before looking up. His eyes are red-rimmed, exhausted, but burning with a fierce, painful intensity.

Opening Statement: "They... (he coughs, wincing and holding his ribs) they tell you about the glory. They tell you about the lights, the pyro, the adoration. But nobody tells you about the silence after the bell rings. Nobody tells you about the feeling of your own blood drying on your face while you try to process that you just tried to destroy someone you love." Cody pauses, his voice cracking with emotion. "Tonight wasn't wrestling. It wasn't sports entertainment. It was a demolition derby of the soul. Kevin Owens... Kevin and I have shared miles, meals, and secrets. We were brothers. And tonight... I felt him trying to end me. Not just beat me. End me. And the terrifying part? I had to go to that same dark place to stop him. I am still the Undisputed WWE Champion. I finished this chapter. But the cost... (he looks down at his shaking hands)... the cost was higher than I ever imagined. But I'm still standing. So, let's do this. I'm ready."

Q&A 1 - The Personal Toll: Question from ESPN: "Cody, we saw the embrace after the match, but it was brief. Kevin Owens walked away without looking back. Do you think that friendship is salvageable, or did tonight break it permanently?"

Cody Rhodes: "Salvageable? I don't know. Honestly, I don't know if I want it to be right now. You don't throw your brother off a ladder if you want to be saved. You don't put him through a table from fifteen feet in the air if you care about his future. Kevin made his choice. He chose envy over brotherhood. He chose the title over our bond. When I climbed those rungs and pulled this championship down... I wasn't leaving my friend in the ring. I was leaving a ghost. A ghost of the man I used to know. Maybe one day, down the road, we can have a beer and laugh about scars. But right now? The trust is gone. And without trust, there is no friendship. Just history."

Q&A 2 - The Physical Damage: Question from Bleacher Report: "Triple H mentioned you needed 12 stitches and have severe bruising. Can you walk us through the physical toll of that Ladder Match, specifically the Swanton Bomb through the table?"

Cody Rhodes: "Twelve stitches is... (he touches the bandage gingerly) ...optimistic. I think the doc stopped counting because he ran out of thread. The Swanton? It felt like the ceiling collapsed on my chest. It wasn't just the impact; it was the intent. Kevin is a heavy man, and he put every ounce of his weight into crushing my sternum. I can't take a deep breath right now. Every inhale is a reminder. My hip feels like it's out of alignment from the ladder spot. I’m walking on adrenaline and stubbornness. But this..." He pats the title. "This makes the pain irrelevant. Pain is temporary. Gold is forever. I’ll heal. But I earned every single one of these bruises tonight."

Q&A 3 - John Cena's Potential Challenge: Question from CBS Sports: "John Cena has won the Royal Rumble. He has a choice to make. He can challenge Gunther, or he can challenge you for the Undisputed Championship. If he chooses you, it’s 'The American Nightmare' vs. 'The Greatest of All Time' for his record-breaking 17th title. What are your thoughts on that possibility?"

Cody Rhodes: "John Cena. The man on the mountain. The standard bearer. If he chooses me... it would be the honor of my life. But let's be clear: it would also be the fight of my life. John isn't just chasing a title; he's chasing immortality. He's chasing Ric Flair's ghost. If he steps into the ring with me at WrestleMania, he's asking me to be the one to deny him that history. To be the one to end the 'Final Tour' without the fairytale ending. And as much as I respect John... as much as I looked up to him... I will not lay down. I didn't finish my story just to be a footnote in his. If John wants number 17, he'll have to go through the Nightmare. And I promise you, I will not make it easy."

Q&A 4 - The Rock & The Bloodline Chaos: Question from The Ringer: "Paul Levesque strongly implied earlier that The Rock was the one who orchestrated Jon Moxley's appearance to take out Roman Reigns. We haven't heard from The Rock, but if he is pulling strings like that against his own family, are you concerned about what he might have planned for you?"

Cody Rhodes: "So that's the word? The Rock calling in favors? It doesn't surprise me. That's how 'The Final Boss' operates, right? From the shadows. From the Boardroom. He outsources the violence while keeping his hands clean. Listen, The Rock can sit on the Board. He can call himself the High Chief... I don't care. I beat Roman Reigns when he had the entire Bloodline behind him. I survived the chaos tonight. If The Rock thinks he can write the end of my story, he's forgotten who holds the pen. I am the Champion. I am the constant. If he has a problem with me, he knows where to find me. I'm not hard to find. I'm right here, under the bright lights, doing the work he used to do. When he finally decides to speak, tell him to bring his book. I'll bring the fire."

Q&A 5 - The "Netflix Era" Violence: Question from Variety: "Tonight felt different. The blood, the language, the intensity. We are in the 'Netflix Era' now. Do you feel this shift in tone suits you, or does it change how you have to operate as the face of the company?"

Cody Rhodes: "It changes everything. The safety net is gone. You saw it tonight. We aren't playing by cable TV rules anymore. The gloves are off. And honestly? Good. Because this business is violent. It is dangerous. We've been pretending it's a variety show for a long time, but at its core, it's combat. It's struggle. The blood on my face? That's real. The hate in Kevin's eyes? That was real. If this new era means we get to be more authentic, more raw, more visceral... then I welcome it. I might wear a suit, I might kiss babies, but I grew up in this business. I know how to fight in the mud. I know how to bleed. If the Netflix Era wants a war, I'm the perfect soldier for it."

Q&A 6 - The Road to Las Vegas: Question from Indianapolis Star: "Final question, Cody. You're leaving Indianapolis battered and bruised, but you're still the champ. As we look toward Elimination Chamber and then WrestleMania in Vegas, what is your mindset right now?"

Cody Rhodes: "My mindset? Survival. But more than that... endurance. They threw a Ladder Match at me. I survived. They threw my best friend at me. I survived. Now I have The Rock looming, John Cena potentially knocking, and a locker room full of wolves smelling blood. But let them come. Let them all come. Because every time they try to knock me down, I get up. I get up for my family. I get up for the fans. I get up for this legacy. Las Vegas is the city of gambling, right? Well, I'm pushing all my chips to the center of the table. I'm betting on myself. And I like my odds."

Closing: Cody pushes himself up from the podium, wincing visibly as his weight shifts. He picks up the title belt, looking at it with a mix of love and exhaustion. He drapes it over his shoulder, the leather stained with his own blood. "Thank you, everyone. Safe travels." He turns and limps slowly out of the room, leaving a trail of silence behind him that speaks volumes about the physical toll of being the champion.

SEGMENT 7: JOHN CENA (2025 Royal Rumble Winner)

Appearance: The room goes silent, not out of tension, but out of reverence. John Cena enters. He is still in his ring gear, though he has thrown a 'Never Give Up' towel around his neck. He looks every bit of his 47 years—sweat-drenched, a bruise forming on his jaw, walking with a visible stiffness that wasn't there ten years ago. But his eyes are bright, alive with a mixture of adrenaline and profound gratitude. He sits down slowly, letting out a long, heavy exhale that the microphone picks up. He looks at the water bottle, cracks it open, takes a sip, and then looks up with that signature smile.

Opening Statement: "Fifteen years ago, I would have sprinted in here, made a joke, and told you 'The Champ is Here.' Tonight... tonight, I just want to say thank you. Thank you to the 60,000 people out there who refused to let an old man go gently into that good night. Thank you to the boys in the back who pushed me to a limit I didn't know I still had. When I announced this 'Final Tour,' I promised you I wouldn't phone it in. I promised I wouldn't just play the hits. I promised I would earn every second. Tonight, standing in that ring, looking at Randy, looking at Bron, looking at the future and the past colliding... I realized something. I'm not doing this for a record. I'm not doing this for a legacy. I'm doing this because I love it. I love it more than I can put into words. And tonight, Indianapolis loved me back. So, let's talk. I've got time."

Q&A - The Randy Orton Showdown: Question from CBS Sports: "John, it came down to you and Randy Orton. Two of the greatest rivals in history. Can you take us through that final moment? What went through your mind when it was just you and him?"

John Cena: "It felt like time stopped. Honestly. You look across the ring, and you see a guy you came up with in OVW. A guy you drove up and down the roads with when we had nothing but ambition and bad haircuts. Randy is... he's the other side of my coin. We are Batman and the Joker. We are Superman and Lex Luthor. To have it come down to us, in 2025? It's poetic. But it's also terrifying, because nobody knows me better than Randy. He knew the shoulder tackle was coming. He knew the AA setup. That final sequence... it wasn't wrestling. It was chess. And I had to be willing to do something I don't usually do—I had to be ruthless. Eliminating Randy wasn't just about winning the Rumble; it was about closing a chapter. I love him. I respect him. But I needed to beat him. And I think, in a weird way, he needed me to beat him too. It was the only way this could end."

Q&A - The Physical Toll: Question from ESPN: "You've been gone for a while. You come back, you enter the Rumble, you go the distance. How is the body feeling right now compared to your prime?"

John Cena: "My prime? (Laughs) Man, my prime feels like a different lifetime. Look, I'm not going to lie to you. Everything hurts. My back, my neck, my ego. The recovery time isn't what it used to be. Tomorrow morning is going to be a humble pie served cold. But that's the trade-off. You trade the cartilage for the memories. You trade the comfort for the glory. Am I as fast as Bron Breakker? No. Am I as strong as Gunther? Probably not anymore. But do I have the gas tank? Do I have the heart? I think I proved that tonight. I might walk a little slower to the airport tomorrow, but I'll be walking with a smile."

Q&A - The 17th World Title Record: Question from Bleacher Report: "The elephant in the room is Ric Flair's record. You are sitting at 16. You have a guaranteed shot at WrestleMania 41. Does the number 17 weigh on you? Is that the ultimate goal of this Final Tour?"

John Cena: "It's not an elephant; it's a mountain. And yeah, it casts a long shadow. For a long time, I tried to ignore it. I tried to say it was just a number. But it's not. It's the number. Ric Flair set a standard that defined this industry. To even be in the conversation is an honor. But to break it? At my last WrestleMania? That's storybook. That's the ending you write in Hollywood. But here's the thing about fairy tales in WWE—they usually end with a monster ripping the page out. Whether it's Gunther or Cody... that 17th title isn't going to be handed to me. I have to take it. And I don't know... I honestly don't know if I can. But I'm going to die trying."

Q&A - The Choice: Gunther or Cody: Question from The Ringer: "You have a choice to make. Cody Rhodes, the man who finished his story, or Gunther, the man who has rewritten the history books with his dominance. Where is your head at?"

John Cena: "That is the question, isn't it? Let's look at the options. Cody Rhodes. The American Nightmare. I look at Cody and I see a lot of myself. I see the responsibility. I see the weight of being 'the guy.' I respect the hell out of him. A match with Cody... that's a celebration of everything good about this business. It's a handshake deal. May the best man win. Then there's Gunther. (Cena’s expression hardens). Gunther isn't a celebration. Gunther is a funeral. I watched what he did to AJ Styles tonight. I heard what he said about me being a 'nostalgia act.' Gunther represents a philosophy that says fun is weakness, that the connection with the crowd is a distraction. He wants to wipe out everything I spent 20 years building. Beating Cody would be historic. Beating Gunther... that would be saving the soul of the sport. I have a lot of thinking to do. I'll have an answer on Monday."

Q&A - The "Netflix Era" Violence: Question from Variety: "You've seen a lot of eras. Tonight felt different. Jon Moxley jumping the rail. Seth Rollins assaulting Punk. The blood. Does this new landscape worry you?"

John Cena: "Worry me? No. It excites me. This business evolves. It changes. If you don't change with it, you become a dinosaur. The 'Netflix Era' means the gloves are off. It means the safety net is gone. Seeing Moxley tonight... that was a shock to the system. It reminded everyone that we are live, and anything can happen. Seth... that was hard to watch. But it's passion. Misguided, dangerous passion, but passion. I can't come back and try to play by 2010 rules in a 2025 world. I have to adapt. I have to be ready for the chaos. If The Rock wants to play board games, if Seth wants to play executioner... fine. I'll play the Peacemaker. Or I'll play the guy who knocks them all out. Either way, I'm not scared of the future. I'm just glad I get to be a part of it one last time."

Q&A - Bron Breakker: Question from PWInsider: "You had a moment with Bron Breakker. He speared you. You AA'd him. What is your assessment of the 'wolf'?"

John Cena: "He's the real deal. I've been in the ring with a lot of 'next big things.' Some of them fizzle out. Bron? He's nuclear. He hits like a truck. He moves like a cruiserweight. He has that Steiner intensity in his eyes that makes you question your life choices. Tonight, I got the better of him. Experience beat youth. But if I stayed around for another year? Or two? I don't know if the outcome is the same. He's going to carry this company. But tonight, I just wanted to remind him that the old dog still has a few teeth left."

Q&A - The Umaga Connection: Question from MTV News: "John, you had one of your most legendary rivalries with Umaga. Tonight, his son Zilla Fatu debuted and wrecked havoc. Did you see him, and what went through your mind?"

John Cena: "I did see him. And honestly? It sent a chill down my spine. I went to war with Umaga. That Last Man Standing match... I still feel it when it rains. Zilla has that same intensity. That same 'Samoan Bulldozer' energy. It's beautiful to see the legacy continue, but it’s also terrifying for anyone standing across the ring from him. If he's anything like his father, the whole roster needs to be on high alert."

Q&A - The Rock's "Final Boss" Persona: Question from The Hollywood Reporter: "You and The Rock have a storied history. He's now referring to himself as the 'Final Boss' and sitting on the Board. Do you view him differently now compared to your battles in 2012/2013?"

John Cena: "It's a different game now. Back then, it was ego vs. ego. Superstar vs. Superstar. Now? He's the house. He holds the keys. Seeing him operate this way, calling shots, hiring contractors... it’s smart business, I guess, but it’s dangerous. When you start thinking you're bigger than the business, the business usually finds a way to humble you. I hope Dwayne remembers that. He might sit at the head of the table, but the table stands on the ring we built."

Q&A - Taking a "Spot": Question from Wrestling Observer: "There will be critics who say John Cena winning in 2025 takes a spot from a younger talent like Bron Breakker or Gunther. What do you say to the locker room who might be frustrated by your victory?"

John Cena: "I say: Come and take it. I didn't ask for a free pass to WrestleMania. I entered the Rumble. I started at number 5. I went the distance. If anyone in that locker room thinks I'm taking their spot, they had 55 minutes to throw me over the top rope. Bron Breakker almost did. Randy almost did. But they didn't. This isn't a charity. It's a meritocracy. I'm holding this ticket to Vegas because I earned it. If you want the spot, you have to go through me. And as I proved tonight, that's still not as easy as it looks."

Q&A - The Ladder Match: Question from Digital Spy: "You mentioned the violence earlier. Did you watch the Undisputed Title match between Cody and Kevin Owens? What are your thoughts on what they put their bodies through?"

John Cena: "I watched every second on the monitor in the back. I was lacing my boots and I stopped. I couldn't look away. What Cody and Kevin did... that’s the burden of the gold. People think the championship is a prop. It's not. It's a weight. Kevin throwing his body through a table, Cody hitting a Cross Rhodes off a ladder... that is the sacrifice required to be 'Undisputed.' I have nothing but respect for both of them. It makes the decision of who to challenge even harder, because I know Cody is willing to die in that ring to keep his belt."

Q&A - The Consequence of Loss: Question from USA Today: "This is the Final Tour. If you get to WrestleMania, and you face Gunther or Cody, and you lose... is that it? Do we see John Cena post-Mania if you don't leave with the 17th title?"

John Cena: "If I lose at WrestleMania? That's a heavy question. Look, the Final Tour goes through December. I made a commitment to the fans to be there all year. But if I lose at Mania... if I fall short of number 17 on the biggest stage? It changes the complexion of the rest of the year. It becomes a farewell tour instead of a victory lap. But I'm not planning on losing. I'm planning on making history. But to answer you—win, lose, or draw—I'm here until the clock strikes midnight on 2025. You're stuck with me a little longer."

Closing: Cena stands up, slinging the towel over his shoulder. He looks at the room, soaking it in. "I don't know how many more of these I have. Maybe one. Maybe two. So thank you. Thank you for the questions, thank you for the time, and thank you for letting me live this dream for as long as I have. WrestleMania 41... Las Vegas... let's make some history. Never Give Up." He flashes the 'Ok' sign, taps his chest, and walks off the stage to a round of genuine applause from the press corps.

Appearance: The press conference appears to be over. Byron Saxton steps up to the podium, adjusting the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of WWE and Netflix, we want to thank you for joining us for this historic Royal Rumble Post-Show. We will see you on Monday Night R—"

"IF YA SMELL..."

The air in the room instantly changes. Byron Saxton freezes, his eyes going wide. He immediately steps back, retreating into the shadows as if his life depends on it. There is no music playing in the room, just the heavy, rhythmic thud of expensive Italian leather shoes hitting the floor. The Rock enters. He is not in wrestling gear. He is wearing a custom-tailored, silk vest and slacks that cost more than the production budget of the entire press conference. He carries the Brahma Bull Championship over his shoulder, but he treats it less like a title and more like a personal accessory. He walks to the podium with a terrifyingly calm, deliberate pace. He places the belt on the table. He looks at the water bottle left by Cena, picks it up with two fingers as if it's contaminated, and drops it into the trash can. He stares out at the media, his eyes hidden behind dark aviator sunglasses. He slowly removes them, revealing a gaze that is cold, corporate, and lethal.

The Statement: "Sit down. Shut your mouths. And listen."

The room goes deathly silent.

"Tonight, you witnessed history. You witnessed record-breaking gate numbers. You witnessed global trending topics. You witnessed the power of the TKO board and the vision of The Final Boss. From a business perspective? This was a masterclass. We have elevated the stock. We have elevated the brand. We have made everyone in this room richer just by association."

The Rock pauses, leaning over the podium, his voice dropping an octave.

"But let's talk about the family business. On January 6th, the world saw me lay you out in the center of that ring. They saw me take the Ula Fala from around your neck. And they asked 'Why?' It's simple, Roman. You lost your way. You became soft. Tonight, I entered the Rumble to handle it personally. To put you down like the sick dog you are. And sure, you got lucky. You caught me off guard and you tossed me over the top rope. Congratulations. But luck runs out. The High Table? We don't rely on luck. We rely on contingencies."

The Rock sneers, shaking his head.

"You see, I knew you might let your emotions get the best of you. I knew you might hesitate. So I put a bounty on your head. A price so high that it would tempt the devil himself. And when you eliminated me? You didn't win, Roman. You just activated the backup plan. I made a call. I reached out to a man who hates you just as much as he loves chaos. A 'contractor' who knows where all your bodies are buried because he helped you dig the graves. Jon Moxley wasn't an accident. He was a purchase. And let this be a lesson to you, cousin: There is no price out of The Rock's realm. I always get what I want."

The Rock smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Some of you are asking about 'Forbidden Doors.' You're asking about contracts. You're thinking small. When you are The Rock... there are no doors. There are no walls. There is only what I want, and when I want it. I wanted Roman Reigns humbled. I wanted him out of the equation. And Jon Moxley? He was just the bullet I put in the chamber. Transaction complete."

He shifts his gaze, looking directly into the camera lens.

"Now, let's address the 'American Nightmare.' Cody Rhodes. I heard you. I heard you sit in that chair, bleeding on my table, telling the world that you're 'doing the work I used to do.' (The Rock laughs, a low, menacing sound). Cody, you aren't doing my work. You're living in the house I built, eating the food I bought, and sleeping in the bed I made famous. You told me to 'bring my book' and you'll 'bring the fire'? Boy, be careful what you wish for. Fire burns, but ink stains forever. And I write the history here. You think you finished your story? You think because you survived Kevin Owens, you're safe? You hold that title because I allow it. You breathe that air because I permit it. Don't get comfortable. Because what happened to Roman tonight... that was mercy. What I have planned for you? That's going to be a tragedy."

The Rock picks up the Brahma Bull belt, slinging it over his shoulder.

"And John Cena... congratulations. A nice, nostalgic moment for the kids. Enjoy your 'Final Tour.' Enjoy the applause. But remember one thing... in Las Vegas... the house always wins. And I am the House."

The Rock puts his sunglasses back on.

"Byron... you can end the show now."

The Rock turns and walks out, leaving a room full of journalists too stunned to even ask a follow-up question.

FADE TO BLACK. COPYRIGHT WWE 2025.

Chapter 1: The Last Time Is Now (ROYAL RUMBLE 2025 POSTED)

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THE PREMIERE: RAW ON NETFLIX RECAP (Jan 6, 2025)​

The Road to WrestleMania, Future Schedule & Content Plan​

STATE OF THE UNIVERSE: JANUARY 2025​

THE CHAMPIONS (Heading into Royal Rumble)​

THIS WEEK: THE ROYAL RUMBLE​

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Road to Royal Rumble 2025: Official Match Previews (UNDERCARD)​

1. The Usos (Jimmy & Jay) vs. Jacob Fatu & Tama Tonga​

Context​

2. Women's World Championship: Rhea Ripley (c) vs. Raquel Rodriguez​

Context​

Confirmed for Royal Rumble 2025 Card​

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Road to Royal Rumble 2025: Official Match Previews (Championship Clashes)​

3. World Heavyweight Championship: Gunther (c) vs. AJ Styles​

Context​

4. Undisputed WWE Championship (Ladder Match): Cody Rhodes (c) vs. Kevin Owens​

Context​

Confirmed for Royal Rumble 2025 Card​

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Women's Royal Rumble Match​

Context​

The Fifteen Favorites (Confirmed Entrants)​

Men's Royal Rumble Match​

Context​

The Fifteen Favorites (Confirmed Entrants)​

FINAL CARD for Royal Rumble 2025 ​

Attachments

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WWE Monthly Newswire: January 2025 Recap​

HEADLINE STORY: The Final Boss Seizes the Throne​

1. The "Banger" Triangle: Sheamus, Dragunov, and The Chests of Steel​

2. Tag Team Turmoil: The Street Profits' New Edge​

3. The "Karen" Crisis: Chelsea Green vs. Management​

4. NXT Call-Up Watch​

5. Backstage News: The "Netflix Effect"​

6. Medical Updates​

7. "Tiffy Time" in the Skybox​

8. Quote of the Month​

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I've never written a Royal rumble before and man that was hard. Hope I did this justice and hope everyone enjoys the show. The Road to Wrestlemania 41 in Vegas starts NOW!!!! ​

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WWE Royal Rumble 2025: The Women's Royal Rumble Match​

The Formal Announcement​

Entrant #1: Liv Morgan​

Entrant #2: Bayley​

Entrant #3: Naomi​

Entrant #4: Chelsea Green​

Entrant #5: Lyra Valkyria​

Entrant #6: Piper Niven​

Entrant #7: IYO SKY​

Entrant #8: Zelina Vega​

Entrant #9: Asuka​

Entrant #10: Bianca Belair​

Entrant #11: Zoey Stark​

Entrant #12: Shayna Baszler​

Entrant #13: Jade Cargill​

Entrant #14: Nia Jax​

Entrant #15: Becky Lynch​

Entrant #16: Michin​

Entrant #17: Tegan Nox​

Entrant #18: Jordynne Grace​

Entrant #19: Kairi Sane​

Entrant #20: Dakota Kai​

Entrant #21: Maxxine Dupri​

Entrant #22: Natalya​

THE PREMIERE: RAW ON NETFLIX RECAP (Jan 6, 2025)

The Road to WrestleMania, Future Schedule & Content Plan

STATE OF THE UNIVERSE: JANUARY 2025

THE CHAMPIONS (Heading into Royal Rumble)

THIS WEEK: THE ROYAL RUMBLE

Road to Royal Rumble 2025: Official Match Previews (UNDERCARD)

1. The Usos (Jimmy & Jay) vs. Jacob Fatu & Tama Tonga

Context

2. Women's World Championship: Rhea Ripley (c) vs. Raquel Rodriguez

Context

Confirmed for Royal Rumble 2025 Card

Road to Royal Rumble 2025: Official Match Previews (Championship Clashes)

3. World Heavyweight Championship: Gunther (c) vs. AJ Styles

Context

4. Undisputed WWE Championship (Ladder Match): Cody Rhodes (c) vs. Kevin Owens

Context

Confirmed for Royal Rumble 2025 Card

Women's Royal Rumble Match

Context

The Fifteen Favorites (Confirmed Entrants)

Men's Royal Rumble Match

Context

The Fifteen Favorites (Confirmed Entrants)

FINAL CARD for Royal Rumble 2025

WWE Monthly Newswire: January 2025 Recap

HEADLINE STORY: The Final Boss Seizes the Throne

1. The "Banger" Triangle: Sheamus, Dragunov, and The Chests of Steel

2. Tag Team Turmoil: The Street Profits' New Edge

3. The "Karen" Crisis: Chelsea Green vs. Management

4. NXT Call-Up Watch

5. Backstage News: The "Netflix Effect"

6. Medical Updates

7. "Tiffy Time" in the Skybox

8. Quote of the Month

I've never written a Royal rumble before and man that was hard. Hope I did this justice and hope everyone enjoys the show. The Road to Wrestlemania 41 in Vegas starts NOW!!!!

WWE Royal Rumble 2025: The Women's Royal Rumble Match

The Formal Announcement

Entrant #1: Liv Morgan

Entrant #2: Bayley

Entrant #3: Naomi

Entrant #4: Chelsea Green

Entrant #5: Lyra Valkyria

Entrant #6: Piper Niven

Entrant #7: IYO SKY

Entrant #8: Zelina Vega

Entrant #9: Asuka

Entrant #10: Bianca Belair

Entrant #11: Zoey Stark

Entrant #12: Shayna Baszler

Entrant #13: Jade Cargill

Entrant #14: Nia Jax

Entrant #15: Becky Lynch

Entrant #16: Michin

Entrant #17: Tegan Nox

Entrant #18: Jordynne Grace

Entrant #19: Kairi Sane

Entrant #20: Dakota Kai

Entrant #21: Maxxine Dupri

Entrant #22: Natalya

Entrant #23: Blair Davenport

Entrant #24: Indi Hartwell

Entrant #25: Candice LeRae

Entrant #26: Tessa Blanchard

Entrant #27: Roxanne Perez

Entrant #28: Sonya Deville

Entrant #29: Stephanie Vaquer

Entrant #30: Charlotte Flair

Entrant #20: Jacob Fatu

Entrant #21: Sami Zayn

Entrant #22: Damian Priest

Entrant #23: Uncle Howdy

Entrant #24: Roman Reigns

Entrant #25: Chad Gable

Entrant #26: Randy Orton

Entrant #27: Penta El Zero Miedo

Entrant #28: Brock Lesnar

Entrant #29: Karrion Kross

WWE ROYAL RUMBLE 2025: POST-SHOW PRESS CONFERENCE & FALLOUT

SEGMENT 1: THE KICKOFF PANEL WRAP-UP

SEGMENT 2: PAUL "TRIPLE H" LEVESQUE (Chief Content Officer)