WWE Be the Booker: The Heist of the Century (PAYBACK 2015 PREDICTION CONTEST OPEN)

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Chicago Street Fight

Dean Ambrose vs. Sheamus

Context: The rivalry stems from Sheamus's return as a bully targeting smaller fan favorites, whom he deems "insects" unworthy of the ring. Dean Ambrose, refusing to be intimidated, stepped up as the defender of the locker room's "runts." What began as a clash of size versus speed quickly devolved into pure chaos, moving from ringside brawls to international pub fights. With standard rules failing to contain their hatred, the feud has escalated to a Chicago Street Fight—a match designed not for wrestling, but for a war of attrition between a bully and a lunatic.

The Narrative Arc: "The Bully and The Lunatic"

The Purge of the Runts Following a grueling victory over Luke Harper on the March 30th edition of Raw, Dean Ambrose lay clutching his taped ribs in the center of the ring, the toll of the match evident on his face. Suddenly, the arena plunged into darkness, broken only by the ominous sound of a Celtic war horn. Blinding white lights flooded the stage as the Celtic Cross flashed on the TitanTron, signaling the return of Sheamus. But this wasn't the "Celtic Warrior" fans remembered. He emerged with a menacing new look—a stark mohawk, braided beard, and a scowl promising violence. He marched to the ring, ignoring the fans, and stared down the exhausted Ambrose. As Ambrose struggled to his feet, Sheamus cornered him, shouting, "You look like a little rat!" before unleashing a brutal assault. He pummeled Ambrose into the corner, waiting for the Lunatic Fringe to stumble forward before nearly decapitating him with a thunderous Brogue Kick. Standing over Ambrose’s unconscious body, Sheamus grabbed a microphone, his voice dripping with venom. "You love these little insects, don't you?" he sneered at the booing crowd. "You love these scrawny little runts like Ambrose and Ziggler who look like they belong bagging groceries, not fighting in a man's world. I'm here to clear the infestation. I am a true warrior, and the era of the underdogs is over. Are you not entertained?!" He spiked the microphone onto Ambrose’s chest, effectively declaring war on the roster's smaller fan favorites and establishing his motivation: a crusade to purge the WWE of "soft" heroes.

Chaos in the Concourse The following week on the April 6th episode, Sheamus looked to make an example of Neville, tossing him around the ring with reckless abandon to showcase his raw power against smaller opponents. He played to the crowd’s hatred, basking in the boos. Just as he signaled for the Brogue Kick, the screeching guitar of Dean Ambrose’s theme hit. But Ambrose didn't come down the ramp; he exploded from the crowd, vaulting the barricade with a steel chair. Sheamus, sensing the danger, bailed from the ring just as the chair whistled through the air where his head had been seconds before. Ambrose didn't stop at the ropes. The brawl spilled immediately into the sea of fans, turning the aisleway into a chaotic war zone. In a moment of pure improvisation, Ambrose grabbed a fan's full bucket of popcorn and smashed it over Sheamus's head, blinding the Celtic Warrior before tackling him through a row of padded folding chairs. The fight grew uglier as they spilled near the concession stands, with beers being knocked over and used as projectiles. It took the combined efforts of security and officials to pry them apart. As Sheamus was dragged away, spitting threats, Ambrose stood amidst the wreckage, laughing maniacally with a bloody lip—proving that while Sheamus wanted a wrestling match, Ambrose wanted a fight.

The London Pub Brawl Live from London on April 13th, Sheamus stood in the ring, refusing to compete against "another peasant." He claimed he was too civilized for the hooliganism Ambrose displayed the previous week. Suddenly, the TitanTron flickered to life, showing Dean Ambrose sitting at a local English pub, a pint in hand. "You talk about being a warrior, Sheamus," Ambrose slurred slightly, "but you look like you need a drink to loosen up. Why don't you come find me? I'm at The World's End on Camden High Street." Sheamus, incensed, stormed out of the ring and the arena, cameras following him as he hailed a cab. Later in the broadcast, footage showed Sheamus bursting into the pub. Ambrose didn't even stand up; he just smashed a bottle over his own head to psych himself up. The ensuing brawl was a cinematic disaster: tables were broken, dartboards were used as shields, and patrons fled. The fight ended when Sheamus capitalized on his strength, powerbombing Ambrose through a heavy oak table and then throwing him physically through the pub's plate-glass window onto the London pavement. Sheamus stood over the broken glass and a groaning Ambrose, shouting, "Is this the fight you wanted?!"

The Chicago Way Back in the arena on April 20th (go home raw), Sheamus destroyed Zack Ryder in a squash match, using a Kendo stick illegal to make a point, refusing to be disqualified by intimidating the referee. He took the mic, mocking Ambrose's "tough guy" act in London. "I broke him in England," Sheamus boasted. "And at Extreme Rules, I'll finish the job." Suddenly, Ambrose's music hit. He limped out, heavily bandaged from the window toss, dragging a shopping cart filled with weapons—chairs, chains, and a lead pipe. He stopped at the top of the ramp.

"You didn't break anything but a window, sunshine," Ambrose rasped. "You want to talk about being a warrior? Warriors don't hide behind rules. We're going to Chicago, Sheamus. And in Chicago, we do things differently. No counts. No disqualifications. No rules." Ambrose pulled the lead pipe from the cart and pointed it at the ring. "I challenge you to a Chicago Street Fight. You bring your Kendo stick. You bring a chair? I challenge you to bring the madness." Sheamus, looking at the lead pipe and the unhinged look in Ambrose's eyes, simply nodded, accepting his fate in the war to come.

Sheamus didn't nod this time. He charged up the ramp. Ambrose shoved the shopping cart into Sheamus's knees, sending the Celtic Warrior tumbling. What followed was ten minutes of unadulterated chaos that officials were powerless to stop. Ambrose beat Sheamus down the ramp with a trash can lid, the metallic clang echoing through the arena. Inside the ring, Sheamus regained control with a devastating tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, then grabbed his Kendo stick, welting Ambrose’s back with sickening cracks. Ambrose just laughed, adrenaline masking the pain, and tackled Sheamus through the ropes to the floor.

The brawl tore through the announce table, with monitors used as battering rams. They fought into the crowd, spilling beers and scattering fans. At one point, Sheamus hoisted Ambrose up for High Cross, looking to throw him into the tech area, but Ambrose countered with a DDT onto the concrete floor. Security swarmed, a wall of twenty men trying to separate them. Sheamus Brogue Kicked a guard; Ambrose hit Dirty Deeds on another. They broke through the wall of bodies, colliding in the center of the ring one last time, trading stiff right hands until the sheer mass of the locker room finally pulled them to opposite corners. Both men stood atop turnbuckles, surrounded by security, screaming promises of violence for Sunday.

Predictions: The Chicago Street Fight

Matchup: Dean Ambrose vs. Sheamus Stipulation: Chicago Street Fight (No Holds Barred) Broadcast: WWE Network Exclusive Date: April 26, 2015 | Location: Allstate Arena, Rosemont, IL

1. Renee Young

"I've known Dean Ambrose for a long time, and I can tell you that when he gets that look in his eye—the one he had when he brought that shopping cart out on Raw—he is dangerous. Sheamus made this personal. He didn't just want to win matches; he wanted to bully people he thought were smaller than him. But in a Chicago Street Fight, size doesn't matter as much as guts. Dean is willing to hurt himself just to hurt you, and I don't think Sheamus is ready for the kind of pain Dean is going to bring in Chicago." Prediction: Dean Ambrose

2. Booker T

"Shucky Ducky Quack Quack! Now hold on a minute, Renee. I like Dean Ambrose, he's got heart, he's got fire. But Sheamus? This man is a different animal since he came back. He looks bigger, he looks meaner, and that mohawk screams business. In a Street Fight, yeah, weapons are legal, but when you're 6'4" and 267 pounds of Celtic Warrior, you are the weapon. Ambrose can throw all the popcorn he wants, but when that Brogue Kick connects, it’s lights out. I’m going with the big man." Prediction: Sheamus

3. Corey Graves

"Finally, some sanity from Booker. Let's be real here: Dean Ambrose is a cockroach. He scampers around, he makes a mess, and he annoys everyone. Sheamus is the exterminator. This 'Chicago Street Fight' just means Sheamus can legally do what he should have done weeks ago: end Dean Ambrose's career. Sheamus is a warrior who has revitalized his entire career by cutting out the nonsense. Dean Ambrose is just a erratic lunatic with a lead pipe. The Celtic Warrior cleans house tonight." Prediction: Sheamus

4. Byron Saxton

"I have to disagree with you, Corey. You're underestimating the 'X-Factor' here: the city of Chicago. Dean Ambrose feeds off that energy. We saw what happened in London; Dean doesn't stay down. Sheamus threw him through a window, and Dean came back smiling! In a match where there are no rules, Ambrose's unpredictability is his greatest asset. Sheamus is a bully, and tonight, the bully gets punched in the mouth. I'm picking the Lunatic Fringe to survive and advance." Prediction: Dean Ambrose

5. Jerry "The King" Lawler

"You know, I've been in a few Memphis street fights in my day, and let me tell you, they aren't pretty. It's not about wrestling holds; it's about survival. I look at Sheamus, and I see a guy who has prepared for a war. I look at Ambrose, and I see a guy who might just be crazy enough to enjoy it. But usually, in these types of brawls, the guy with the most power wins. Sheamus brings a Kendo stick? That's bad news. I think Sheamus is just too strong, too fresh, and too mean right now." Prediction: Sheamus

The Final Tally​

  • Sheamus: 3 Votes (Booker T, Corey Graves, Jerry Lawler)
  • Dean Ambrose: 2 Votes (Renee Young, Byron Saxton)

CONFIRMED FOR EXTREME RULES 2015
  • WWE Tag Team Championship Match: Tyson Kidd & Cesaro (c) vs. The Lucha Dragons
  • Paige vs. AJ Lee
  • The Miz w/Summer Rae vs. Damien Sandow
  • Chicago Street Fight: Dean Ambrose vs. Sheamus
 
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Divas Championship: Charlotte vs. Nikki Bella - Complete Feud

The Narrative Foundation: "Genetic Superiority vs. The Bella Empire"

This feud represented a generational clash between NXT's rising star and the established power structure of the main roster. Charlotte embodied natural athleticism, technical prowess, and wrestling royalty through her lineage. Nikki Bella, backed by her twin sister Brie, represented cunning, ruthlessness, and the willingness to bend every rule to maintain dominance. The central conflict examined whether pure talent could overcome calculated cruelty and numerical superiority.

Week 1: The Queen Arrives (Raw, March 30)

The show opened with Stephanie McMahon standing center ring, microphone in hand, surveying the crowd with her characteristic authority. She declared that the Divas division had grown stagnant, predictable, and beneath the standards of WWE excellence. The "status quo," she proclaimed, was officially terminated. To dismantle the existing hierarchy and inject fresh competition, Stephanie announced an Over-The-Top-Rope Battle Royal featuring competitors from across all WWE brands. The winner would become the undisputed Number One Contender for the Divas Championship.

The match began with the usual cast of Raw and SmackDown regulars—Paige, Naomi, Tamina, Alicia Fox, Emma, Summer Rae, and others—filling the ring with organized chaos. Bodies collided against the ropes. Near-eliminations drew gasps from the audience. The match settled into a rhythm of alliances forming and dissolving as competitors jockeyed for position. The field narrowed to the final four: Paige, Naomi, Natalya, and Alicia Fox. These veterans understood ring positioning, using the ropes as shields and targeting isolated opponents. Paige, the anti-diva with her pale complexion and dark energy, seemed poised to secure the victory as she battled Naomi near the ropes.

Then the music changed. Regal, orchestral trumpets filled the arena—a sound unfamiliar to most of the Raw audience. The titantron displayed a stylized "C" as confusion rippled through the crowd. From behind the curtain emerged Charlotte, the daughter of the legendary Ric Flair, making her main roster debut without warning or buildup. She strode down the ramp with supreme confidence, her athletic frame and regal bearing immediately commanding attention. The announce team scrambled to explain who she was, highlighting her NXT accomplishments and genetic advantages as the offspring of one of wrestling's greatest performers.

Charlotte entered the match and immediately changed its entire dynamic. Her strikes carried more force. Her movements showcased superior athleticism. She didn't just react to her opponents—she controlled them. The veterans who had been dominating moments earlier found themselves on the defensive against this newcomer's power and precision. The chaos consolidated as Charlotte systematically neutralized threats. She caught Emma mid-strike and lifted her effortlessly for a fallaway slam that sent Emma crashing to the mat. When Summer Rae attempted a spinning heel kick, Charlotte absorbed the impact and responded with a thunderous big boot that echoed throughout the arena.

The climax arrived with three competitors remaining: Charlotte, Paige, and Naomi. Paige had Naomi pressed against the ropes, attempting to leverage her over the top. Both women were tangled together, balanced precariously on the ring apron, neither able to gain the advantage. Charlotte seized the opportunity with stunning awareness. From a prone position on the mat, she executed a lightning-quick kip-up, springing to her feet in one fluid motion. The crowd erupted at the display of athleticism. Without hesitation, Charlotte charged across the ring, building momentum with each powerful stride. As Paige and Naomi continued their struggle, both partially positioned over the top rope, Charlotte extended both arms and delivered a devastating double clothesline. The impact was perfectly timed and executed. Both competitors flew backward simultaneously, their feet leaving the apron, their bodies sailing through the air before crashing onto the ringside floor. The bell rang. Charlotte stood alone in the ring, her arm raised in victory, having secured the Number One Contendership in her first main roster appearance. Throughout the battle royal, the camera periodically cut to the commentary table where Nikki Bella sat as a special guest. The Divas Champion watched Charlotte's performance with an expression that evolved from curiosity to dismissive contempt. Rather than standing to acknowledge the new contender as a sign of respect or acknowledgment of a future threat, Nikki remained seated. She projected superiority and offense that this unknown entity from developmental presumed to challenge her empire. Her body language communicated indifference rather than intimidation. When the announcers asked for her thoughts on Charlotte's impressive victory, Nikki leaned into the microphone with venomous confidence: "She's a glorified developmental project. My Rack Attack has ended the careers of legends who paved the way for this division. Charlotte? She's just a rookie with a famous last name riding daddy's coattails. She hasn't earned anything yet." The segment concluded with Charlotte celebrating in the ring, pointing toward Nikki at the commentary table, while the Champion held up the Divas Championship and mouthed, "This is mine," establishing the battle lines for the coming weeks.


Week 2: The Coronation of Disrespect (Raw, April 6)


The second week opened with Nikki Bella orchestrating a segment designed to humiliate Charlotte before their paths officially intersected in competition. The ring had been decorated with cheap, gaudy party supplies—dollar-store streamers, tacky balloons in pink and purple, and a red carpet that looked more suitable for a child's birthday party than a wrestling ring. At the center of this spectacle sat a folding chair draped in fabric, serving as a makeshift "throne." On the seat rested a plastic tiara that looked like it came from a toy store clearance bin. Brie Bella stood beside the setup, grinning at the elaborate insult they'd prepared. Nikki took the microphone, her voice dripping with sarcastic sweetness: "Since everyone's been talking about Charlotte—Charlotte this, Charlotte that, 'the Queen is here'—I thought, why not give the rookie princess a proper coronation? After all, if your daddy is a King, you must think you deserve to be treated like royalty." She gestured to the cheap decorations. "So I spared no expense! Got the finest decorations that seven dollars could buy at the party store. Because that's exactly what Charlotte's worth to this division—seven dollars and a participation trophy."

Brie handed Nikki the plastic tiara, which she held up mockingly, letting the overhead lights reflect off its costume jewelry rhinestones. "Your daddy might have been The Nature Boy, the limousine-riding, jet-flying son of a gun, but Charlotte, let me make something crystal clear—" Nikki's expression hardened, the mockery shifting to genuine contempt. "In MY world, in MY division, I am the Goddess who sits on the throne. I am the Champion who has held this title longer than anyone in history. And you? You are just a peasant who got lucky in a battle royal. You're a nobody trying to use her last name to skip the line I spent years waiting in." She placed the tiara crookedly on her own head, striking a mocking royal pose. "So here's my gift to you, peasant Charlotte—I'm giving you a match tonight against my sister. And when Brie exposes you as the overrated developmental failure you really are, everyone will finally see that your genetics aren't superior. They're just—"

Charlotte's music hit before Nikki could finish. The challenger stormed through the curtain, her face showing controlled anger rather than intimidation. She wasn't scared or shaken—she was offended and ready to prove herself. She marched down the ramp with purpose, sliding into the ring without hesitation. Nikki and Brie wisely retreated, climbing through the ropes and backing up the ramp, laughing as they created distance. Charlotte grabbed a microphone, ripping down the streamers in disgust. "You want to talk about genetics, Nikki? About what I inherited?" Charlotte's voice carried genuine edge. "I inherited my father's work ethic. His dedication. His understanding that this business is built on WRESTLING, not reality show fame and twin magic. You mock my name, but I'm going to make my own by taking that title from your waist." She pointed directly at Brie. "You want to put your sister in front of me as a test? Fine. I'll go through her. I'll go through anyone you hide behind. And at Extreme Rules, I'll go through YOU."

The match was scheduled immediately, giving Charlotte no time to warm up or strategize—a classic heel tactic to create disadvantage. Brie entered cocky, playing to her sister at ringside, confident in her ability to serve as the gatekeeper to Nikki's empire. The opening minutes saw Brie using her experience, attacking Charlotte's legs to neutralize the height and power advantage. She worked quick strikes and evasive maneuvers, refusing to engage in any test of strength that would favor Charlotte's athleticism. Brie locked in a side headlock, transitioning to a snapmare, following with a stiff kick to Charlotte's spine. It was competent, veteran heel work. But Charlotte's raw talent became increasingly apparent. She absorbed Brie's offense and began countering with superior technique. When Brie attempted a monkey flip out of the corner, Charlotte cartwheeled through it, landing on her feet to the amazement of the crowd. She immediately charged back with a running shoulder block that flattened Brie.

The match's defining sequence came when Brie climbed to the top turnbuckle, attempting her signature missile dropkick—a high-risk move designed to turn momentum decisively in her favor. She leaped, both feet extended, aiming for Charlotte's chest. Charlotte's ring awareness proved exceptional. She caught Brie in mid-air, absorbing the impact but maintaining her base. In one seamless motion, Charlotte adjusted her grip, hoisted Brie up, and transitioned into a sitout powerbomb. The move combined strength, timing, and athleticism that few in the division could replicate. Brie's body slammed into the canvas with devastating force. The crowd erupted at the impressive counter. Charlotte stood, measuring her stunned opponent, signaling for the finish. Charlotte lifted Brie to her feet, positioning her for Natural Selection—her signature neckbreaker variation that she would make famous in the years to come. She flipped Brie forward, driving her face-first into the mat with authority. The three-count was academic. Charlotte had not just won; she had dominated. The referee raised Charlotte's hand as her music played. She stood tall in the center of the ring, proving that her battle royal victory was no fluke. She had just decisively defeated half of the Bella Empire in her first singles match on Raw.


Charlotte's celebration was short-lived. Nikki Bella, who had been watching from ringside, saw her opportunity. With Charlotte's back turned, focused on playing to the crowd, Nikki slid into the ring, predatory and opportunistic. She charged, attempting a vicious forearm strike to the back of Charlotte's head—the kind of blindside attack that had secured many of Nikki's victories. But Charlotte's instincts, honed through years of training, kicked in at the crucial moment. Charlotte spun around just in time, catching the movement in her peripheral vision. She raised her arms defensively, blocking the worst of Nikki's strike. For a moment, the two women faced each other, Charlotte having foiled the sneak attack, the Champion's eyes widening with surprise that her target had been aware enough to counter. But Nikki had insurance. Brie, recovered enough from the match's aftermath, used the distraction to strike. Still on the mat behind Charlotte, Brie lunged forward and clipped Charlotte's heels with a desperation tackle, taking out the challenger's base. Charlotte stumbled forward, off-balance. That split second was all Nikki needed. She stepped in and delivered a stiff forearm smash to Charlotte's jaw, this time connecting clean. Charlotte collapsed to the mat, dazed and vulnerable. The Bellas stood over Charlotte, not with fear or desperation, but with calculated satisfaction. They had made their point: skill and athleticism were valuable, but they couldn't overcome the numbers advantage and years of tactical experience that defined the Bella Empire. Rather than continuing the assault—which would have generated sympathy for Charlotte—Nikki and Brie simply laughed. They retreated up the ramp casually, confidently, treating Charlotte like she was beneath them rather than a legitimate threat. It was more insulting than any additional violence could have been. At the top of the ramp, Nikki held the Divas Championship high above her head with both hands, making sure every camera captured the image. She wasn't running scared. She wasn't intimidated. She was the Champion, and she wanted Charlotte—and everyone watching—to remember that. Charlotte remained in the ring, fuming, clutching her jaw, her eyes locked on the laughing sisters. The message was clear: Charlotte had the skill to beat one Bella, but against two, she would need more than genetics and training. She would need strategy.


Week 3: The Broken Web (Raw, April 13)


The third week escalated the psychological warfare as Nikki Bella fully embraced her role as the cunning, ruthless Champion willing to stack every possible advantage against her challenger. She appeared on Raw with a contract in hand, announcing that she had used her influence to arrange a special match for Charlotte. "Since Charlotte thinks she's ready for the Championship," Nikki began with false sweetness, "I thought I'd give her another opportunity to prove herself. Tonight, Charlotte faces Alicia Fox—one of the most unpredictable and dangerous competitors in this division." The crowd booed, sensing this was more than a simple competitive match. Nikki continued, revealing the true depth of her manipulation: "And to ensure everything is fair and above board, this match will be officiated by a Special Guest Referee—my sister, Brie Bella!" The stipulation was transparently designed to sabotage Charlotte. Alicia Fox, with her erratic aggression and veteran cunning, was a legitimate threat. But having Brie as referee meant Charlotte would be fighting two-on-one while needing to secure a victory under the watch of someone actively hoping for her failure.

As the match was being set up, the announce team provided crucial context that added layers to the storyline. They discussed Charlotte's strategy and Nikki's vulnerability, bringing psychology to the forefront. "Nikki's finisher, the Rack Attack, requires immense stability and power in her legs," one commentator explained. "She has to hold her opponent's entire body weight on her shoulders before driving them down. If those legs are compromised, she can't execute the move." Another added, "And Charlotte has been systematically targeting the legs of every opponent with that Figure-Eight Leglock—a submission hold she inherited from her father, modified to create even more pressure. That's not coincidence. That's strategy." The subtext was clear: Charlotte wasn't just trying to win matches. She was conducting reconnaissance, refining her game plan, and sending a message to the Champion that she had identified the target. Nikki's legs—the foundation of her power and her finishing maneuver—were the key to dethroning her.

The match opened with Alicia Fox utilizing her unpredictable athleticism to keep Charlotte off-balance, landing sharp kicks and her signature tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. However, the true obstacle for the challenger was the blatant corruption of Special Referee Brie Bella. Every time Charlotte shifted momentum, countering a scissors kick into a dragon screw leg whip or landing a standing moonsault, Brie’s count slowed to an agonizing crawl. The frustration peaked when Charlotte delivered a thunderous Spear that nearly cut Fox in half; she hooked the leg for a cover that should have been academic, but Brie stretched the seconds into eternity, allowing Fox to survive. Realizing that a standard pinfall was impossible under these rigged conditions, Charlotte's expression shifted from frustration to cold determination. Needing a finish that couldn't be manipulated, Charlotte locked in the Figure-Eight Leglock, bridging her body to apply excruciating pressure to Fox's knees and hips. Fox immediately screamed in agony and tapped out frantically, but Brie stood over them with her arms crossed, deliberately examining her nails to ignore the surrender. Unfazed, Charlotte increased the torque, twisting Fox’s legs at unnatural angles until the moment shifted from storyline corruption to genuine medical concern. With Fox begging for mercy and risking a legitimate broken leg, Brie was forced to abandon her bias and reluctantly call for the bell. Charlotte released the hold, having not just won the match, but sent a terrifying message to the champion watching at ringside.

Charlotte released the hold immediately and stood, her hand raised in victory despite Brie's refusal to officially lift it. But Charlotte's celebration was secondary to the statement she'd just made. The camera focused on Alicia Fox at ringside, being checked by medical staff. She clutched her knee, unable to put weight on her leg. Trainers helped her to the back, her mobility clearly compromised. The Figure-Eight hadn't just beaten her—it had neutralized her. Then the shot cut to Nikki Bella, still at ringside where she'd been watching the entire match. For the first time since Charlotte arrived, the smug confidence vanished from the Champion's face. She stared at Fox being helped away, and the reality crystallized behind her eyes. That could be her. Would be her. If Charlotte applied that hold during their Championship match, with the same intensity, with the same determination, Nikki's legs would snap. Her Rack Attack would become impossible. Her mobility would evaporate. Her title reign—and potentially her career—could end in seconds. The worry was visible. Genuine. The camera held on Nikki's face as she unconsciously rubbed her own knee, the psychological warfare shifting decidedly in Charlotte's favor.


Week 4: Extreme Measures (Raw, April 20)


The go-home show before the pay-per-view required a segment that would leave the audience desperate to see the match, convinced that these two competitors needed to settle their issues violently. The show featured a "Face-to-Face" confrontation—no physical barrier, no holds barred, just the Champion and her challenger addressing each other before their Extreme Rules showdown.

The segment began with Nikki Bella entering the ring, no longer accompanied by Brie, carrying only the Divas Championship. Her demeanor had transformed from the mocking, dismissive heel of previous weeks. The laughter was gone. The cheap jokes had evaporated. She stood in the ring with the serious expression of someone who had genuinely assessed her opponent and recognized the threat. When Charlotte entered, the two women stood face-to-face, the tension palpable. The crowd chanted "Let's go Charlotte!" creating the electric atmosphere that only championship confrontations can generate.

Nikki spoke first, her voice carrying a new tone—grudging respect mixed with defensive aggression. "Charlotte, I'm going to give you credit where credit is due. You're an athlete. You're talented. You've got potential that most of the women in the back would kill for. You've impressed me, and that doesn't happen often." She paused, letting the admission hang in the air before delivering the qualifier. "But here's what you don't have—you don't have the killer instinct. You don't have the willingness to do whatever it takes, to cross whatever lines need to be crossed to survive at this level." Nikki held up the Championship. "You have honor, Charlotte. You have integrity. You fight fair. And that's exactly why you're going to fail. I have held this Championship longer than anyone in history not because I'm the most talented—though I am—but because I'm willing to do things you won't. I'll cheat. I'll lie. I'll manipulate. I'll hurt people. And at Extreme Rules, when your honor runs into my survival instinct, your genetics won't save you."

Charlotte listened, her jaw clenched, before grabbing her own microphone. "You're right about one thing, Nikki—I do have honor. I was raised to respect this business, to understand that the Championship should go to the best wrestler, not the best manipulator. My father taught me that." She stepped closer, invading Nikki's space. "But you've made a critical miscalculation. You think honor makes me weak. You think integrity means I won't do what's necessary. You're wrong. At Extreme Rules, I'm not just going to beat you—I'm going to break you." Charlotte's voice intensified, emotion bleeding through her controlled delivery. "I'm going to break the Bella Empire like the brittle, fragile thing it is. I'm going to snap your legs in the Figure-Eight until you have no choice but to tap out and admit that genetics, talent, and skill matter more than twin magic and shortcuts. And when you're lying on that mat, screaming in pain, all your schemes and manipulations won't save you."

The words hit Nikki like physical strikes. For weeks, she had controlled the narrative, setting traps, stacking odds, maintaining psychological dominance. But Charlotte had just flipped the dynamic, speaking with such conviction and intensity that the crowd erupted in support. Nikki's face flushed with anger. The careful strategy evaporated, replaced by pure emotional response. She dropped her microphone and slapped Charlotte across the face with a sharp, echoing crack that silenced the arena for a split second.

The slap ignited Charlotte. She exploded forward, tackling Nikki to the mat in a blur of motion. The two women rolled across the canvas, exchanging wild strikes, neither trying to wrestle technically—this was pure fight, pure hatred, the veneer of sports entertainment stripped away to reveal genuine animosity. Charlotte gained the dominant position, mounting Nikki and delivering forearms. Security and referees rushed to the ring, but Charlotte fought them off, desperate to continue her assault. She shoved officials aside, grabbed Nikki's legs, and began applying the Figure-Eight Leglock. The crowd exploded, chanting "Tap! Tap! Tap!" Charlotte bridged, applying pressure, determined to humiliate the Champion on the final Raw before their pay-per-view encounter. Nikki screamed, reaching desperately for the ropes, but Charlotte wrenched back, demonstrating exactly what awaited at Extreme Rules.

But Nikki was never alone. Brie Bella rushed down the ramp, sliding into the ring to save her sister. Charlotte, focused entirely on the submission, didn't see the second threat until it was nearly too late. Brie charged, but Charlotte's awareness kicked in at the last second. Still holding the Figure-Eight, Charlotte released one leg, used her position to generate momentum, and kicked Brie directly in the face. The boot sent Brie flying backward through the ropes, crashing to the outside floor.

The kick bought Charlotte mere seconds. Brie's rush had accomplished its true purpose—distraction. While Charlotte dealt with Brie, Nikki used the chaos to roll toward the ring apron. Her hand reached under the ring, desperately searching, until her fingers closed around something solid. She pulled out a Kendo stick—a weapon synonymous with Extreme Rules matches, bringing the pay-per-view's violent promise into the present moment. As Charlotte turned back toward Nikki, beginning to reapply the Figure-Eight, she didn't see the weapon until it was too late. Nikki swung the Kendo stick with all her strength, cracking it across Charlotte's left knee with a sickening thud.

Charlotte cried out, her leg buckling. But Nikki didn't stop. She swung again. And again. And again. Each strike targeted the same spot—Charlotte's left knee, the base of her power, the joint necessary for her own signature submission hold. The Kendo stick shots echoed throughout the arena. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Nikki attacked with frenzied desperation, channeling weeks of frustration and genuine fear into each blow. The wood began to splinter, chips flying with each impact, until finally, the Kendo stick shattered completely across Charlotte's knee. Charlotte collapsed to the mat, clutching her leg, her face contorted in pain. The targeting was strategic and vicious—Nikki hadn't just attacked her opponent; she had attempted to dismantle the weapon Charlotte planned to use against her. Brie recovered and re-entered the ring. The Bella Twins stood over Charlotte, who was too injured to defend herself effectively. Nikki grabbed Charlotte's damaged leg, applying a half-crab submission hold—a cruel inversion of the dynamic, with the Champion demonstrating that she could torture legs as effectively as Charlotte. As Nikki wrenched back on the submission, Brie positioned herself near Charlotte's head and delivered vicious stomps, each one snapping Charlotte's head against the canvas. The image was brutal: Charlotte, the challenger who had dominated for weeks, reduced to helplessness by the calculated cruelty of the Bella Empire. With Charlotte trapped in the hold, screaming in pain, Nikki leaned back and screamed a question that echoed through the arena: "Who's superior now?!" It was the perfect culmination of the storyline. Charlotte had spent a month declaring her genetic superiority, her athletic dominance, her inevitable victory. Nikki had spent that same month stacking advantages and proving that ruthlessness could overcome talent. Now, with Charlotte's knee potentially compromised, the Champion had evened the psychological playing field—or perhaps tilted it decidedly in her favor.

Raw concluded with that image: Charlotte helpless on the mat, Nikki standing over her with the destroyed Kendo stick, Brie raising Nikki's arm in victory. The Divas Championship lay on the canvas between them, the prize that would be contested at Extreme Rules. The story was perfectly constructed. Charlotte would enter her first pay-per-view Championship match as the talented underdog with a serious injury. Nikki would enter as the dangerous, desperate Champion willing to do anything—including permanent injury—to retain her title. The question wasn't just who would win, but whether Charlotte could even compete at full capacity, and if not, whether diminished genetics could still overcome the Bella Empire's tactical cruelty. The stage was set for Extreme Rules.

Panel Picks: Charlotte vs. Nikki Bella

Renee Young:
"I have been advocating for a change in the Divas division for a long time, and Charlotte represents exactly that. She is the future. However, we have to look at the facts. We saw what happened on Raw. That Kendo stick attack wasn't just painful; it was strategic. Nikki Bella took out Charlotte's base, and without that knee, I don't know how you bridge into the Figure-Eight. It pains me to say it, but I think the injury is too fresh." Prediction: Nikki Bella

Corey Graves:
"Finally, someone on this panel is making sense. Look, I’ve called Charlotte’s matches in NXT; I know she is a genetically gifted athlete. But on the main roster, you need more than genetics—you need a killer instinct. Nikki Bella showed the world on Monday night that she is willing to do anything to keep that butterfly belt. Charlotte played checkers, Nikki played chess, and now the Queen has a bad leg. This will be a short night. The reality check is here." Prediction: Nikki Bella

Byron Saxton:
"I completely disagree with both of you. You’re underestimating the heart of a Flair. Yes, the knee is injured, and yes, the odds are stacked against her with Brie at ringside. But Charlotte has waited her entire life for this moment. She isn't just fighting for a title; she's fighting to dismantle an empire. Greatness is forged in adversity, Corey. Tonight, I believe Charlotte fights through the pain and starts the revolution." Prediction: Charlotte

Booker T:
"Man, Byron, you talkin’ about dreams and destiny, but I’m talkin’ about anatomy! You got a rookie going in against the longest-reigning champion in history, and she’s goin’ in on one good wheel! I’ve been in that ring, man. When your wheel is gone, your power is gone. Nikki Bella is the veteran, she’s got the savvy, and she’s got the backup. Charlotte is good, but she ain't ready for this level of pain yet." Prediction: Nikki Bella

Jerry "The King" Lawler:
"You guys are forgetting one thing: that last name. I wrestled her dad more times than I can count, and if there is one thing I know about a Flair, it’s that they are the dirtiest players in the game when they need to be, and the toughest when they have to be. Nikki Bella made a mistake making Charlotte angry. You don’t poke the bear, and you don’t bruise the Queen. I’m going with the Nature Boy’s daughter!" Prediction: Charlotte


Final Prediction Tally

  • Nikki Bella: 3 Votes (Renee Young, Corey Graves, Booker T)
  • Charlotte: 2 Votes (Byron Saxton, Jerry Lawler)
CONFIRMED FOR EXTREME RULES 2015
  • WWE Tag Team Championship Match: Tyson Kidd & Cesaro (c) vs. The Lucha Dragons
  • Paige vs. AJ Lee
  • The Miz w/Summer Rae vs. Damien Sandow
  • Chicago Street Fight: Dean Ambrose vs. Sheamus
  • Divas Championship: Nikki Bella (c) vs. Charlotte Flair
 
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Best of 7 Series (Match #3)

Daniel Bryan (c) vs. Dolph Ziggler Current Series Score: Tied 1-1

The Narrative Arc: "The Workhorse Series"

Week 1: The Proposition (Raw, March 30) The night after WrestleMania, Daniel Bryan stood in the center of the ring, the new Intercontinental Champion, and vowed to restore the title's prestige by channeling the spirit of legends like "Macho Man" Randy Savage and Mr. Perfect. His celebration was interrupted by Dolph Ziggler, who offered a rare show of respect, acknowledging Bryan as "the man" after their war on the ladder. However, Ziggler refused to ask for a simple rematch. Instead, he proposed a concept to truly determine the superior wrestler: a Best of Seven Series. "One match can be a fluke," Ziggler argued, "but surviving a series is destiny." Bryan turned to the crowd, who roared in approval, and accepted the challenge with a handshake, promising to make the Intercontinental Championship the most talked-about prize in the industry.

Week 2: Match #1 - The Technician (Raw, April 6) The series opener was a 20-minute masterclass in technical wrestling that had the arena chanting "This is wrestling!" from the opening bell. Bryan and Ziggler traded holds and counters in a fluid display of athleticism, but Bryan eventually found his target: Ziggler's left arm. The champion ruthlessly dissected the limb, twisting it with wrist locks and arm breakers. Ziggler fought back with a desperate aerial offense, hitting a diving DDT that nearly secured a victory, but the damage to his arm prevented him from capitalizing fully. In the closing moments, Ziggler attempted a superkick, but Bryan caught the foot, spun him around into a roundhouse kick to the skull, and immediately transitioned into a modified Yes! Lock, trapping Ziggler's injured arm with his leg. With no escape, Ziggler had no choice but to tap out.


  • Score: Bryan 1 - Ziggler 0
Week 3: Match #2 - The Showoff (Raw, April 13) The atmosphere in London's O2 Arena was electric as Match #2 began, but the dynamic had visibly shifted. Dolph Ziggler, usually the fan favorite showman, wrestled with a chip on his shoulder that bordered on obsession. From the opening lockup, he eschewed his usual technical finesse for raw aggression, cornering Bryan and unleashing a flurry of stiff elbows that forced the referee to physically separate them. The "Showoff" took shortcuts he normally wouldn't dare, blatantly pulling Bryan's tights to prevent escapes and even raking the eyes during a clinch when the official’s view was obstructed. The London crowd, sensing Ziggler’s desperation to even the score, murmured with unease as he grounded the submission specialist not with holds, but with a ground-and-pound assault that targeted the champion's surgically repaired neck.

Bryan, resilient as ever, fought back with a series of stiff European uppercuts that rocked Ziggler, initiating a frantic sequence of reversals. Bryan flipped out of a Fameasser attempt and looked to lock in the Yes! Lock again, but Ziggler, having scouted the move from the previous week, scrambled frantically to the ropes. The end came in a heartbeat; as Bryan coiled in the corner and charged for the Running Knee to put the series away, Ziggler didn't dodge. Instead, he timed his reaction perfectly, snapping his leg up for a desperate, thunderous Superkick that caught Bryan flush on the jaw in mid-air. The impact turned the champion inside out. Ziggler collapsed onto him for the cover, scoring the three-count not with a technical masterpiece, but with a strike born of pure survival instinct.

  • Score: Bryan 1 - Ziggler 1
Week 4: The Stalemate (Raw, April 20) With the series tied at one apiece, Renee Young hosted a face-to-face interview in the center of the ring. On the surface, the mutual respect seemed intact; Ziggler even offered a handshake, which Bryan accepted cautiously. However, the dynamic had shifted. Ziggler, flashing his signature Hollywood smile, played off his desperate tactics in London as "just good strategy," condescendingly explaining to Bryan that "sometimes you have to be smarter than you are tough." He patted Bryan on the shoulder, offering a backhanded compliment about Bryan’s "scrappy" nature while subtly implying that Bryan's body—specifically his neck—might not hold up to the elite level required to beat him again. "I'm doing this for your own good, Daniel," Ziggler smirked. "I'm the guy who steals the show, you're the guy who gets hurt trying to keep up." Bryan narrowed his eyes, sensing the arrogance seeping through the friendship, and asked if Ziggler was trying to psych him out because he knew he couldn't out-wrestle him.

Just as the two champions stood nose-to-nose, the underlying tension palpable despite the lack of shouting, the booming voice of Bad News Barrett interrupted the proceedings. The former champion, furious at being excluded from the title picture he felt was rightfully his, stormed the ring with a microphone in hand, berating both men as unworthy placeholders. But Barrett miscalculated the bond between the two rivals. As he slid into the ring to attack, Bryan and Ziggler moved in perfect synchronization without exchanging a word. They ducked Barrett’s double clothesline attempt and responded with a simultaneous Double Superkick that nearly took Barrett’s head off. The crowd erupted as the two rivals stood over the fallen Brit, breathing heavily. They turned to face each other, the mutual respect undeniable, yet the tension remained thick—they were allies for a moment, but at Extreme Rules, only one would leave with the series lead.


  • The Stakes: The winner of Match #3 at Extreme Rules takes the series lead and the psychological advantage.
Panel Picks: Daniel Bryan vs. Dolph Ziggler


Renee Young: "Gentlemen, we are looking at perhaps the most personal rivalry on the card tonight. It is Match Number 3 in the Best of Seven Series for the Intercontinental Championship. We are tied at one a piece. Last week on Raw, we saw a very different Dolph Ziggler—a man willing to take shortcuts. Corey, has the 'Showoff' finally cracked the code to beating Daniel Bryan?"

Corey Graves: "It isn't about cracking a code, Renee; it’s about growing up. For years, Dolph Ziggler has been worried about stealing the show and making the fans happy. Last week in London? He stopped caring about the applause and started caring about the win. He targeted the neck—which we know is Bryan’s weak point—and he knocked him out of the air. It was surgical, it was vicious, and it was brilliant. Ziggler is in Bryan’s head, and tonight, he takes the lead."

  • Prediction: Dolph Ziggler
Byron Saxton: "I completely disagree, Corey. What you call 'brilliant,' I call desperate. Daniel Bryan accepted this series to prove who the better wrestler is, honorably. Ziggler raking the eyes? Pulling the tights? That’s not the spirit of the Intercontinental Championship. Bryan is the superior technician—we saw that in Week 1. Now that he knows Ziggler is willing to fight dirty, Bryan will adjust. The 'Yes' Movement is alive and well, and the better man wins tonight."
  • Prediction: Daniel Bryan
Booker T: "Hold on, let me speak on this, man! You talkin' about honor, Saxton? This is the hurt business! I’ve been in that ring with guys who would do anything to keep a title. I look at Dolph Ziggler’s eyes last week, and I see the eye of the tiger. He’s hungry! He’s tired of being second best! That Superkick in London? Shucky Ducky Quack Quack! That was a message! Daniel Bryan is got the heart, yeah, but Ziggler has the momentum right here, right now. I’m rollin’ with the Showoff!"

  • Prediction: Dolph Ziggler
Jerry "The King" Lawler: "You guys are forgetting who we're talking about! This is Daniel Bryan! This is the man who beat Triple H, Randy Orton, and Batista in one night! Dolph Ziggler is great, I’ll give him that, but his arrogance is coming back. Did you see him on Raw? Smirking? Patting Bryan on the shoulder? When you start underestimating Daniel Bryan, that is exactly when he kicks your head off. I’m sticking with the King of the Yes Movement!"

  • Prediction: Daniel Bryan
Renee Young: "It's split right down the middle! I have to say, that tension on Raw was thick enough to cut with a knife. If I had to pick, I think that 'good strategy' Ziggler talked about might just be the difference maker again."

  • Prediction: Dolph Ziggler
PanelistPredictionRationale
Corey GravesDolph ZigglerBelieves Ziggler's ruthless tactics and focus on Bryan's neck are the winning formula.
Booker TDolph ZigglerFavors Ziggler's "hunger" and momentum from the London victory.
Renee YoungDolph ZigglerSways toward Ziggler due to his psychological advantage and new strategy.
Byron SaxtonDaniel BryanBelieves Bryan is the superior technician and will overcome Ziggler's "dirty" tactics.
Jerry LawlerDaniel BryanTrusts in Bryan's resilience and believes Ziggler's arrogance will cost him.

CONFIRMED FOR EXTREME RULES 2015
  • WWE Tag Team Championship Match: Tyson Kidd & Cesaro (c) vs. The Lucha Dragons
  • Paige vs. AJ Lee
  • The Miz w/Summer Rae vs. Damien Sandow
  • Chicago Street Fight: Dean Ambrose vs. Sheamus
  • Divas Championship: Nikki Bella (c) vs. Charlotte Flair
  • Intercontinental Championship Best of 7 Series Match 3 - Daniel Bryan vs. Dolph Ziggler
 

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Stretcher Match Triple Threat

Seth Rollins (c) vs. Randy Orton vs. Roman Reigns

The Narrative Arc: "The Checkmate Era"

Week 1: The Heist & The Fallout (Raw, March 30) The Raw after WrestleMania opened with a deafening chorus of boos as Seth Rollins, flanked by J&J Security, made his way to the ring for a victory lap. The "Architect" was insufferable, replaying the footage of his cash-in on the TitanTron and referring to the moment as the "Heist of the Century." He claimed that while Roman Reigns and Brock Lesnar were playing checkers, destroying each other's bodies, he was playing chess, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The celebration was cut short by the arrival of Randy Orton, who reminded Rollins that he had beaten the new champion clean in the middle of the ring just hours before the main event. Orton’s logic was simple: he defeated the champion, therefore he was the rightful number one contender.

Before Rollins could dismiss the claim, Roman Reigns emerged from the crowd, his face a mask of simmering fury. Reigns ignored Orton completely, marching straight to the champion and cornering him against the ropes. Reigns argued that he had Lesnar beaten, that the Beast was bleeding and fading, and that Rollins had merely picked the bones of a kill he didn't make. The tension in the ring was palpable, a three-way standoff between the man who stole the moment, the man who won the earlier battle, and the man who had the title snatched from his fingertips. Rollins tried to pit them against each other, claiming they should fight for the right to face him, but the conversation was rendered moot by the guttural roar of Brock Lesnar’s theme music.

Lesnar stormed the ring with Paul Heyman, invoking his rematch clause on the spot. Rollins, realizing he was trapped, fled through the crowd, leaving J&J Security to be mauled by the Beast. Lesnar, denied his prey, went on a rampage that would go down in infamy. He overturned the announce table with bare hands, F-5’d Michael Cole out of his shoe, and nearly murdered a cameraman with the same maneuver. To save her champion and stop the lawsuits, Stephanie McMahon stormed out and indefinitely suspended Brock Lesnar, effectively removing the biggest threat to Rollins' reign. Rollins returned to the stage, laughing at the carnage, believing he was now safe from all challengers.

However, the power vacuum was filled immediately by the return of Mr. McMahon later that night. The Chairman, disgusted by Rollins' cowardice and The Authority's attempts to shield him, overruled his daughter. He declared that Rollins didn't get to choose his challengers or hide behind suspensions. Vince booked a Triple Threat Match for Extreme Rules, placing Rollins in the ring with both Randy Orton and Roman Reigns. The show ended with Rollins throwing a tantrum in the ring while Vince walked away with a smirk, asserting that while The Authority might run the show, he still owned the company.

Week 1 (SmackDown, April 3): The Stipulation SmackDown opened with a decree from the Director of Operations, Kane. In the absence of Mr. McMahon, The Authority sought to regain control of the narrative. Kane announced a main event match between the two challengers, Randy Orton and Roman Reigns. The stakes were incredibly high: the winner would be granted the power to choose the stipulation for the Triple Threat Match at Extreme Rules. Seth Rollins sat on commentary, gloating that his two enemies would tear each other apart before they even got to Chicago, leaving him to pick up the pieces.

The match was a brutal, hard-hitting affair that showcased the contrasting styles of the two challengers—Orton’s smooth, methodical precision versus Reigns’ explosive, raw power. Just as Reigns prepared to deliver a Spear to Orton, Seth Rollins signaled J&J Security to attack. The match dissolved into chaos as Kane and Big Show joined the fray, causing a disqualification. The Authority beat down both men, leaving them lying in the center of the ring. Rollins grabbed a microphone, declaring the match a no-contest and claiming that since there was no winner, there would be no special stipulation. He raised his title high, believing he had outsmarted the system once again.

Suddenly, the TitanTron flickered to life, and Mr. McMahon appeared via satellite from WWE Headquarters. He admonished Kane for the interference, stating that he wouldn't let The Authority ruin his main event. Vince declared that since The Authority had attacked both men, both men were declared the winners. Therefore, both men would get to make a choice regarding the match at Extreme Rules. The crowd in Fresno erupted as Vince put the power back in the hands of the challengers, leaving Rollins hyperventilating at ringside as his plan backfired spectacularly.

Reigns, recovering in the corner, was given the microphone first. He looked dead at Rollins and said, "I want to hurt you. I want to carry your broken body out of that arena." He chose a Stretcher Match stipulation, ensuring that the only way to win was to incapacitate an opponent so severely they could be wheeled across a finish line. Orton was up next. "Since Roman picked the match," Orton smirked, "I get to pick your opponent for this Monday on Raw." He paused for dramatic effect before pointing at the Juggernaut next to him. "I choose... Roman Reigns." Rollins collapsed to his knees, realizing he had to face Reigns one-on-one just weeks before the pay-per-view.

Week 2: The Coup d'État (Raw, April 6) The atmosphere on Raw was electric as the main event approached: Seth Rollins vs. Roman Reigns. To ensure a fair fight, Vince McMahon announced early in the show that he would personally serve as the Special Guest Referee. Furthermore, he banned Kane, Big Show, and J&J Security from ringside under threat of termination. The match proceeded as a grueling contest, with Reigns using his strength to toss the champion around the ring while Rollins used his agility to survive. Vince called the match right down the middle, refusing to count fast or slow, frustrating Rollins who expected preferential treatment.

As the match reached its climax, Reigns hit a Superman Punch and signaled for the Spear. Suddenly, the ring canvas began to warp and tear. In a shocking moment, Kane and Big Show ripped through the mat from underneath the ring, dragging Reigns down by his ankles. It was a loophole—they weren't at ringside; they were under it. They beat Reigns mercilessly as Rollins cackled with glee. Vince McMahon, furious at being undermined, grabbed the microphone and demanded they stop. When they ignored him, Vince got in Big Show’s face, screaming, "YOU ARE FIRED!" The arena went silent as Big Show slowly turned his gaze to the Chairman.

In a moment that shook the foundation of the WWE, Big Show clenched his fist and delivered a Knockout Punch to the 69-year-old Vince McMahon. The Chairman crumpled to the mat, unconscious. The crowd gasped in horror. Triple H and Stephanie McMahon then walked out from the back, not with concern, but with cold, calculated strides. They entered the ring and stood over the fallen body of Vince. Stephanie took the microphone, looking down at her father, and whispered, "It's time to adapt or perish."

The night ended with a ceremonial execution of the old guard. Rollins Curb Stomped Roman Reigns. Then, at Triple H's command, he Curb Stomped Randy Orton who had tried to make the save. Finally, with the entire roster watching in stunned silence on the monitor, Rollins delivered a Curb Stomp to Vince McMahon himself. The Authority stood tall over the bodies of their enemies and their creator. Stephanie looked into the hard camera, a reptilian smile on her face, and uttered a single word that defined the new era: "Checkmate."

Week 3: The Emperor's New Clothes (Raw, April 13) Live from London, England, Raw opened with a somber medical update: Vince McMahon had suffered a broken jaw and a severe concussion. Triple H and Stephanie stood in the ring, bathed in a spotlight, and declared the "McMahon Era" dead. They announced the dawn of the "Authority Era," where order would be absolute. Seth Rollins was introduced not just as a champion, but as the "Undisputed Future." He bragged about retiring the Chairman and claimed that at Extreme Rules, he would do the same to Orton and Reigns. To prove their total control, Triple H announced that Orton and Reigns would be forced to run a "Gauntlet of Punishment" to even make it to Sunday.

The Gauntlet match took up the entire final hour of the show. Reigns and Orton were forced to team up against a revolving door of The Authority's lower-card enforcers: The Ascension, The Miz, Luke Harper, and even a fresh Rusev. They fought valiantly, their bodies battered and bruised, barely surviving each wave. The London crowd rallied behind them, desperate to see someone stand up to the tyranny. They eventually cleared the ring, standing tall but exhausted, their chests heaving as they waited for the next wave.

That wave came in the form of the "Praetorian Guard"—Kane, Big Show, and J&J Security. But they didn't come to wrestle. They swarmed the ring with weapons. Rollins directed traffic from the ramp as his henchmen decimated the challengers with steel chairs. The beatdown was methodical and uncomfortable to watch. Rollins then signaled to the stage crew, who wheeled out a hospital stretcher wrapped in legitimate barbed wire.

The show's climax was a scene of pure horror. The Authority strapped an unconscious Roman Reigns to the barbed-wire stretcher, the metal digging into his skin. They wheeled him to the top of the high entrance ramp. With a unified shove, they sent the stretcher careening off the stage, crashing down onto the concrete floor below. As EMTs rushed to the wreckage, The Authority stood at the top of the ramp, arms raised, having sent a terrifying message about the violence that awaited in the Stretcher Match at Extreme Rules.

Week 4: Guerilla Warfare (Raw, April 20) The final Raw before Extreme Rules took place in Albany, NY, but the vibe was different. Paranoia had set in for Seth Rollins. Throughout the broadcast, members of J&J Security were found mysteriously knocked out in corridors and locker rooms. On their chests, the words "NO RULES" were spray-painted in red. Rollins, sweating and erratic, demanded that Triple H increase security, terrified that the ghosts of the men he crushed were coming back to haunt him. The Authority tried to maintain order, but the psychological warfare was taking its toll.

The main event segment was a contract signing for the Extreme Rules match. Rollins refused to come to the ring until the arena was surrounded by police officers. He sat at the table, flanked by Kane and Big Show, signing the contract with a shaking hand. He grabbed the mic, screaming for Orton and Reigns to show their faces, claiming he wasn't afraid. "Come out here and face your King!" he shrieked, his voice cracking. Silence followed. Rollins laughed nervously, claiming they were too cowardly to show up after what happened in London.

Then, the arena lights cut out completely. The sound of a single chair shot echoed in the darkness. Then another. Then the sound of bodies hitting the canvas. When the emergency lights flickered on, the scene was chaos. Randy Orton was inside the ring, standing on the table, RKO'ing Kane through the wood. Roman Reigns emerged not from the ramp, but from the crowd, launching a steel chair directly into Big Show’s face.

The two challengers dismantled the police and security with a level of violence that matched the stipulation. They cleared the ring within seconds, leaving bodies strewn everywhere. Rollins, realizing he was alone, scrambled over the barricade and fled through the crowd, narrowly escaping a Superman Punch. Reigns turned back towards the ring center, eyes fixed on the WWE World Heavyweight Championship belt lying on the canvas. But as he bent down to retrieve it, the Viper struck. Out of nowhere, Randy Orton coiled and planted Reigns with a lightning-fast RKO that shook the ring. The crowd erupted as Orton slowly rose to his feet, a cold, predatory smirk on his face. He picked up the championship, raising it high above the fallen Juggernaut as Raw went off the air, sending a clear message that in the Stretcher Match, there are no allies—only victims.
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United States Championship

John Cena (c) vs. Rusev (w/ Lana)

Week 1: The Open Challenge (Raw, March 30) The sounds of "John Cena Sucks" chanted in time with his theme song filled the SAP Center, but the new United States Champion sprinted to the ring with a vindicated energy. Cena grabbed the microphone, the stars and stripes belt draped over his shoulder, and delivered a mission statement that would define his reign. He declared that Rusev’s year of tyranny was over and that the United States Championship was no longer a prop for anti-American propaganda, but a symbol of opportunity. He didn't want to be a champion who hid behind a manager; he wanted to be a fighting champion. With a fierce intensity, he issued the inaugural "John Cena U.S. Open Challenge," inviting anyone from the locker room to come and get some, instantly transforming the mid-card title into the show's focal point.

The challenge was answered by the "Swiss Superman," Cesaro, leading to a physical masterpiece that showcased the prestige Cena promised. For twenty minutes, they traded heavy artillery, with Cesaro countering the Attitude Adjustment into a relentless uppercut barrage and nearly winning with the Neutralizer. Cena, pushed to his absolute limit, had to dig deep into his arsenal, utilizing a springboard Stunner—a move rarely seen—to catch Cesaro off guard. The finish was a testament to grit; Cena powered out of a sharp-shooter attempt, muscled Cesaro onto his shoulders, and delivered an emphatic Attitude Adjustment to score the pinfall, setting a breathless standard for the weeks to come.

While Cena celebrated in the ring, the cameras cut to a dark, silent locker room where Rusev sat hunched over, staring at a monitor. The Bulgarian Brute was not angry; he was despondent, a broken conqueror. Lana entered the frame, tentatively placing a hand on his shoulder to offer comfort, but Rusev violently shrugged her off. He stood up, towering over her, and shouted in Russian, blaming her distraction for his loss at WrestleMania. He refused to go out to the ring, refused to invoke his rematch clause immediately, choosing instead to let his hatred fester in the shadows, leaving Lana looking fearful and isolated for the first time in their partnership.

Week 2: The Chain & The Challenge (Raw, April 6) Cena’s Open Challenge continued against the rugged brawler Bad News Barrett. The match was a slugfest, with Barrett targeting Cena’s head with stiff elbows and winds-of-change slams. Cena, still showing signs of fatigue from the previous week, had to fight from underneath, absorbing punishment that would have stopped a lesser man. The crowd was split, but the energy was undeniable. Cena eventually turned the tide, ducking a Bull Hammer elbow and connecting with the AA for the victory. However, the bell had barely rung when the celebration was cut short, not by music, but by a blur of motion as Rusev slid into the ring.

Rusev didn't lock in a submission; he unleashed a primal, chaotic assault. He leveled Cena with a superkick that sounded like a gunshot, dropping the champion instantly. But Rusev wasn't done. He rolled to the outside and dismantled the steel ring steps, tossing the top half into the ring with terrifying ease. He hoisted the heavy steel steps above his head, letting out a guttural roar, and drove the sharp edge down into Cena’s ribs. The impact was sickening, leaving Cena gasping for air, clutching his midsection as officials rushed down the ramp, powerless to stop the carnage.

Standing over the writhing champion, Rusev grabbed a microphone, his chest heaving. He didn't look at the crowd; he looked down at his victim. "You think you beat me?" Rusev bellowed. "You survived me. Pinning me for three seconds proves nothing. American rules are for weak men." He kicked Cena in the ribs one last time. "At Extreme Rules, I do not want to pin you. I want to break you until you cannot stand up. I challenge you to a Last Man Standing match!" He threw the microphone down, raising the Russian flag high above the broken body of America’s champion, establishing that the rematch would be a war of attrition, not wrestling.

Week 3: The Russian Chain (Raw, April 13) In London, Rusev competed in a match against the powerhouse Ryback, a contest designed to showcase raw strength. Rusev looked different—more focused, more dangerous. He absorbed Ryback's offense with a stoic refusal to feel pain, shrugging off a Meat Hook clothesline that usually ends matches. He retaliated with a jumping side kick that nearly took Ryback’s head off. The match ended not with a traditional finisher, but with Rusev pummeling Ryback into the corner until the referee threatened a disqualification, which Rusev ignored, tossing the official aside to continue the assault.

Rusev reached under the ring and pulled out a heavy, rusted steel chain. The crowd in London gasped as he wrapped the cold metal around his massive fist. He stalked Ryback, who was struggling to his feet, and delivered a sickening punch with the chain-wrapped fist, knocking Ryback out cold. Rusev then dragged Ryback to the center of the ring and applied the Accolade, using the chain to wrench back on Ryback's face, pulling with such force that he seemed intent on snapping his neck. It was a graphic display of the violence awaiting John Cena.

As medical staff tended to the unconscious Ryback, Lana entered the ring, taking the microphone. She looked nervous, glancing at the unhinged Rusev before addressing the camera. "John Cena," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "You see what happens to those who stand in the way of the super athlete. My... our client... has no mercy left." Rusev snatched the microphone from her hand, cutting her off. He stared into the lens, his eyes wide with intensity. "Cena! You are not here because you are broken. Stay home. Because if you come to Extreme Rules, I will use this chain to ensure you never stand up again." He whipped the chain against the mat, the metallic crack echoing through the silent arena.

Week 4: The Brawl in Albany (Raw, April 20) John Cena returned to Raw in Albany, his ribs heavily taped underneath his "Never Give Up" t-shirt. The crowd reaction was a mixture of cheers and concern as he walked slowly to the ring, wincing with every step. He cut a somber promo, admitting that Rusev had broken his body, but claiming his spirit was untouchable. "He wants to keep me down for ten seconds?" Cena asked, his voice rising with passion. "He's going to have to put me in the ground, because as long as my heart is beating, I will stand up for this country!" It was a classic Cena rallying cry, but the doubt in his eyes was visible.

Suddenly, the TitanTron flickered to life, showing a grainy camera feed from the arena parking lot. Rusev stood atop the hood of John Cena’s personal muscle car, the heavy steel chain wrapped around his fist. "American spirit?" Rusev mocked, his voice distorted by the feed. "This car is American spirit. Loud. Expensive. And fragile." Rusev raised his fist and brought the chain down, smashing the windshield into a thousand pieces. He proceeded to methodically destroy the vehicle, denting the roof and ripping off the side mirrors. Cena dropped the mic and sprinted out of the ring, rushing to the back to save his property and confront the monster.

The brawl that ensued in the parking lot was ugly and desperate. Cena arrived and tackled Rusev off the hood, trading punches on the concrete. However, the rib injury proved to be the fatal flaw; when Cena attempted to hoist Rusev for an Attitude Adjustment onto the pavement, his legs buckled under the weight, and he collapsed in agony. Rusev capitalized instantly, superkicking Cena into the side of the car. He then used the chain, wrapping it around Cena’s throat and tying him to the car's bumper, choking him out until he went limp. The final shot of Raw before the pay-per-view was Rusev sitting on the hood of the destroyed car, with the unconscious United States Champion slumped against the tire, utterly defeated.
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"If Goldust Loses, He Is Fired" Match

Cody Rhodes vs. Goldust


Week 1: The Breakdown (Raw, March 30) The match against R-Truth was supposed to be a routine outing for Stardust, but the cosmic entity seemed distracted, his movements jerky and erratic. The crowd, sensing the instability, leaned into the comedy of R-Truth, who danced circles around his opponent. The finish came abruptly when Truth caught a distracted Stardust with a simple rollup. As Truth celebrated up the ramp, Stardust remained on his knees in the center of the ring, trembling. The usual hissing and cosmic ramblings ceased, replaced by a guttural, human scream of anguish. In a moment that silenced the arena, he began to violently claw at his own face, digging his fingernails into the gold and black paint, smearing it with sweat and tears until the star design was unrecognizable, revealing the raw, red skin of Cody Rhodes underneath.

The transformation was horrific and mesmerizing. Stardust didn't just fade away; he was being forcefully exorcised in real-time. Cody ripped at his bodysuit, tearing the fabric as if it were burning his skin. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the character disintegrated, leaving behind a broken man hyperventilating in the ring. Sensing his brother's distress, Goldust rushed down the ramp, not in character, but with genuine brotherly concern etched on his painted face. He entered the ring slowly, hands raised, whispering, "Cody? It's okay, I'm here." Cody looked up, his eyes wild and bloodshot, seeing not a brother but a reflection of the paint he was trying to escape. Goldust wrapped his arms around his sobbing brother, offering a sanctuary from the madness.

For a moment, it seemed like a heartwarming reunion, but the hug lingered too long. Cody’s sobbing stopped abruptly, replaced by a cold, dead stare over Goldust’s shoulder. With a sudden, violent shove, Cody broke the embrace. Before Goldust could react, Cody kicked him squarely between the legs, doubling him over in agony. The crowd gasped as Cody grabbed his brother's head and drove him into the mat with a vicious Cross Rhodes. He didn't celebrate. He simply knelt over his brother's unconscious body, wiped a handful of smeared paint from his own face, and aggressively wiped it across Goldust’s pristine gold face, desecrating the family legacy. He whispered something inaudible to his fallen brother before walking away, his gait no longer that of a cosmic traveler, but of a man possessed by a new, darker purpose.

Week 2: The Nightmare (Raw, April 6) The following week, R-Truth waited in the ring for a rematch, expecting Stardust. instead, the lights dimmed and a slow, ominous, industrial drone filled the arena. There was no star field on the TitanTron, just the name "CODY" in stark, grey letters. Cody Rhodes emerged, but he was unrecognizable. Gone was the spandex; in its place was a sharp, expensive black suit. His face was clean of paint, his expression completely void of emotion. He walked to the ring with a predatory stillness. The match was a slaughter. Cody didn't wrestle; he dismantled. He grounded Truth with stiff, calculated strikes and joint manipulation, displaying a cruelty that Stardust never possessed. He ended the match not with a pin, but by relentlessly driving Truth's head into the canvas until the referee was forced to call for the bell due to knockout.

As medical personnel attended to Truth, Goldust’s music hit. The veteran marched to the ring, microphone in hand, anger warring with sadness in his eyes. "What have you done?" Goldust pleaded, staying at a safe distance. "We are family! The Rhodes name means something, and you are throwing it all away because you lost a match? Talk to me, Cody! Come back to us!" Cody stood motionless, adjusting his cuffs, looking through his brother as if he were a ghost. He slowly raised his own microphone, his voice a chilling, monotone whisper that echoed through the silent arena. "Stardust was a place I went to hide," Cody said. "But you... you live in the paint. You hide in the paint."

Cody stepped closer, and Goldust flinched. "You talk about family," Cody continued, his voice rising slightly with venom. "But you let me become a clown. You watched me humiliate myself for your amusement. You are not my brother. You are a disease. A relic of a bygone era that refuses to die. And I... I am the cure." Goldust lowered his microphone, hurt flashing across his face. "I love you, Cody," he whispered. Cody’s face hardened into a sneer. "That is your weakness." He struck Goldust with the microphone, knocking him to the mat, then removed his suit jacket, folded it neatly, and delivered a second, punishing Cross Rhodes on top of it. Standing over his brother, he looked into the hard camera. "At Extreme Rules, I don't just want a match. I want to end the fantasy. I want high stakes."

Week 3: The Corporate Hit (Raw, April 13) The cameras caught Cody Rhodes exiting The Authority’s office earlier in the day, shaking hands with Triple H. The implication was clear: the new, ruthless Cody was "best for business." Later that night, in a sit-down interview with Michael Cole, Cody revealed the results of his meeting. "The Authority agrees with me," Cody stated coolly. "Goldust is an attitude era relic. He sucks up airtime, money, and resources that belong to the future. They have granted my request." He looked directly into the lens. "At Extreme Rules, the stipulation is simple. When I win... Goldust is fired. Not retired. Fired. Erased from history."

Goldust appeared later in the night, but for the first time in years, he wasn't Goldust. He walked out as Dustin Runnels, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, his face completely bare of gold paint. The raw vulnerability of the man behind the character shocked the audience. He called Cody to the ring, desperate to save his career and his brother's soul. "Look at me, Cody!" Dustin shouted, tears welling in his eyes. "I changed your diapers! I protected you from the wolves in this business! I carried the weight of our father's legacy so you wouldn't have to!" He fell to his knees, begging. "Please, don't do this. Don't make me fight you for my livelihood."

Cody stood over his kneeling brother, his expression unreadable. For a fleeting second, it looked like the old Cody might surface. He reached out a hand, touching Dustin’s shoulder. But the moment shattered instantly. "Dustin Runnels is weak," Cody said, removing his hand as if he'd touched something filthy. "Dustin Runnels is a failure. And on Sunday, I'm going to put him out of his misery." He leaned down, nose-to-nose with his sobbing brother. "Dustin is dead," he hissed. "There is only The Nightmare." Cody turned and walked away, leaving Dustin weeping in the ring, the reality setting in that to save his job, he would have to destroy his little brother.

Week 4: The Father's Plea (Raw, April 20) The familiar funky chords of "Common Man Boogie" hit, but there was no dancing from The American Dream. Dusty Rhodes marched to the ring with a somber intensity, calling out his youngest son to face him man-to-man. Cody emerged in his pristine suit, looking bored by the presence of a legend. Dusty cut a passionate, tear-jerking promo, invoking "Hard Times" and pleading with Cody to look at the destruction he was causing. "I didn't raise you to be a nightmare, baby! I raised you to be a star!" Dusty cried, his voice cracking. "Don't destroy your brother. Don't destroy this family." Cody stood motionless, staring down his father with dead eyes. When he finally spoke, his voice was ice. "You talk about family, Dad? You made us a sideshow. You put paint on Dustin because you didn't think he was enough. You made me a mustache-twirling joke. You're not a dream, old man. You're just a carny who stayed at the fair too long."

Before Dusty could respond, Goldust sprinted to the ring, grabbing the microphone and stepping between his father and brother. "That is enough, Cody!" Goldust screamed, the veins in his neck bulging. "You want to hate me? Fine. You want to end my career? Fine. But you do not disrespect him!" The three stood in a tense triangle, the history of the Rhodes dynasty crumbling before the audience's eyes. Dusty tried to play peacemaker one last time, reaching out to touch Cody's cheek. "I love you, son," Dusty whispered. Cody leaned into the hand for a split second before snapping. In a moment that sucked the air out of the arena, Cody delivered a thunderous, disrespectful slap across his father’s face, knocking the Hall of Famer’s signature cowboy hat to the mat.

The crowd’s gasp was instantly drowned out by a roar of fury as Goldust snapped. Seeing his father assaulted, Goldust didn't use a wrestling move; he simply tackled Cody to the mat with the ferocity of a wild animal. He rained down rights and lefts, mauling his younger brother in a blind rage that officials struggled to contain. Cody, realizing he had pushed too far, desperately scrambled out from under the onslaught, rolling out of the ring and retreating up the ramp, clutching his jaw. He looked back at the ring, a sadistic smirk playing on his lips as Goldust checked on a shaken Dusty. The line had been crossed, and at Extreme Rules, this wouldn't just be a match for a job; it would be a war for the family's soul.


Predictions​

WWE World Heavyweight Championship: Stretcher Match

Seth Rollins (c) vs. Randy Orton vs. Roman Reigns

Renee Young:
"We have a volatile situation here. Seth Rollins is backed into a corner, but he's also the Architect—he usually has a plan. However, with the stipulation being a Stretcher Match, and with Orton and Reigns seemingly on the same page last week, does the champion stand a chance?"

Booker T: "Let me tell you somethin', Renee. In a Stretcher Match, you gotta incapacitate your opponent. You gotta take 'em past the point of no return! Roman Reigns and Randy Orton, they got that killer instinct. They both want Rollins bad. But here's the thing—Rollins is slippery. He’s like a greased pig at the state fair! But tonight? There's nowhere to run. I think the Juggernaut, Roman Reigns, is gonna be the one pushin' that stretcher across the line."

  • Prediction: Roman Reigns
Jerry "The King" Lawler: "I hate to agree with you, Book, but you might be right about Rollins being in trouble. But don't count out the Viper! Randy Orton has a way of striking when you least expect it. He RKO'd Kane, he took out J&J... he's focused. I think Orton wins the title tonight."

  • Prediction: Randy Orton
Corey Graves: "You people are delusional. This is Seth Rollins we are talking about! The man who cashed in at WrestleMania! The man who retired Vince McMahon! Do you think he's going to let a little thing like a Stretcher Match stop the future? The Authority always has a plan B, C, and D. Rollins retains."

  • Prediction: Seth Rollins
Byron Saxton: "I don't know, Corey. The Authority is battered. J&J are hurt, Kane is unstable... Rollins is isolated. And facing two men who want to end his career? The odds are insurmountable. I’m going with the Big Dog to reclaim what he feels is his."

  • Prediction: Roman Reigns
Renee Young: "I'm going with the Viper. He's been waiting for this moment since WrestleMania."

  • Prediction: Randy Orton


2. United States Championship: Last Man Standing Match

John Cena (c) vs. Rusev (w/ Lana)

Renee Young:
"This has gotten incredibly personal. Rusev destroyed John Cena's car, he's threatened his career, and Cena is going into this with injured ribs. Can the champ even stand up?"

Jerry "The King" Lawler: "John Cena is Superman! I don't care about the car, I don't care about the chain. When the chips are down, Cena finds a way. He fights for America, he fights for the fans. He's not staying down for ten count!"

  • Prediction: John Cena
Corey Graves: "King, spare me the patriotism. Did you see Raw? Rusev didn't just beat Cena; he broke him. He tied him to a bumper like roadkill! Cena has bad ribs against a man who weighs 300 pounds and knows sambo. It's over. The accolade is coming, and a new U.S. Champion is inevitable."

  • Prediction: Rusev
Booker T: "I gotta agree with Graves on this one. Rusev is a tank, man! And Cena... he's hurt. You can't breathe right with bad ribs, how you gonna answer a ten count? Rusev is mean, he's nasty, and he's got that chain. I think the Bulgarian Brute takes it home."

  • Prediction: Rusev
Byron Saxton: "John Cena has made a career out of overcoming the odds. Rusev is dangerous, yes, but he's also emotional. He's angry at Lana, he's angry at the world. That rage makes you make mistakes. Cena will capitalize. 'Never Give Up' isn't just a catchphrase."

  • Prediction: John Cena
Renee Young: "I hate to bet against Cena, but those ribs... that was hard to watch. I think Rusev is too much of a monster right now."

  • Prediction: Rusev


3. "If Goldust Loses, He is Fired" Match

Cody Rhodes vs. Goldust

Renee Young:
"This is heartbreaking. Brother versus brother, father involved... and Goldust's career is on the line. After what Cody did to Dusty last week, can Goldust keep his composure?"

Byron Saxton: "It was disgusting, Renee. Slapping his own father? Cody Rhodes has lost his mind. But that anger? That might be Goldust's fuel. He's fighting for his family's honor. He's fighting for his job. I think Goldust teaches his little brother a lesson tonight."

  • Prediction: Goldust
Corey Graves: "Lesson? The only lesson here is out with the old, in with the new. Cody is right. Goldust is a relic. It's time to evolve. Cody is the future of this industry, and he's going to do what needs to be done. It's mercy, really."

  • Prediction: Cody Rhodes
Booker T: "I've been in that ring with Goldust. The man is a survivor. But Cody... Cody has that look in his eye. That 'void' look. He's detached. When you don't care about nothin', you're dangerous. Goldust is fightin' with emotion; Cody is fightin' like a machine. I think the machine wins."

  • Prediction: Cody Rhodes
Jerry "The King" Lawler: "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think Cody does it. He's just... he's gone too far to turn back now. And Goldust, bless his heart, he's hesitant. He doesn't want to hurt his brother. Cody wants to hurt him. That's the difference."

  • Prediction: Cody Rhodes
Renee Young: "It's a tragedy either way. I think Cody’s ruthless aggression gets him the win."

  • Prediction: Cody Rhodes
CONFIRMED FOR EXTREME RULES 2015
  • WWE Tag Team Championship Match: Tyson Kidd & Cesaro (c) vs. The Lucha Dragons
  • Paige vs. AJ Lee
  • The Miz w/Summer Rae vs. Damien Sandow
  • Chicago Street Fight: Dean Ambrose vs. Sheamus
  • Divas Championship: Nikki Bella (c) vs. Charlotte Flair
  • Intercontinental Championship Best of 7 Series Match 3 - Daniel Bryan vs. Dolph Ziggler
  • Last Man Standing United States Championship - John Cena (c) vs. Rusev
  • If Goldust Loses he must retire - Cody Rhodes vs. Goldust
  • Triple Threat Stretcher Match WWE World Heavyweight Championship - Seth Rollins (c) vs. Randy Orton vs. Roman Reigns
 
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WWE Extreme Rules 2015

The screen fades in from black to the screeching, metallic grind of a Chicago "L" train navigating a sharp turn, sparks flying against the twilight. We see high-contrast, gritty shots of the Chicago skyline—the imposing Sears Tower piercing the clouds, the neon marquee of the Chicago Theatre, and a crumbling brick wall spray-painted with the words "NO RULES." A deep, gravelly voiceover introduces the "City of Big Shoulders" not just as a location, but as a character in tonight's drama—a place built on steel, sweat, and survival. As archival footage of fans chanting "ECW!" flickers on screen, the narrator declares that in Chicago, permission isn't asked for, and forgiveness isn't granted. The pacing quickens with slow-motion shots of kendo sticks shattering and steel chairs deforming against skin, establishing that tonight, the laws of order have been suspended.

The music shifts to a menacing, low-end drone as the visual cuts to the shocking footage from Raw: the "Coup d'État." We see the "King of Kings" fallen, with Seth Rollins and The Authority standing over the unconscious body of Vince McMahon. The narrator describes the fall of the empire and the rise of the Architect, who now sits atop the rubble. However, the tone changes from triumph to terror as we cut to Rollins looking fearful, cornered by his own sins. We see the terrifying visual of a hospital stretcher wrapped in barbed wire. The screen splits to show the cold, predatory stare of Randy Orton and the explosive rage of Roman Reigns. The voiceover emphasizes that to survive the main event, one must not just win, but incapacitate their enemy and carry their broken body across the line in a Stretcher Match for the very soul of the WWE.

The sound of a heavy steel chain rattling violently bridges the transition to the United States Championship feud. We see the Bulgarian Brute, Rusev, wrapping the rusted Russian Chain around his massive fist, contrasted with shots of a battered John Cena, ribs taped, saluting painfully. The narrator frames this as an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object—the Spirit of America being crushed by the iron fist of the Super Athlete. Visceral clips of Rusev whipping Cena and locking in the Accolade with the chain highlight the brutality of the upcoming Last Man Standing match, where beating a man isn't enough; you must break his will until he cannot answer the count of ten.

The soundtrack kicks into high gear with the driving chorus of "Irresistible," signaling the chaos of the undercard. We see the chaotic brawls between Dean Ambrose and Sheamus spilling through concession stands and into the streets, a "Chicago Street Fight" where the city itself becomes a weapon. Rapid-fire flashes illuminate the personal stakes of the night: the tragic disintegration of the Rhodes family with Goldust fighting for his career against the "Nightmare" Cody, the technical ferocity of Bryan vs. Ziggler, and Paige screaming "This is my house!" The narrator drives home the themes: Brother against brother, career against career, the future against the past.

The package culminates in a fever-pitch montage of extreme moments—tables breaking, bodies flying through the air, and desperate submission holds. The voiceover delivers the final verdict: "There are no allies. There are no safe havens. Tonight, the only certainty... is chaos." The Extreme Rules logo is spray-painted onto the screen with the hiss of an aerosol can as the narrator welcomes the world to the one night where the only rule is that there are no rules. The video cuts to black, instantly replaced by the explosion of pyro inside the Allstate Arena.


The Entrances:

The show opens with the Allstate Arena already at a fever pitch, the Chicago crowd chanting "Lucha! Lucha!" in unison even before the music hits. When the upbeat, high-energy theme of the Lucha Dragons finally blasts through the PA system, the arena explodes. Kalisto and Sin Cara burst from behind the curtain in a synchronized sprint, their colorful gear a blur against the black staging. They don't just walk to the ring; they turn the entrance ramp into a runway for their agility. They high-five fans along the barricade, feeding off the energy, before sliding into the ring and immediately vaulting to the top ropes on opposite corners. They lead the crowd in a deafening "Lucha!" chant, pumping their arms in rhythm, establishing a frantic, high-octane pace before the match even begins. They backflip off the turnbuckles, landing perfectly in the center of the ring, ready to fight.

The atmosphere shifts dramatically as the air raid siren of "Swiss Made" cuts through the cheers, drawing a heavy mix of boos and respectful jeers from the smart Chicago crowd. The Tag Team Champions, Cesaro and Tyson Kidd, emerge with a deliberate, arrogant swagger, flanked by Natalya. They represent the "Brass Ring Club"—technically superior and entirely unbothered by the fanfare of their opponents. Tyson Kidd wears his signature noise-canceling headphones, pointedly ignoring the audience, while Cesaro cracks his neck and adjusts his title belt with a smug grin. They take their time walking down the ramp, forcing the challengers to wait. Cesaro stops to mock a fan in a Lucha mask, while Natalya holds the ropes open for them. They enter the ring methodically, wiping their feet on the apron, and stand in the center, raising their championships high above their heads with a cold, professional detachment that screams superiority.


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Match: WWE Tag Team Championship Cesaro & Tyson Kidd (c) (w/ Natalya) vs. The Lucha Dragons (Kalisto & Sin Cara)

The Match:


The bell rings, piercing the electric atmosphere of the Allstate Arena, and the match kicks off with the high-flying Kalisto standing across from the technical wizard Tyson Kidd. They circle cautiously before engaging in a traditional collar-and-elbow tie-up. Kidd immediately asserts his strength, backing the smaller luchador into the ropes, but Kalisto uses his low center of gravity to slip underneath Kidd's arms for a waist lock. Kidd, displaying his Dungeon training, instantly counters, wrenching Kalisto's arm into a standing wrist lock. Kalisto responds with fluid agility, rolling forward to relieve the pressure, kipping up to his feet in a blur of motion, and executing a snapping Japanese arm drag that sends Kidd scrambling across the canvas to the neutral corner, a look of frustration washing over his face.

Looking to change the dynamic, Kidd tags in the powerhouse Cesaro. The Swiss Superman enters with a smirk, confident his brute strength will neutralize the speed. He attempts to corner Kalisto, throwing a heavy clothesline that would have taken the luchador's head off, but Kalisto ducks underneath. As Cesaro turns, Kalisto performs a handstand on the turnbuckles, springing back with a headscissors take-over that sends the massive Cesaro flying across the ring. The crowd erupts as Kalisto immediately tags in Sin Cara. The Lucha Dragons showcase their chemistry with a beautiful double-team sequence: Kalisto whips Cesaro into the ropes and drops to the mat, launching Sin Cara with a monkey flip that propels him high into the air for a splash onto the prone Cesaro for a quick one-count.

Cesaro powers out, but the challengers are relentless. Sin Cara keeps the pressure on with a series of stiff chops to the chest before tagging Kalisto back in. They set up for their signature tandem offense. Sin Cara hooks Cesaro in a wheelbarrow hold, and Kalisto springboards off the top rope, crashing down with a seated senton onto Cesaro’s chest while Sin Cara simultaneously drops him. The impact is significant, forcing the winded Cesaro to roll hastily to the outside to regroup. A furious Tyson Kidd joins him, and Natalya steps in to calm the champions down, offering water and strategy as the referee begins his count, the Lucha Dragons standing tall in the center of the ring to the delight of the Chicago faithful.

The tide turns violently at the five-minute mark as veteran instincts take over. With the referee distracted by Tyson Kidd feigning an ankle injury in the corner, Cesaro slides back into the ring and blasts Sin Cara off the apron with a heavy forearm, removing the partner from the equation. Seeing his partner down, Kalisto attempts to regain control, launching himself onto the second rope for a springboard crossbody. He soars through the air, but he flies directly into a trap. Cesaro catches the luchador in mid-flight, halting his momentum with a jarring thud. In a display of freakish, functional strength, Cesaro holds Kalisto in a cradle position before violently torquing his body, spinning him into a sickening, rib-cracking tilting backbreaker. The sound of impact silences the front row.

Now in firm control, the champions instantly cut the ring in half, dragging a writhing Kalisto to their corner. For the next several minutes, the "Brass Ring Club" puts on a tag team clinic, dismantling the high-flyer with surgical precision. They utilize quick tags, keeping a fresh man in the ring to stomp Kalisto into the canvas. Kidd tags in, executing a perfect snap suplex, floating over instantly into a tight side headlock, grinding his forearm into Kalisto’s face to restrict his breathing. When Kalisto fights to his feet, Kidd drives a knee into his gut and tags Cesaro back in.

Cesaro enters and deadlifts the groggy Kalisto from the mat, ragdolling him with a massive gutwrench suplex that showcases the disparity in power. He doesn't go for the pin; instead, he signals to the crowd. He grabs Kalisto’s legs, setting up the dizzying Cesaro Swing. The Chicago crowd counts along—one, two, five, ten rotations—as Kalisto is spun into a state of vertigo. Cesaro releases him, not to the mat, but perfectly timing the launch so that a charging Tyson Kidd can blast the defenseless luchador with a hesitation dropkick to the face. The crowd rallies behind Kalisto as he collapses, clutching his head, reaching desperately for a corner that is miles away.

At the ten-minute mark, Kalisto finally creates separation with a desperate, spinning corkscrew crossbody off the second rope that flattens Kidd. Both men crawl towards their corners, and the hot tag is made to Sin Cara. Ideally, Cara enters like a house on fire, ducking a clothesline from Cesaro and hitting a springboarding back elbow. He knocks Kidd off the apron and hits a tilt-a-whirl headscissors on Cesaro, followed by a moonsault press for a breathless two-count. The action spills to the outside when Cara clotheslines Cesaro over the top rope. With both champions groggy on the floor on opposite sides of the ring, the Dragons signal for flight. In a synchronized burst of adrenaline, Sin Cara hits a perfect suicide dive onto Tyson Kidd on the left. Simultaneously, Kalisto attempts a springboard moonsault onto Cesaro on the right—but Cesaro catches him. In a "Holy S**t" moment that stuns Chicago, Cesaro catches the falling Kalisto and instantly converts the momentum into a devastating tilt-a-whirl backbreaker onto the thin floor mats. The thud echoes through the arena.

Back inside the ring, chaos reigns. Sin Cara tries to fend off both men but eats a spin-out powerbomb from Cesaro for a near fall. Kalisto, selling the back injury, crawls back onto the apron. In a shocking reversal, Kalisto manages to blindside Cesaro with a springboard Salida del Sol out of nowhere! He hooks the leg—1... 2... NO! Tyson Kidd flies across the ring with a springboard elbow drop to break the pin at the last possible millisecond. The crowd is on its feet. The referee tries to restore order as Natalya jumps on the apron, shouting at the official—a classic distraction. Inside the ring, Kalisto runs the ropes for a springboard attack to finish Cesaro. As he leaps, Cesaro is waiting. He blasts Kalisto in mid-air with a jaw-shattering European Uppercut. Kalisto drops like a stone, right into the arms of Tyson Kidd, who executes the spinning fisherman's neckbreaker. Kidd hooks the leg deep for the 1... 2... 3 at the 13:33 mark.

Winner: Cesaro & Tyson Kidd (Retain)

Post-Match: The music of the champions hits immediately, but there is no frantic celebration. Cesaro and Tyson Kidd rise to their feet with the calm assurance of men who just completed a day's work. Natalya slides into the ring, handing them their titles, and the trio embraces in the center of the ring, Cesaro kissing his bicep while Kidd puts on his headphones to block out the "Lucha" chants that persist from the defiant crowd. They make a point of stepping over the fallen body of Kalisto as they exit, holding the gold high in a display of supreme arrogance. As the champions retreat up the ramp, smirking at the booing fans, Sin Cara helps a groggy Kalisto to his feet. The Chicago crowd, recognizing the incredible effort, rises for a sustained standing ovation. The Lucha Dragons, battered but not broken, nod to the fans in appreciation, the mutual respect cementing them as the top babyface threat to the "Brass Ring Club's" reign.

Commentary Note: JBL: "That is why they are the best tag team on the planet, Maggle! You can flip and fly all you want, but you can't out-wrestle the masters!"

Commercial Break (The screen fades to black as the Extreme Rules logo flashes. A 60-second spot for the "WWE Network: It's Way Over the Top" campaign plays, followed by a localized advertisement for an upcoming live event in Chicago.)

Video Package: The Miz vs. Damien Sandow

The arena is plunged into darkness for a brief second before the signature "AWESOME!" screams through the PA system. The driving, arrogant beat of "I Came to Play" hits, and the Chicago crowd immediately responds with a deafening chorus of boos. A massive inflatable "MIZ" logo takes over the entrance ramp. Out walks The Miz, dressed in his signature Hollywood A-Lister trench coat, the collar popped high. He is wearing his oversized sunglasses despite being indoors, a deliberate shield against the fans he despises. He doesn't run or pose immediately; he stops at the top of the ramp, scanning the crowd with a look of utter disgust. He walks slowly, methodically, soaking in the hatred. Every few steps, he stops to check his reflection in the camera lens or brush an imaginary speck of dust off his shoulder. He climbs the steel steps with exaggerated care, wipes his feet on the apron, and enters the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms not in triumph, but in a "silence" gesture that only makes the jeers louder. He removes his sunglasses slowly, revealing eyes that aren't confident, but darting around nervously, a crack in the A-Lister facade as he waits for the man he wronged.

Darkness engulfs the arena once more before a solitary spotlight pierces the black, illuminating the center of the stage. The majestic, soaring notes of Handel's "Hallelujah" chorus erupt from the speakers, triggering an instantaneous, explosive roar from the Chicago crowd that visibly shakes the camera feeds. Damien Sandow steps into the light. Although this serious persona debuted on Raw, the reaction remains deafening, underscoring the gravity of this grudge match. Gone are the stunt double tights, the prop sunglasses, and the comedic pratfalls. In their place is a man draped in a simple, regal blue robe—a nod to his "Intellectual Savior" past, but stripped of all condescension. He marches down the ramp with a terrifying, laser-focused intensity, offering no smiles or waves to the adoring public. His eyes are locked on The Miz like a predator stalking prey, ignoring the A-Lister's taunts completely. Sliding into the ring, Sandow sheds the robe in one fluid motion to reveal plain black trunks and boots—no frills, purely business. He walks directly to the center of the squared circle, planting himself nose-to-nose with a visibly flinching Miz. Sandow doesn't blink; he is a man who has shed his skin and is finally ready to draw blood.

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Match 2: The Miz vs. Damien Sandow

The Match:


The referee calls for the bell, and The Miz immediately attempts to play the Hollywood big shot, smirking and extending a condescending hand to his former employee, muttering, "You're welcome for the job." Sandow slaps the hand away violently and tackles Miz to the canvas with a double-leg takedown. The Chicago crowd roars as Sandow rains down piston-like right hands, foregoing technique for pure, unadulterated rage. Miz scrambles desperately to the ropes, forcing a break, but Sandow holds on until the referee’s four-count. Miz rolls out of the ring to regroup, clutching his jaw, but Sandow gives him no quarter. He pursues Miz to the outside, cutting off his attempt to flee around the ring post with a stiff clothesline on the floor. Sandow grabs Miz by the hair and slams his face into the ring apron, shouting, "I'm not your prop!" before rolling him back inside.

Back in the ring, Miz cowers in the corner, begging off. As the referee steps in to separate them, Miz utilizes the distraction to thumb Sandow in the eye—a classic heel tactic. With Sandow blinded, Miz hits a snap DDT to shift the momentum. He immediately goes on the offensive, stomping a mudhole in Sandow in the corner while shouting "I made you!" to the jeering crowd. Miz whips Sandow into the opposite turnbuckle and charges with his signature corner clothesline, but Sandow gets a boot up. Miz staggers back but catches a charging Sandow with a knee to the gut, followed by his signature backbreaker/neckbreaker combo for a two-count. Miz slows the pace, applying a tight rear chin lock, grinding Sandow down and taunting the fans who chant "San-dow!" in unison.

At the six-minute mark, Sandow fights up to his feet, breaking the hold with sharp elbows to the midsection. He hits the ropes and ducks a clothesline, rebounding with a Russian Leg Sweep that plants Miz firmly on the mat. The instinct to play to the crowd flickers in Sandow’s eyes, but he suppresses it, replacing the showmanship with malice. He executes the Elbow of Disdain, but instead of the theatrical dance, he delivers it with a stiff, driving force directly to Miz’s sternum. He covers, but Miz kicks out at two. Sandow signals for the end, waiting for Miz to rise. He attempts a neckbreaker, but Miz counters, shoving Sandow into the corner. Miz charges again for the Awesome Clothesline, leaping into the air—but Sandow catches him! In a display of raw power, Sandow rotates and plants Miz with a thunderous uranage suplex that shakes the ring.

Both men are down, the referee beginning his count. They trade blows from their knees, the crowd cheering every Sandow punch and booing every Miz slap. They get to their feet, and Miz attempts a big boot. Sandow ducks, sweeps the leg, and looks for a submission, but Miz kicks him off into the turnbuckle. A dazed Sandow stumbles backward into a rollup by Miz, who grabs a handful of tights for leverage—1... 2... Sandow barely kicks out! Miz argues with the referee, claiming a three-count, wasting precious seconds. He turns back to Sandow and goes for the Skull Crushing Finale. He hooks the arms, but Sandow, knowing the move intimately from months of mimicking it, snaps his head back, smashing into Miz’s nose. Miz stumbles back, blinded by pain. Sandow spins him around, kicks him in the gut, and hooks both arms. He lifts Miz high and drives him down with the "You're Welcome" (Full Nelson Slam). The impact is emphatic. Sandow hooks the leg tight, staring at the hard camera with cold intensity. 1... 2... 3.

Winner: Damien Sandow

Post-Match: The bell rings, and "Hallelujah" plays, but Sandow doesn't smile. He stands over the fallen Miz, looking down with a mix of pity and indifference. The crowd is roaring, validating his victory. Sandow demands a microphone. The music cuts. He stands in the center of the ring, the spotlight solely on him. He looks at the camera, then down at the Miz, who is clutching his face. "Scene deleted," Sandow says calmly. He drops the mic on Miz's chest and walks out of the ring, head held high, leaving his former mentor broken in the ring while he exits, finally his own man.

Commercial Break (A spot for WWE Payback, the next major event, airs. Followed by a Mountain Dew Kickstart commercial featuring Big E. The feed returns to the arena for a brief crowd shot.)

Video Package: The Bully vs. The Lunatic

The package opens with a haunting, grainy black-and-white visual of an empty playground, the silence broken only by the eerie squeak of a rusting swing set swaying in the wind. A distorted, static-filled voiceover from Sheamus breaks the quiet, lamenting, "This world... it's gotten soft." The screen suddenly explodes into vibrant, harsh color, replaying the shocking return of the Celtic Warrior on the night after WrestleMania. We see the stark mohawk, the braided beard, and the vicious Brogue Kick connecting with Dean Ambrose's face in slow motion. The montage accelerates, showcasing Sheamus standing over fallen smaller wrestlers like Neville and Ziggler, spitting disdain as his voice booms, "I am the exterminator. You little insects have infested my ring for too long."

The music shifts abruptly to a chaotic, driving punk-rock riff as Dean Ambrose crashes onto the screen, wild-eyed and bleeding from the mouth, declaring, "He thinks he's a warrior? He's just a bully with a bad haircut." The video descends into a frenetic highlight reel of their escalating violence: Ambrose launching himself off the barricade into a sea of security, the explosion of popcorn as they brawl through the concession stand, and Sheamus ripping at Ambrose's eyes in desperation. The footage cuts to the grainy security cam video from the London pub fight, showing Ambrose smashing a bottle over his own head to psych himself up before Sheamus powerbombs him through an oak table and tosses him through the plate glass window onto the rainy street.

The package crescendos with the chaos of the go-home Raw, showcasing the relentless ten-minute brawl where Ambrose dragged a shopping cart full of weapons to the ring. We see flashes of kendo sticks shattering, steel chairs bending, and the lead pipe being brandished as a symbol of the madness to come. The audio layers Sheamus screaming "I will break you!" over Ambrose's maniacal laughter and promise to "bring the madness." The final shot freezes on a split screen of Sheamus snarling in rage and Ambrose grinning through a bloody lip, before the graphic slams onto the screen: CHICAGO STREET FIGHT - DEAN AMBROSE vs. SHEAMUS - UP NEXT.

The Entrances:

The arena lights die instantly, plunging Chicago into total darkness. A low, rhythmic drumbeat begins to pound, mimicking the heartbeat of war. Then, the ominous, guttural sound of the Celtic war horn tears through the silence, vibrating the arena floor. Suddenly, the stage is bathed in a blinding, harsh white light that forces the front row to shield their eyes. Out of the brilliance steps Sheamus, a towering silhouette of menace. The music kicks into "Hellfire," and the lights shift to a burning orange. The "Celtic Warrior" looks more like a barbarian king than a wrestler. He wears a heavy leather coat with a high collar, his stark mohawk and braided beard giving him a wild, unhinged appearance. In his right hand, he grips a shillelagh tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

He marches down the ramp with a slow, deliberate cadence, ignoring the outstretched hands of fans and the deafening "You Look Stupid" chants raining down from the rafters. He stops halfway, looking around the arena with a sneer of pure disgust, as if the very presence of the audience offends him. He climbs the steel steps, wipes his boots on the apron with exaggerated disrespect, and enters the ring. He walks to the center, slams the shillelagh into the turnbuckle pad with a resounding thud, and throws his arms out wide, screaming "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!" at the booing crowd. He tosses his coat aside, revealing his pale, muscular frame, and begins to pace the ring like a caged tiger, eyes darting to the entrance way, hungry for violence.

The revving of a motorcycle engine hits the PA system, cutting through Sheamus’s music. The sound builds to a deafening crescendo before the screeching guitar riff of Dean Ambrose's "Retaliation" explodes. The Allstate Arena comes unglued. Ambrose doesn't walk out; he bursts through the curtain like he's been shot out of a cannon. He’s dressed for a fight, not a match—jeans, a black tank top, and a battered leather jacket. His ribs are visibly taped under the shirt, and his hands are wrapped heavily in white tape. He twitches with adrenaline, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck as he surveys the sea of screaming fans.

He doesn't pose. He doesn't play to the camera. He stalks down the ramp with a loose, erratic gait, his eyes fixed on Sheamus with a look of pure, unadulterated madness. He stops at ringside, grabs a steel chair, and tosses it into the ring, a statement of intent. He jumps onto the apron, stares at the hard camera, and lets out a primal roar that echoes without a microphone. He slides under the bottom rope and springs to his feet instantly. There is no waiting for the bell. Ambrose charges right into Sheamus’s face, nose-to-nose, chewing gum aggressively. Sheamus flinches, raising a fist, but Ambrose just laughs in his face and slaps him hard across the cheek before the referee can even call for the bell.

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Match 3: Chicago Street Fight - Dean Ambrose vs. Sheamus

The Match:

The referee calls for the bell, but the fight is already a war zone. Ambrose’s slap triggers an immediate, chaotic exchange of stiff rights. Ambrose, fighting with a frenetic, unhinged energy, backs Sheamus into the corner, unloading rapid-fire jabs and chops. Sheamus shoves him off, wiping blood from a split lip, and charges with a clothesline. Ambrose ducks, rebounds off the ropes in his signature style, and hits a running crossbody, raining down punches as they roll around the canvas. Sheamus uses his immense strength to bench-press Ambrose off him, sending the Lunatic flying. Ambrose is up instantly, though, clotheslining Sheamus over the top rope to the floor. Without hesitation, Ambrose hits the ropes and launches himself through the middle rope with a suicide dive, sending Sheamus crashing into the barricade with a sickening thud. The crowd is deafening.

From the start, the brawl intensifies at ringside. Ambrose grabs Sheamus by his beard and slams his head into the ring apron repeatedly. He attempts to whip Sheamus into the steel steps, but the Celtic Warrior reverses it, sending Ambrose shoulder-first into the steel with such force the steps are dislodged. Sheamus takes control, stomping on Ambrose’s exposed ribs. He picks up the top half of the steel steps, teasing a throw, but Ambrose dropkicks the steps into Sheamus’s knees. As Sheamus hobbles, Ambrose climbs onto the announce table, waiting for Sheamus to turn around. When he does, Ambrose leaps off with a flying double axe handle, taking both men down to the padded floor.

The action moves back inside the ring briefly before spilling over again. Ambrose rolls Sheamus in and looks for a bulldog, but Sheamus counters, shoving Ambrose off and leveling him with a devastating Irish Curse Backbreaker. And another. And a third. Sheamus screams "Are you soft now?!" at the prone Ambrose. He goes for the Brogue Kick early, but Ambrose collapses from exhaustion before Sheamus can connect. Frustrated, Sheamus tosses Ambrose to the outside again. This time, Ambrose lands on his feet, grabs a kendo stick from under the ring (a leftover from earlier matches), and waits. As Sheamus leans over the ropes to grab him, Ambrose cracks him over the head with the bamboo. Sheamus stumbles back, and Ambrose enters the ring swinging the stick wildy, welting Sheamus's chest and back until the stick splinters.

The eight-minute mark sees the fight escalate dramatically as Ambrose tackles Sheamus through the ringside barricade, shattering the foam and metal. They spill directly into the lower bowl of the arena. They immediately brawl up the concrete stairs, trading stiff, desperate shots amongst the scattering fans. Ambrose hooks a surprised fan’s full beer mug, takes a defiant swig, and spits the brew into Sheamus's eyes, momentarily blinding him, before smashing the plastic cup over the back of Sheamus's head. The Lunatic Fringe then uses the momentum to drive Sheamus backward through a banner advertising the WWE Network. The fight moves deeper into the concourse, the camera shaking violently to keep up with the chaos. Sheamus tries to ram Ambrose into a merchandise stand, but Ambrose reverses the momentum, sending the Celtic Warrior crashing into a table piled high with t-shirts. The fight moves to the nearby concession area, where Ambrose, improvising with lunatic glee, grabs a soda hose from a terrified vendor. He sprays Sheamus directly in the face with a mix of syrup and carbonated water, blinding the Celtic Warrior completely. As Sheamus stumbles, wiping his eyes, Ambrose picks up a full popcorn machine—glass display and all—and crashes it over Sheamus's back, the sound of glass scattering echoing through the hallway.

The tide turns around the ten-minute mark as they fight back toward the arena bowl. Sheamus, still blinded by the soda, desperately throws a wild clothesline that misses. Ambrose tries to capitalize with a diving knee, but Sheamus catches him square in the ribs with a knee lift. Sheamus lifts Ambrose high and delivers a sickening back body drop directly onto the concrete floor of the aisle. Ambrose bounces with a dull, sickening thud, clutching his taped ribs and gasping for air. Sheamus, his vision clearing, eyes the semi-conscious Ambrose and smiles, the bully regaining his confidence. He viciously stomps Ambrose’s injured ribs twice before dragging the Lunatic Fringe down the stairs by his hair, throwing him back over the ringside barricade.

Ambrose lands hard near the apron. Sheamus follows immediately. He grabs the remnants of the shillelagh he brought to the ring, but Ambrose snatches a wooden chair from a ringside attendant and smashes it over Sheamus’s head, shattering the wood. Sheamus stumbles, but doesn't fall. Ambrose capitalizes by reaching under the ring and retrieving a Singapore cane (Kendo stick). Sheamus disarms him immediately with a headbutt, taking possession of the cane. Sheamus stalks Ambrose, who is struggling to his knees. Whack! Whack! The sound of bamboo on flesh echoes through the arena. Sheamus delivers shot after shot to Ambrose’s back, leaving visible red welts with every strike. He screams, "Stay down, you rat!" but Ambrose, defiant to a fault, keeps trying to stand.

Sheamus wedges the Kendo stick into the turnbuckle, exposing the splintered end, and tries to throw Ambrose into it. Ambrose blocks, fighting back with wild forearm shivers to Sheamus’s chest. He hits a desperate rebound lariat that finally turns the Celtic Warrior inside out. Both men are down. Ambrose crawls to the corner, pulling himself up using the ropes. He rolls out of the ring and, using the last of his energy, starts throwing weapons into the ring—five steel chairs, a trash can, and a table.

Around the seventeen-minute mark, Ambrose sets up a steel chair in the center of the ring and sits on it, inviting Sheamus to hit him. Sheamus charges, but Ambrose uses a drop toe-hold to send Sheamus face-first into the chair seat, smashing his nose into the cold steel. Ambrose follows up immediately, springing to his feet and driving Sheamus’s head further down with a running bulldog onto the steel. Ambrose covers quickly—1... 2... Sheamus powerfully shoves him off and powers out. Ambrose scrambles, grabbing the heavy metal trash can and placing it over Sheamus's upper body. He climbs the top rope, defying his battered ribs, and delivers a massive diving elbow drop onto the trash can, crushing Sheamus inside. Ambrose makes the cover, but Sheamus kicks out at 2.9, demonstrating his inhuman toughness. Frustrated, Ambrose goes for Dirty Deeds, but Sheamus counters with pure power, hoisting Ambrose high and delivering the first of three consecutive Irish Curse Backbreakers. He doesn't let go of the grip after the first agonizing thud; he keeps his hands locked, driving Ambrose down for a second, then a third, brutalizing the Lunatic's already taped ribs. Ambrose is limp, completely depleted of energy.

At the twenty-minute mark, Sheamus senses the kill. He ignores the pinfall, grabbing Ambrose by the legs and twisting him onto his front. He locks in the Texas Cloverleaf in the center of the ring, sitting deep into the submission, relentlessly torqueing Ambrose's injured back and lower spine. Ambrose screams in agony, his face contorted in pain as he crawls inch by inch toward the ropes. He reaches them, but Sheamus pulls him back to the center, maintaining the relentless pressure. Ambrose, fading, spots the remnants of a loose Kendo stick lying on the mat. With a final surge of manic energy, he snatches the piece of wood and cracks Sheamus in the shin, a desperate, non-traditional strike that forces Sheamus to break the agonizing hold. Sheamus stumbles back, clutching his leg, the momentum of the match suddenly shifting due to Ambrose's refusal to quit.

The climax begins at twenty-two minutes. Sheamus, shaking off the pain in his shin, spots the table leaning against the turnbuckles and eyes the kill. He grabs a groggy Ambrose and hoists him up, positioning him for a White Noise through the table. Ambrose fights with every ounce of his remaining strength, driving desperate elbows into Sheamus's head until he slips free and lands behind the Celtic Warrior. They spill onto the apron, trading deafening chops. Sheamus, intent on eliminating Ambrose, attempts a Brogue Kick, but Ambrose ducks under the full force of the blow. Sheamus's leg, however, drives deep between the ropes, getting hopelessly snagged in the turnbuckle pad. Sheamus is left hopping on one leg, tangled and exposed. Ambrose quickly re-enters the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and delivers a punishing double-axe handle directly onto Sheamus's trapped leg, sending the big man crashing painfully to the mat, now hobbling and selling a severe leg injury. Ambrose goes for his signature rebound lariat, but Sheamus, operating purely on instinct and rage, catches him with a sharp knee lift to the jaw. Sheamus backs up to the corner, pounding his chest with his good arm, summoning the last reserves of his strength. "Brogue!" he bellows, preparing for one final, devastating blow.

He charges forward on his compromised leg. Ambrose, in a moment of pure survival instinct honed in the streets, drops flat to the canvas. Sheamus’s momentum, slowed but still dangerous, carries him forward, and his leg gets thoroughly tangled in the turnbuckle ropes and padding. He is completely defenseless, hopping on one leg, trapped. Ambrose rolls out of the ring and sprints to the timekeeper's area. He reaches under the apron and pulls out the lead pipe—the symbol of madness from Raw. The Chicago crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and gasps.

It is twenty-four minutes and thirty seconds. Ambrose slides back in with the pipe. Sheamus finally frees his leg and turns around, his eyes widening in primal fear as he sees the pipe. Ambrose doesn't pause. He swings the pipe horizontally, driving it hard into Sheamus’s midsection, doubling the Celtic Warrior over. Ambrose drops the pipe and wraps his arm around Sheamus’s neck, using the cold steel of the pipe across the throat for a ruthless chokehold, cutting off the big man's air supply. Sheamus’s face turns purple, his massive knees buckling beneath him. As Sheamus fades to his knees, Ambrose releases the choke, kicks him in the gut, and hooks both arms in position for his finisher. He stares at the steel chair still set up in the center of the ring, the only stable object amidst the wreckage. With a final, guttural scream, Ambrose plants Sheamus with Dirty Deeds directly onto the steel seat. The impact is crunching and final. Ambrose hooks the leg. 1... 2... 3.

Winner: Dean Ambrose

Post-Match: The bell rings at twenty-five minutes and eleven seconds. Dean Ambrose rolls off Sheamus, lying on his back, laughing at the ceiling lights while clutching his ribs. The referee raises his hand, but Ambrose rolls out of the ring immediately. He hops the barricade into the crowd, grabbing a beer from a stunned fan. He takes a long swig, foam spilling over his chin, and salutes the Chicago crowd before disappearing into the sea of people. Inside the ring, Sheamus begins to stir. He sees the replay on the TitanTron and kicks the ropes in a fury. His "bully" persona has been dented, but the violence he craved was delivered—just not with the result he wanted. The camera lingers on Sheamus's red, furious face as we fade to black.

Commercial Break


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The Entrances:

The arena lights shift to a bright, manic pink and red as the driving rock riff of "Let's Light It Up" hits. The Chicago crowd responds with a mixed reaction, leaning heavily into cheers for the veteran AJ Lee. AJ comes skipping out with her familiar hop, but her expression is intense and focused, not playful. She wears her black and white gear, a clear contrast to her opponent. She glances quickly at the ring, but keeps her eyes moving, aware of Paige’s volatile nature. She slides under the bottom rope, climbs the turnbuckle, and lets out a quick scream of defiance before waiting for her rival.

The music shifts dramatically to the dark, gothic chords of "Stars in the Night." Paige emerges to a heavy chorus of boos. She walks with a slow, predatory confidence, her makeup sharper and darker than usual, fully embracing her heel persona. She enters the ring and immediately begins stretching aggressively, ignoring AJ completely. She makes a point of rolling out of the ring to grab a bottle of water, dragging out her preparation to frustrate the challenger. She looks AJ up and down with contempt before handing the water bottle to the referee to dispose of, making AJ wait for the bell.

Singles Match AJ Lee vs. Paige

The Match:

The referee calls for the bell, and the tension snaps instantly. Paige charges across the ring with a primal scream, looking to decapitate her former friend with a clothesline, but AJ Lee ducks underneath, using her low center of gravity to slide behind. AJ leaps onto Paige’s back for a sleeper hold, but Paige violently shrugs her off, sending AJ crashing into the turnbuckles. As AJ bounces off, she catches a charging Paige with a boot to the face, followed by a hurricanrana that sends the "Anti-Diva" stumbling. AJ tries to keep the momentum high, hitting the ropes for a crossbody, but Paige catches her in mid-air. With a show of raw power, Paige holds AJ there, screaming "This is MY house!" before tossing her halfway across the ring with a massive fallaway slam. The impact is jarring, and Paige wastes no time, mounting AJ and raining down stiff headbutts that force the referee to intervene.

Paige slows the pace, methodically dissecting the smaller opponent. She drags AJ to the ropes, placing her on the middle strand and delivering a barrage of knee lifts to the midsection, each one knocking the wind out of AJ. Paige pulls AJ back to the center and locks in a modified camel clutch, wrenching back on AJ's neck while shouting insults about AJ being a "relic" and a "little girl." AJ fights to her feet, driving elbows into Paige’s gut, but Paige cuts off the hope spot with a short-arm clothesline that turns AJ inside out. Paige covers, hooking the leg deep—one, two, AJ barely gets a shoulder up. Frustrated, Paige picks AJ up by her hair and whips her hard into the corner, following up with a high running knee that snaps AJ’s head back.

The middle portion of the match sees AJ relying on pure resilience. As Paige goes for a suplex, AJ counters in mid-air, landing on her feet and hitting a spinning heel kick to Paige’s gut. AJ hits the ropes and connects with a Shining Wizard, the impact echoing through the arena. She crawls for the cover, getting a two-count. Sensing an opening, AJ goes for her signature skipping clothesline, but Paige ducks and scoops her up for a scoop slam. However, AJ floats over, landing behind Paige and locking in a guillotine choke. Paige flails, her strength fading, but she manages to ram AJ backward into the turnbuckles to break the hold. Both women are down, the referee beginning his count as the Chicago crowd rallies behind AJ.

The fight spills to the outside apron, the most dangerous part of the ring. AJ attempts to suplex Paige from the ring to the floor, but Paige blocks it. They trade stinging forearm shots on the narrow ledge, the sound of skin-on-skin loud in the silence of anticipation. Paige grabs AJ’s arm, looking for a move, but AJ kicks her away. As AJ lunges forward, Paige strikes with a sudden, vicious superkick that catches AJ flush under the chin. AJ’s body goes limp, and she tumbles from the apron to the ringside mats with a sickening thud, landing awkwardly on her shoulder and neck. The referee checks on her as Paige cackles from the apron, demanding the count-out victory.

AJ manages to roll back into the ring at the count of nine, barely alive. Paige stomps on her immediately, shouting that AJ should have stayed down. She pulls AJ up for the Ram-Paige, but AJ counters into a desperate small package—one, two, th—no! Paige kicks out at the last millisecond. Both women scramble to their feet. AJ ducks a wild swing and leaps onto Paige, locking in the Black Widow submission in the center of the ring. The crowd erupts. Paige screams in agony, her arm bent at a sickening angle. She stumbles blindly backward toward the corner, AJ still clinging to her back. As the referee moves to check on the submission, Paige subtly reaches out and rips the turnbuckle pad loose, exposing the steel bolt. With a sudden jerk, she rams AJ backward, driving her spine directly into the exposed steel. AJ gasps, releasing the hold instantly and collapsing in agony. The referee, having missed the exposed buckle due to his positioning, sees only the release. AJ stumbles forward, clutching her back, right into Paige's grasp. Paige hits the Ram-Paige, but for good measure, she grabs a handful of AJ's tights as she hooks the leg. One... two... three.

Winner: Paige

Post-Match: Paige rolls out of the ring immediately, clutching the ropes and smirking as she points to her head, signaling her superior intellect rather than physical dominance. She backs up the ramp, blowing a mocking kiss to the fallen AJ. Inside the ring, AJ recovers slowly, holding her back. She spots the exposed turnbuckle and begins screaming at the referee, pleading her case that she was cheated. The referee looks confused, shaking his head. The camera cuts to Paige at the top of the ramp, laughing maniacally. She didn't just beat AJ; she outsmarted her, ensuring this war is far from over.

Commercial Break

Video Package: The Nightmare vs. The Relic

The package begins with a nostalgic, sepia-toned montage of the Rhodes brothers at the height of their tag team glory—hugging in the center of the ring, holding the Tag Team Championships high, with Dusty Rhodes beaming proudly in the background. A soft, piano melody plays underneath, highlighting the bond of brotherhood. The music abruptly warps and distorts into a jarring, industrial screech as the visual cuts to the shocking moment on Raw where Stardust unraveled. We see Cody clawing at his face, screaming as he rips the gold paint from his skin, the "Stardust" persona disintegrating in real-time. The voiceover from Goldust echoes, filled with concern: "Cody, let me help you!" followed immediately by the sickening visual of Cody kicking his brother low and delivering the first Cross Rhodes, desecrating the family bond.

The tempo accelerates to a cold, rhythmic, mechanical beat as "The Nightmare" is introduced. We see shots of Cody in his pristine suit, his face devoid of emotion, standing over fallen opponents. His voice cuts through the music, chilling and detached: "Stardust was a place I went to hide. Goldust... is a disease. A relic that refuses to die." The package highlights the cruelty of the new Cody—the beatdowns, the cold stares, and the moment he looked into the camera and demanded the termination of his brother's contract. The text "CAREER ON THE LINE" slams onto the screen in metallic letters, underscoring the finality of the stipulation.

The final sequence crescendos with the heartbreaking confrontation involving Dusty Rhodes. We see the American Dream pleading with his youngest son, tears in his eyes, begging for the madness to stop. The music drops to a silence, punctuated only by the sharp crack of Cody slapping his father across the face. The visual is replayed in slow motion—Dusty's cowboy hat flying off, Goldust's face twisting in rage as he tackles his brother. The montage flashes rapidly between images of the Rhodes family legacy and Cody’s violent attempts to erase it. The video ends on a split screen: Goldust wiping paint from his face with a look of sorrow, and Cody Rhodes staring blankly ahead, whispering, "I am the cure."

The Entrances:

The arena darkens, but instead of the usual golden shower of pyro, a single, dim spotlight hits the stage. The slow, melancholic opening of Goldust's theme plays, but it lacks the usual pomp. Goldust walks out, fully clad in his iconic black and gold bodysuit, his face fully painted in the vibrant Goldust motif. The Chicago crowd reacts with a thunderous ovation, recognizing the legendary figure. He walks slowly, dragging his feet slightly, looking like a man marching to his own execution despite the flamboyant attire. He steps into the ring and looks at the corner where he usually poses, but simply sighs and leans against the turnbuckle, closing his eyes, the gold paint shimmering under the single spotlight.

The lights cut to a harsh, sterile grey. The mechanical drone of Cody's new theme signifies the arrival of "The Nightmare." Cody Rhodes emerges wearing a hooded robe made of expensive, shimmering black fabric. He walks with a terrifyingly calm demeanor, his face stone-cold and devoid of any human emotion. He doesn't look at the crowd; he doesn't look at the lights. His gaze is fixed entirely on the ring. He climbs the steps efficiently, enters the ring, and removes his robe to reveal pristine white trunks and boots—a chilling contrast to his "dark" persona. He stands across from his brother, tilting his head slightly, studying Goldust like a specimen in a jar.

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"If Goldust Loses, He Is Fired" Match
Cody Rhodes vs. Goldust

The Match:

The bell rings, and the two brothers circle each other cautiously. Goldust extends a tentative hand, but Cody immediately smacks it away with a sneer and engages in a tight collar-and-elbow tie-up. Cody uses his youth and leverage to back Goldust into the corner, driving his shoulder repeatedly into Goldust's gut before the referee calls for a clean break. As Goldust steps out, Cody cheap-shots him with a stiff knee to the midsection, doubling him over. Cody immediately steps over his downed brother and yells, "Get up, freak! Stop being pathetic!" Cody instantly transitions, snapping Goldust over with a side headlock takeover, grinding his forearm ruthlessly into Goldust's painted face. Goldust counters into a headscissors, but Cody nips up instantly, staring down his brother and screaming, "Still playing dress-up?!" They lock up again, and this time Goldust grabs a wrist lock, twisting the arm with painful intent. Cody rolls through, reversing into a hammerlock, torqueing the shoulder joint. Goldust reaches back, grabbing Cody’s head for a snapmare, but Cody lands on his feet and immediately sweeps Goldust’s legs, transitioning into a quick jackknife cover that gets a one-count.

Cody maintains control on the mat, applying a deep grapevine to the leg and simultaneously wrenching back on a chin lock, squeezing the breath out of his brother. Cody screams into his ear, "The paint won't save you, clown! You're just a joke!" Goldust fights up to a vertical base, hitting two sharp elbows to the gut to finally break the hold. He hits the ropes and takes Cody down with a running shoulder block. Cody pops up instantly and charges, but Goldust catches him with a classic deep arm drag, maintaining the grip to lock in an arm bar on the mat, focusing on the shoulder Cody just worked. Goldust fights to his feet and shoves Cody backward into the ropes, whipping him across the ring. Goldust ducks the clothesline, drops to his knees for his signature Golden Uppercut, but stops the motion mid-strike, pulling the punch back and opting for a simple, open-handed shove. Cody, enraged by the mercy, capitalizes instantly with a stiff dropkick to the face. He mounts Goldust and rains down closed-fist punches before dropping a deliberate knee across his forehead, screaming, "Where's the gold, old man?! You're obsolete!"

Cody then transitions into a relentless bodyscissors, dragging Goldust to the center of the ring and squeezing the veteran's taped ribs while digging his knuckles into Goldust's temples. Goldust struggles desperately for over two minutes, utilizing every ounce of ring savvy to escape the hold, twisting his body and driving elbows into the kidneys of his younger brother. Goldust eventually rolls his body weight toward the ropes, forcing Cody's shoulders down for a pin attempt that gets a two-count, creating a momentary escape. Both men scramble up slowly. Cody hits a harsh vertical suplex, holding the bridge for an extra second before releasing. Cody attempts a Russian Leg Sweep, but Goldust blocks it and counters with a short-arm reversal. Goldust slowly climbs to the middle rope. He dives for a clothesline, but Cody sidesteps, catching Goldust’s arm on the way down and slamming the limb over his shoulder with a sharp armbreaker. Cody immediately focuses on the left arm, wringing it aggressively around the top rope and pulling until the referee's four-count, yelling, "Just retire! You're embarrassing Dad!" He hits a snapmare and delivers a running knee drop directly to the injured shoulder. He locks in a deep Fujiwara Armbar, putting immense, agonizing pressure on the shoulder. Cody screams "Give up now! This is what failure looks looks!" Goldust strains, inching toward the ropes, finally getting a boot on the bottom cable after nearly two minutes of suffering in the devastating submission, forcing a break.

Cody breaks the hold reluctantly, stomping the injured limb before dragging Goldust back to the center. Goldust blocks a suplex attempt, hitting two sharp knee lifts. Goldust attempts a bulldog, but Cody shoves him off into the turnbuckles. Cody charges, but Goldust moves, and Cody crashes shoulder-first into the ring post. Goldust rallies, hitting a pair of running clotheslines with his good arm, followed by a vintage inverted atomic drop. Goldust hits the ropes and connects with a running bulldog this time, building genuine momentum. He follows up with a ten-punch count in the corner and a running clothesline that turns Cody inside out. Goldust signals for the Curtain Call, hooking Cody’s head, but Cody spins out and delivers a devastating low chop block to Goldust’s vulnerable left knee. Goldust collapses in a heap. Cody smells blood, grabbing the leg and viciously smashing the knee into the canvas repeatedly, screaming, "Stay down, Goldie! Stay down!" He drags Goldust to the corner, wraps the leg around the steel ring post and pulls back sharply, stretching the ligaments. Back in the ring, Cody executes a devastating dragon screw leg whip, spinning Goldust around before stepping through and locking in the Figure-Four Leglock in the center of the ring. Cody screams, "Quit and thank me for putting you out of your misery!" Goldust screams, his shoulders nearly pinned twice as he fights the pressure. Goldust writhes in agony for nearly three full minutes in the Figure-Four, crawling desperately, until he finally turns onto his stomach to reverse the pressure, forcing Cody to scream and immediately release the hold.

Both men limp painfully to their feet. Goldust catches a limping Cody with a sudden scoop powerslam, snapping him to the mat for a desperate near fall. He whips Cody into the corner and sets him up for the Shattered Dreams kick. He spreads Cody’s legs, backs up, and takes a deep breath, the crowd roaring. He charges, leg cocked, but stops inches from impact, unable to kick his brother in the groin. He lowers his leg, shaking his head. Cody, seeing the mercy, instantly pokes Goldust in the eyes. Blinding his brother, Cody rebounds off the ropes and hits a Beautiful Disaster Kick that catches Goldust flush on the jaw. Goldust goes limp. Cody screams in triumph, but doesn't cover. Instead, he grabs Goldust by the hair and hoists the dazed veteran up. He yells, "You brought this on yourself, clown!" before hitting the first stiff Cross Rhodes of the sequence. He immediately drags the semi-conscious Goldust to his feet, yelling "Failure!" and hits the second Cross Rhodes. He repeats the devastating maneuver for a third time, screaming, "Retire!" and a fourth time, mocking Goldust's pained expression. He drags Goldust up for the fifth Cross Rhodes, sneers at the crowd and yells, "Say goodbye to your joke!" He drags Goldust up one last time, hooking his arms with finality, and hits the sixth and final Cross Rhodes. He hooks the leg tight for the three count.

Winner: Cody Rhodes

Post-Match:

The bell rings, and the realization hits the arena instantly: Goldust is fired. But the music doesn't play immediately. Cody remains kneeling over his brother, his chest heaving, staring down at the fallen legend with a look that shifts from cold resolve to something far more sinister. The referee attempts to raise Cody's hand, but Cody snatches his arm away violently. He doesn't leave. He straddles Dustin’s chest, pinning him to the mat, and begins to stare intensely at the gold paint on the right side of Dustin's face. The crowd's murmur turns to a hush as Cody whispers, "I told you... I would erase you."

Suddenly, Cody digs his fingers into Dustin's face. It’s not a wrestling move; it’s an act of violation. He begins to violently claw at the gold face paint, scraping his fingernails against Dustin’s skin. He screams, "TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!" as he rips at the makeup, his nails drawing lines of red blood that mix with the gold and black greasepaint. Dustin, groggy and defenseless, tries feebly to push his brother away, but Cody rains down a series of closed-fist punches to the forehead, stunning him back into submission. The crowd erupts in horror as the assault continues, realizing this isn't just a win; it's a public execution of the character.

The referee tries to intervene, pulling at Cody's shoulder. Cody spins around, eyes wide with mania, and shoves the official so hard he flies through the ropes to the floor. Now unchecked, Cody returns to the work of erasure. He grabs a towel from the ringside area, soaking it in water from a bottle, and forcefully scrubs Dustin’s face. He rubs the coarse fabric against the open wounds he just created, smearing the blood and gold into a grotesque, muddy mask. "LOOK AT HIM!" Cody shrieks at the camera, holding Dustin’s head up by the hair. "THIS IS YOUR HERO! JUST A BROKEN OLD MAN!"

But the "Nightmare" isn't finished. He drags Dustin to the corner and wraps his leg around the steel ring post. He exits the ring, grabs a steel chair, and slides back in. The crowd is screaming, pleading for someone to stop him. Cody places the chair around Dustin’s ankle. He climbs the turnbuckle, looking out at the sea of booing fans, and smiles—a genuine, terrifying smile. He leaps, stomping onto the chair with full force. The sickening crunch is audible even over the boos. Dustin screams in agony, clutching his shattered ankle, now a bloody, painted mess writhing on the canvas.

Additional officials and EMTs rush the ring, but Cody keeps them at bay by swinging the steel chair wildly. He stands in the center of the ring, surrounded by the carnage he created. He looks down at his brother, who is now barely conscious, his face a ruin of blood and smeared paint, his career ended in the most humiliating way possible. Cody throws his head back and begins to laugh—a loud, piercing, maniacal laugh that chills the spine. He drops the chair on top of Dustin’s broken body. "You're fired," he whispers, his voice amplified by the ring mic he snatched from the floor.

As "The Nightmare" finally exits the ring, the heat is nuclear. Garbage begins to rain down from the stands—cups, papers, trays. Cody walks through the debris, spreading his arms wide, soaking in the hatred as if it were adulation. He doesn't look back at the brother he just destroyed. He walks up the ramp, laughing all the way to the back, leaving the medical team to scrape what is left of Dustin Runnels off the mat. The segment ends with a lingering shot of Dustin being loaded onto a stretcher, weeping, his face a bloody blur, marking the definitive and violent end of Goldust.

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Intercontinental Championship - Best of 7 Series (Match #3)
Daniel Bryan (c) vs. Dolph Ziggler Current Series Score: Tied 1-1

The Entrances:


The arena is plunged into momentary darkness before the pulsating, arrogant beat of "Here to Show the World" hits the speakers. Dolph Ziggler emerges onto the stage, but the usual kinetic energy is replaced by a slow, deliberate swagger. He wears a custom jacket emblazoned with "Stealing the Show" in glittering rhinestones, but he doesn't turn to display it to the fans. Instead, he keeps his back to the audience for a prolonged moment, soaking in the mixed reaction of cheers and confused boos. When he finally turns, his expression is one of disdainful confidence. He walks down the ramp methodically, ignoring the outstretched hands of fans he would normally high-five. He stops halfway, running his hands through his slicked-back hair, and sneers at a fan holding a "YES!" sign. He slides into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle, and poses not for the crowd's approval, but for his own gratification, pointing to himself as the true star of the show. He hops down and leans casually against the ropes, chewing gum with an air of utter boredom, waiting for the champion.

The mood in the Allstate Arena shifts instantly as the opening riff of "Flight of the Valkyries" explodes through the sound system. The crowd erupts into a deafening, unified chant of "YES! YES! YES!" as Daniel Bryan bursts through the curtain. The Intercontinental Champion is a ball of infectious energy, sprinting sideways down the ramp while thrusting his arms into the air in time with the chants. He wears his signature maroon kick-pads and trunks, the white-strapped Intercontinental Championship around his waist shining under the lights. He circles the ring, engaging with the fans in every section, his smile genuine and electric. He slides into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle opposite Ziggler, and raises the title high above his head with both hands, closing his eyes to absorb the adulation. He hops down, handing the belt to the referee with reverence, his demeanor shifting from joyous celebration to intense focus as he stares down the unimpressed challenger across the ring.

The Match:

The bell rings, and the tension is palpable. For the first sixty seconds, neither man moves; they simply circle the ring, soaking in the dueling chants of "Let's Go Bryan / Ziggler Sucks" from the polarized Chicago faithful. When they finally engage, it is with a lightning-fast collar-and-elbow tie-up that sees Ziggler immediately power Bryan into the corner. The referee calls for a break, and Ziggler offers it cleanly, but not before tapping Bryan condescendingly on the chest. Bryan smiles, unfazed, and they lock up again. This time, Bryan uses a go-behind takedown, floating over into a front facelock. Ziggler counters with a wrist lock, twisting the joint, but Bryan rolls through, kipping up and reversing into a hammerlock. The opening five minutes are a masterclass in technical grappling, a chess match of leverage and counter-holds where neither man can gain a distinct advantage. Ziggler eventually backs Bryan into the ropes to force a break, but on the separation, he clips Bryan with a cheap, stiff elbow to the jaw that the referee misses. The crowd jeers, sensing the shift in Ziggler’s attitude.

Ziggler seizes control, ruthlessly targeting Bryan's surgically repaired neck. He executes a snapping swinging neckbreaker for a one-count and immediately transitions into a grounded sleeper hold, wrapping his legs around Bryan’s body to maximize the torque. Bryan fights to a vertical base, driving sharp elbows into Ziggler’s ribs to break the hold, but Ziggler cuts off the momentum with a knee to the gut and a hard whip into the corner. Ziggler charges for a Stinger Splash, but Bryan moves at the last second. Ziggler crashes chest-first into the turnbuckles. Bryan capitalizes instantly, hitting a running clothesline that turns Ziggler inside out. The "Yes!" chants swell as Bryan fires up, unleashing a series of blistering kicks to Ziggler's chest in the corner. He backs up for the running corner dropkick, connects flush, and goes for a second—but Ziggler catches him in mid-air, launching him across the ring with an incredible exploder suplex that dumps Bryan directly on his head.

As the match crosses the ten-minute mark, the tactical wrestling dissolves into a brawl that spills to the outside. Ziggler, desperate to regain the upper hand, grabs Bryan by the hair and attempts to whip him violently into the steel steps. However, Bryan reverses the momentum with a sudden jerk, sending Ziggler crashing shoulder-first into the unforgiving steel with a sickening clang. Ziggler crumbles to the floor, clutching his shoulder, while Bryan, sensing blood, rolls him back into the ring to prevent a count-out victory he doesn't want. Bryan ascends the turnbuckles, signaling to the rafters. The crowd rises as he launches himself for the Diving Headbutt, soaring across the ring. But Ziggler, showcasing his veteran instincts, rolls out of the way at the last millisecond. Bryan crashes face-first into the canvas, the impact whiplashing his neck.

Both men are down, the referee beginning his count. At the count of four, they stir, dragging themselves to their knees in the center of the ring. A slugfest ensues—Bryan connecting with stiff European uppercuts that snap Ziggler's head back, Ziggler responding with sharp, closed-fist punches. The crowd chants "Yay!" and "Boo!" with every blow. They fight to their feet, swaying with exhaustion. Ziggler explodes with a sudden, high-angle dropkick that catches Bryan flush, but the champion bounces off the ropes and decapitates Ziggler with a roaring elbow smash. Bryan looks to capitalize, springing off the ropes for a hurricanrana, but Ziggler catches him in mid-rotation! In a display of incredible core strength, Ziggler holds Bryan upside down before driving him into the mat with a sit-out powerbomb into a jackknife cover—1... 2... Bryan barely kicks out! Ziggler wastes no time, rebounding off the ropes and leaping high for the Fameasser, driving Bryan’s face into the mat. He hooks the leg deep, screaming at the ref to count—1... 2... Bryan gets a shoulder up just in time, leaving Ziggler pounding the mat in frustration.

At the fifteen-minute mark, the pace reaches a fever pitch. Ziggler tunes up the band for a Superkick, but Bryan ducks and locks in a single-leg Boston Crab. Ziggler screams in agony, crawling desperately to the ropes. He breaks the hold but clutches his knee, selling the damage. Bryan senses the injury and begins targeting the leg with vicious dragon screw leg whips. He places Ziggler on the top rope, looking for a Frankensteiner, but Ziggler blocks it, headbutting Bryan off to the mat. Ziggler stands on the top rope, but Bryan recovers instantly, running up the turnbuckles and hitting a belly-to-back Superplex from the very top. Both men crash to the mat, the impact echoing through the arena. The crowd is on its feet, chanting "This is Awesome!" The referee counts to eight before they stir.

They exchange stiff kicks in the center of the ring—Bryan’s "Yes" kicks to the chest versus Ziggler’s superkicks to the leg. Bryan catches a kick, spins Ziggler around, and hits a bridging Tiger Suplex for a frantic 2.9 count. Bryan transitions immediately into the Cattle Mutilation submission, wrenching back on the arms. Ziggler looks like he might tap, his face contorted in pain, but he manages to roll his body weight backward, pinning Bryan’s shoulders to the mat for a two-count, forcing the break.

At the twenty-minute mark, the match enters its final, desperate phase. Bryan, feeding off the surging energy of the Chicago crowd, coils in the corner, leading the fans in a deafening "YES!" chant. He sprints across the ring for the Running Knee, but just as he launches himself, Ziggler collapses face-first to the mat. It looks like total physical failure; his body simply gives out mid-step. Bryan stops his momentum mid-air, landing awkwardly but safely, completely confused. He approaches Ziggler cautiously, perhaps concerned for his opponent's well-being. He reaches down to grab Ziggler's shoulder, and the trap springs. Ziggler snaps to life instantly, snagging Bryan in a tight inside cradle small package—1... 2... Bryan barely kicks out at 2.9! The crowd boos heavily as Ziggler rolls away, pointing to his temple and screaming, "I'm smarter than you! You're nothing!" at a bewildered Bryan.

Enraged by the dirty tactic and the disrespect, Bryan snaps. He unleashes a fury of stiff kicks to Ziggler's chest, backing him into the corner. Whack! Whack! Whack! The crowd counts along with every strike. Bryan whips Ziggler across the ring and follows with a running corner dropkick. Ziggler stumbles out but stays on his feet. Bryan hits the ropes and connects with a second running dropkick that sends Ziggler crashing into the turnbuckles. Bryan goes for a third, but Ziggler sidesteps, and Bryan crashes legs-first into the padding. Ziggler immediately capitalizes, hitting a snap DDT for a close two-count. Ziggler tries to slow the pace with a sleeper hold, but Bryan counters with a jawbreaker. Both men are groggy, trading haymakers in the center of the ring, neither willing to give an inch as they approach the climax.

Bryan drags Ziggler to the center of the ring. He signals for the end. He attempts to lock in the Yes! Lock, but Ziggler flails wildly. Bryan secures the hold, wrenching back on the neck. Ziggler screams in agony, inching toward the ropes, but Bryan rolls him back to the center. Panic sets in for the "Showoff." With his body blocking the referee's view, Ziggler reaches back and violently rakes his fingers across Daniel Bryan's eyes, digging in deep. Bryan releases the hold instantly, screaming and clutching his face, blinded.

The referee checks on Bryan, assuming it was an inadvertent poke during the struggle. Ziggler scrambles to his feet in the corner, watching the blinded champion stumble around the ring. A cold smirk crosses Ziggler's face. He waits, stalking his prey. As Bryan turns around, blinking tears from his eyes, defenseless, Ziggler pounces with the Zig Zag, slamming Bryan's head into the mat. Ziggler doesn't pin him immediately. He stands over the fallen champion, looks at the jeering crowd, and shakes his head. "Not enough," he mouths. He backs into the corner and tunes up the band, mocking Shawn Michaels. As Bryan staggers to his feet, barely conscious, Ziggler connects with a thunderous Superkick that nearly knocks Bryan out of his boots. Ziggler hooks the leg arrogantly, staring directly at the hard camera. 1... 2... 3.

Winner: Dolph Ziggler (Leads Series 2-1)

Post-Match: The bell rings, but Ziggler doesn't celebrate with the fans. He snatches the Intercontinental Championship from the timekeeper. He walks over to the unconscious Daniel Bryan and stands over him. He drops the title belt onto Bryan’s chest, tapping it disrespectfully with his boot. "You're looking at the real showstopper," Ziggler sneers. He walks out of the ring, slicking back his hair, leaving Bryan humiliated and beaten, signaling the death of the "friendly rivalry" and the birth of a bitter feud.

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Video Package: The Spirit of America vs. The Russian Chain

The video opens with a stark, black-and-white montage of John Cena’s greatest victories, set to a slow, patriotic trumpet melody. The narrator speaks of the "American Spirit"—resilient, unbreakable, and triumphant. But the music warps into a deep, industrial bass as the image is slashed by a red filter. Rusev appears, a monolith of Soviet-era strength, shown destroying opponent after opponent. We see his year-long undefeated streak, a highlight reel of the Accolade breaking the backs of America's heroes. The screen fades to the Grandest Stage of Them All, WrestleMania 31. We witness Cena conquering the monster, handing Rusev his first pinfall loss. But instead of humility, the camera captures Rusev’s face twisting into a mask of pure hatred, shoving Lana away, refusing to accept the reality of defeat.

The tempo accelerates to a grinding metal track. The narrator declares, "When a monster is wounded, it does not retreat... it becomes a beast." Flash to the post-WrestleMania Raw: Rusev attacking Cena with the steel steps, the sheer brutality of the assault leaving the champion gasping for air. We see Rusev retrieving the heavy, rusted Russian Chain, swinging it like a weapon of war. The sound of metal striking flesh is amplified as we see clips of Rusev whipping Cena, whipping Ryback, and using the chain to lock in a horrifyingly tight Accolade. The chain becomes a character itself—cold, unforgiving, and symbolic of the iron grip Rusev intends to re-impose on the division.

The final sequence is a rapid-fire collision of images. Cena, ribs taped, refusing to stay down. Rusev screaming in Russian, eyes wide with mania. The text "LAST MAN STANDING" slams onto the screen with the weight of an anvil. Soundbites from both men overlap: Rusev promising to "crush the American dream," and Cena vowing that "as long as I have a heartbeat, I will stand." The video ends with a split screen: Cena saluting through the pain on the left, Rusev wrapping the chain around his fist on the right. The screen cuts to black with the sound of a referee’s hand slapping the mat for the ten count, leaving the question hanging: Who will answer the call?

The Entrances:

The arena lights turn a deep, blood red as the sound of military snares and a slow, foreboding brass march fills the air. A massive Russian Federation flag unfurls from the rafters, covering the TitanTron. Rusev emerges onto the stage, but he is not the triumphant super-athlete of old; he is a warlord preparing for a siege. He wears no robe, just his fight shorts and boots. In his right hand, he drags a heavy, rusted steel chain that scrapes loudly against the metal ramp, creating a discordant, metallic screech that cuts through the boos. He walks with a slow, terrifying purpose, eyes locked straight ahead. A few paces behind him walks Lana, but her usual icy confidence is gone; she looks pale, wringing her hands, glancing nervously at the back of the monster she created. Rusev climbs the steel steps, not bothering to wipe his feet. He enters the ring and immediately begins to wrap the cold, rusted chain around his massive fist, testing the weight, transforming his hand into a bludgeon. He stands in the center of the ring, staring menacingly at the entrance way, breathing heavily like a bull ready to charge.

The opening trumpet blast of "The Time is Now" hits, and the Allstate Arena erupts in a deafening, polarized roar of cheers and jeers. Usually, John Cena bursts through the curtain with a salute and a smile, playing to the camera. Tonight, he sprints out like a soldier under fire. He wears his United States Championship around his waist, not held up as a prop. His face is set in a grimace of pure determination. He ignores the children reaching out for high-fives; he ignores the "John Cena Sucks" chants sung in time with his music. He sprints down the ramp, sliding into the ring with a velocity that suggests he isn't here to wrestle a match, but to win a fight. He doesn't pose on the turnbuckle. He doesn't take his shirt off to throw to the crowd. He stands up, locks eyes with Rusev, and without waiting for the referee or the bell, he tackles the Bulgarian Brute to the mat, starting the war instantly.

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United States Championship - Last Man Standing Match John Cena (c) vs. Rusev (w/ Lana)

The Match:

The match explodes into violence instantly, bypassing any semblance of technical wrestling. John Cena doesn't wait for the bell; he tackles Rusev with a football-style spear, mounting him and raining down right hands fueled by weeks of frustration. Rusev, caught off guard, shoves Cena off with a burst of power, rolling to the outside to regroup. Cena follows relentlessly, slamming Rusev’s head into the ring apron and whipping him into the barricade with enough force to rattle the plexiglass. The first three minutes are a pure, unadulterated brawl, setting the tone that this is not a wrestling match, but a fight for survival. Rusev, however, quickly turns the tide by catching a charging Cena with a stiff superkick to the midsection, doubling the champion over and gasping for air.

Rusev takes total control, methodically dismantling the American hero with slow, crushing offense. He rolls Cena back into the ring and begins to utilize his massive size advantage, hitting a series of heavy splashes in the corner. He stomps on Cena’s lower back, targeting the core to weaken him for the Accolade. Rusev plays to the crowd, raising his arms to a chorus of boos, shouting commands in Bulgarian. He lifts Cena for a vertical suplex, holding him in the air for a count of ten before crashing him down. The referee begins the first count of the night—1... 2... 3... Cena stirs and rolls to his feet, but Rusev is right there to level him with a running body block that flattens him again.

At the six-minute mark, the tone darkens as Rusev retrieves the Russian Chain he brought to the ring. He wraps the heavy, rusted links around his fist, the sound of metal clinking ominously. He stalks Cena, who is struggling to his knees. Rusev strikes, whipping the chain across Cena’s back. The sound is sickening, a sharp crack that echoes through the arena. Cena arches his back in agony, a red welt appearing instantly through his shirt. Rusev doesn't stop. He whips Cena again, and again, treating the champion like livestock. He wraps the chain around Cena’s neck for a brief choke, only releasing to let the referee count. Cena is down until the count of six, clutching his throat, his face red and eyes watering from the assault.

Cena manages a desperate rally around the nine-minute mark. As Rusev goes for another chain shot, Cena ducks and hits a shoulder tackle, then another. He goes for the proto-bomb, but his back gives out. Rusev attempts a clothesline, but Cena ducks and clotheslines Rusev over the top rope to the floor. Cena rolls out, limping, and looks under the ring. He grabs the top half of the steel steps, hoisting them with a primal scream. He heaves the steps at Rusev, clipping his shoulder and sending the challenger crashing into the ring post. Cena slides the steps into the ring, setting the stage for escalation. The referee counts Rusev, who staggers up at the count of seven, shaking his arm to regain feeling.

Back inside the ring, the violence reaches a new level. Rusev attempts to powerbomb Cena onto the steel steps, but Cena counters with a back body drop, sending Rusev crashing to the mat. Cena waits for Rusev to rise, hoists him onto his shoulders, and delivers an Attitude Adjustment directly onto the steel steps. The metallic clang is deafening. Rusev bounces off the steel, his body going limp. The crowd counts along with the referee. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... Rusev, showing incredible fortitude, rolls out of the ring to his feet at the count of eight, stumbling but alive.

Before Cena can capitalize on the momentum, Rusev counters with a low blow that the referee can't penalize in a Last Man Standing match. Cena collapses, gasping. Rusev grabs the loose chain again, but this time he wraps it around the top rope and Cena's throat, using the leverage to hang the champion. He chokes Cena until his eyes roll back, dropping him to the canvas in a heap. The referee counts—Cena is unresponsive until five, twitching at six, and barely dragging himself up using the ropes at nine. Rusev charges for a splash, but Cena collapses, and Rusev hits the turnbuckle. Cena grabs the chain now, wrapping it around his fist. He catches Rusev with a right hand enhanced by the steel links, busting Rusev open above the eye. Blood begins to trickle down the Bulgarian's face, adding a visceral layer to the contest.

The fight spills into the crowd at the fifteen-minute mark. They brawl through the timekeeper's area, scattering chairs and ring bells. Cena grabs a monitor and smashes it over Rusev’s back. Rusev responds by throwing a chair directly into Cena’s face. They fight toward the technical area, near the production crates. Rusev grabs a road case and rams it into Cena’s ribs, winding him. He tosses Cena into a stack of equipment cases, the noise of crashing metal filling the air. The referee counts again, but Cena uses the cases to pull himself up at the count of eight, refusing to stay down. The brawl continues to weave through the fans, who are scattering to avoid the two behemoths. Cena suplexes Rusev onto the concrete floor of the arena aisle, a move that leaves both men down for a count of seven.

Rusev drags the action back to ringside, specifically targeting the announce table. He clears the monitors and papers with a sweep of his arm, shouting at the commentators to move. He drags a semi-conscious Cena onto the table. Rusev climbs up with him, standing over the champion. He stomps on Cena’s spine and then locks in the Accolade on top of the announce table. He wrenches back with everything he has, trying to snap Cena in half. Cena screams, his face turning purple, before passing out from the pain. Rusev releases the hold, raises his arms in victory, and hops down. The referee counts the unconscious Cena. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... Cena stirs. In a moment of pure instinct, he rolls off the table, his feet hitting the floor at the count of nine to break the count. Rusev tears at his hair in frustration.

The final phase of the match sees the brawl move up the entrance ramp toward the stage. Rusev pursues Cena, kicking him repeatedly in the ribs. They fight near the pyrotechnics area, surrounded by crates and lighting rigs. Rusev grabs a heavy pyrotechnics crate and slams it into Cena’s gut, doubling him over. Rusev signals for the end, preparing for a superkick that will knock Cena off the stage to the concrete below. He charges, leg extended, but Cena catches the foot.

Cena spins Rusev around, ducking a desperate clothesline. With a surge of adrenaline, Cena lifts the 300-pound Rusev onto his shoulders. He looks out at the sea of fans, screams "The Champ is HERE!", and delivers a massive Attitude Adjustment off the stage. Rusev flies through the air, crashing down ten feet into a production area below, smashing through tables, crates, and electrical equipment. Sparks fly and smoke rises from the wreckage as Rusev disappears into the debris.

The referee rushes to the edge of the stage, peering down into the hole. He begins the count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... The crowd counts along, the volume rising with each number. 6... 7... 8... There is no movement from the wreckage. 9... 10! The bell rings at 25:23.

Winner: John Cena (Retains)

Visual: John Cena, battered, bruised, and bleeding from the lip, struggles to his feet on the edge of the stage. He looks down at the wreckage where Rusev lies motionless. He slowly raises a salute, the United States Championship clutched in his other hand, standing tall as the "Last Man Standing" while medical personnel rush to extract the Bulgarian Brute.

Commercial Break


The Entrances:

The arena fills with the pulsing beat of "You Can Look (But You Can't Touch)." Nikki Bella emerges, spinning on the stage with the Divas Championship around her waist, flanked by her sister Brie. They walk to the ring with a dismissive arrogance, flipping their hair and laughing at the fans. Nikki enters the ring and performs her signature backflip, staring down the camera with a look that says she owns the place.

The lights shift to a majestic blue and gold. The iconic "Woo!" echoes, followed by a remix of Ric Flair’s theme. Charlotte steps out, wearing a robe reminiscent of her father's. She doesn't dance; she poses with regal confidence, extending her arms to show her wingspan. She walks to the ring with long, athletic strides, eyes fixed on the champion. She enters, does a cartwheel into a split, and kips up, showcasing the athleticism Nikki mocks.

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Divas Championship: Nikki Bella (c) (w/ Brie Bella) vs. Charlotte

The Match:

The referee calls for the bell, and the two competitors circle each other. Nikki Bella taunts Charlotte by doing jumping jacks, mocking her athleticism. Charlotte responds by lunging forward, but Nikki retreats to the ropes, forcing a break. They finally lock up in the center of the ring, and Charlotte immediately asserts her "genetically superior" strength, driving Nikki backward into the corner with a powerful collar-and-elbow tie-up. The referee counts to four, and Charlotte breaks cleanly, but delivers a resounding "Woo!" chop across Nikki's chest before backing away. Enraged, Nikki charges, but Charlotte catches her in a waist lock, takes her over with a amateur wrestling takedown, and floats over into a front facelock, controlling the pace on the mat. Nikki scrambles to the ropes to force another break.

Frustrated, Nikki slaps Charlotte across the face. Charlotte's expression turns to ice. She tackles Nikki, raining down mounted punches. Nikki shoves her off, but Charlotte hits the ropes and levels the champion with a big boot. Charlotte picks Nikki up and tosses her across the ring with a biel throw, showcasing incredible power. She follows up by locking in her signature Figure-Four headscissors, flipping Nikki around the ring repeatedly, slamming her face into the canvas with each rotation before kipping up to a massive pop.

Charlotte continues the assault, refusing to let the champion breathe. She pulls a disoriented Nikki back into the ring center and hits a series of Flair-style knee drops to the forehead, showcasing her superior conditioning. Nikki tries to scurry to the corner, but Charlotte stomps on her hand, trapping her. Charlotte pulls Nikki up and delivers a barrage of knife-edge chops that echo through the Allstate Arena, forcing Nikki to cover up in pain. The crowd begins to "Woo!" with every strike. Charlotte whips Nikki into the ropes and catches her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, holding her over the knee for an extra second of torque before dropping her. Nikki rolls to the apron, gasping for air and clutching her back, while Brie Bella rushes over to fan her sister and shout desperate advice.

Charlotte pursues, reaching over the ropes to grab Nikki by her hair. This gives Nikki the opening she needs. She hangs Charlotte up on the top rope, snapping her throat against the cable. As Charlotte stumbles back, clutching her throat, Nikki slides in and clips the back of Charlotte's left knee with a chop block. The challenger crumbles. Nikki smells blood and immediately goes to work on the leg, stomping on the knee joint and wrapping the leg around the bottom rope, pulling until the referee’s five-count. Nikki drags Charlotte to the center and drops her weight onto the injured leg with a knee drop, then locks in a single-leg Boston Crab. Charlotte screams in pain, crawling towards the ropes, but Nikki drags her back to the center.

Now in full control, Nikki shows a vicious streak that silences her critics. She drags Charlotte to the steel ring post and slams the injured knee against the unforgiving metal, causing Charlotte to scream in agony. Back inside, Nikki hits a devastating shin breaker, followed immediately by a knee-breaker. She taunts the crowd, doing jumping jacks over the fallen challenger before applying a modified Indian Deathlock, bridging back to add pressure to the ligaments. Charlotte tries to fight out with chops from her back, but Nikki absorbs them and simply stomps on the injured knee again, effectively cutting off the hope spot and grounding the high-flyer.

After two minutes of isolation, Charlotte manages to roll onto her back and kick Nikki away with her good leg. Both women get to their feet. Nikki charges, but Charlotte catches her with a sudden belly-to-back suplex. Both women are down. They trade forearms from their knees, fighting up. Charlotte takes control with a pair of knife-edge chops, followed by a neckbreaker and a spear that nearly cuts Nikki in half. Charlotte covers—1... 2... Nikki kicks out. Charlotte climbs the turnbuckle for a moonsault, but Brie jumps on the apron. Charlotte gets down and knocks Brie off with a forearm. She turns around into a spinebuster from Nikki! 1... 2... Charlotte gets a shoulder up.

Nikki signals for the Rack Attack. She hoists Charlotte onto her shoulders, but Charlotte’s height works in her favor; she elbows her way out, sliding down Nikki's back. Charlotte hits a chop block of her own, taking Nikki down. She signals for the Figure-Eight.

The Finish: Charlotte drags Nikki to the center and weaves her legs for the Figure-Eight Leglock. She bridges up, applying immense torque. Nikki screams, flailing, nowhere near the ropes. It looks like a submission is imminent. Suddenly, Brie Bella jumps onto the apron again, waving a towel to distract the referee. Charlotte, fueled by adrenaline, releases the hold to charge at Brie, knocking her to the floor with a massive big boot that sends Brie crashing into the barricade. However, the distraction works perfectly. As Charlotte turns back to the center of the ring, Nikki catches her with a stiff forearm smash to the back of the head. Nikki hoists a dazed Charlotte up for the Rack Attack, but Charlotte slips down the back again, countering into a schoolboy rollup!

1... 2...

From the outside, a recovering Brie Bella reaches in, grabs Nikki’s hands, and violently reverses the leverage, pulling Nikki down on top of Charlotte while holding Nikki's hands to prevent a kickout. The referee, positioned on the other side, sees only the pin. 1... 2... 3.

Winner: Nikki Bella (Retains)

Aftermath: The bell rings, and the Bellas waste no time celebrating their heist. Brie slides into the ring, hugging Nikki as they clutch the Divas Championship like a stolen treasure, laughing mockingly at the fallen challenger. They flaunt the title in Charlotte's face, taunting her lack of "killer instinct." However, the celebration is premature. As Nikki turns to leave, Charlotte kips up to her feet in a sudden, explosive display of agility that silences the champions. Her eyes are blazing with fury. Before Brie can react, Charlotte levels her with a stiff big boot that sends her tumbling through the ropes to the floor.

Nikki spins around, eyes wide with shock, but she has no time to defend herself. Charlotte lets out a primal "Woo!" and charges, nearly decapitating the champion with a second, even harder Spear. The impact is thunderous, leaving Nikki gasping for air on the canvas. Charlotte stands over the fallen champion, hair wild and chest heaving, the "genetically superior" athlete unleashed. She doesn't touch the title belt; she simply stares down at Nikki with contempt. She may not have won the championship tonight, but as she exits the ring to a roar of approval from the crowd, she leaves no doubt that she is the superior force, and the war is far from over.

Commercial Break

Video Package MAIN EVENT:

The video opens with a slow-motion, black-and-white replay of the "Heist of the Century" at WrestleMania 31. The sound of Seth Rollins' theme music is distorted and slowed down as we see him sprinting down the ramp, cashing in Money in the Bank, and pinning Roman Reigns. The screen flashes red with the words "THE ARCHITECT" as Rollins holds the title high. A voiceover from Triple H echoes: "The future is not something you wait for. It is something you take." The footage speeds up, showing the immediate fallout—Randy Orton's RKO on Rollins earlier that night and Roman Reigns' furious glare as he watches his dream stolen.

The tone shifts to a darker, industrial hum. We cut to the shocking footage from Raw, where the unthinkable happened. Vince McMahon stands in the ring, demanding order, only to be met by the cold, unified front of The Authority. The camera zooms in on Big Show's fist connecting with the Chairman's jaw, sending him crumbling to the mat. Stephanie McMahon's voice cuts through the silence, whispering "Checkmate" as Seth Rollins delivers a sickening Curb Stomp to the owner of the company. The narrative establishes that there are no lines The Authority won't cross to protect their investment.

The music builds into a driving, aggressive rhythm as the focus turns to the challengers. We see Roman Reigns, the Juggernaut, spearing security guards and tossing bodies like ragdolls, his voiceover declaring, "I don't just want the title. I want his head." We cut to the Viper, Randy Orton, striking from the shadows, hitting RKOs on Kane and J&J Security. The stipulation is revealed in bold text: STRETCHER MATCH. We see the terrifying footage from London, where The Authority strapped Reigns to a stretcher and shoved him off the stage, a brutal preview of the violence to come.

The final crescendo is a rapid-fire montage of chaos. Rollins running in fear, cornered by the two men he betrayed. Orton and Reigns standing tall in the ring, an uneasy alliance born of mutual hatred for the champion. The sound of a flatline underscores the final images—a stretcher wheel spinning, a body being loaded, and Seth Rollins' manic laughter fading into a scream. The voiceover delivers the final hook: "Tonight, there is no escape. Tonight, the only way out... is on a stretcher." The screen cuts to black, leaving only the Extreme Rules logo dripping in gold.

The Entrances:

The arena lights cut completely, plunging the sold-out Allstate Arena into darkness. A lone spotlight hits the top of the stadium stairs as the intense, polarizing guitar riff of Roman Reigns echoes through the venue. The Juggernaut descends through the crowd, his face a mask of absolute focus and simmering rage. The reaction is a volatile, deafening wall of noise—a mix of cheers from the faithful and boos from the detractors—but Reigns ignores it all. He doesn't high-five the fans; he stalks down the stairs with a heavy, purposeful gait, his eyes locked on the empty ring where the championship awaits. Reaching the floor, he pauses to stare at the yellow Stryker stretcher positioned at ringside, kicking the wheels to test its stability. He vaults the barricade with athletic ease, slides under the bottom rope, and stands in the center of the ring, punching the mat to summon the pyro, signalling he is ready for war.

The mood shifts instantly as the slow, psychological burn of Randy Orton’s theme, "Voices," fills the arena. The Viper walks out onto the stage, bathed in golden light, but there is no signature pose on the turnbuckles tonight. He walks with a cold, methodical pace, his eyes devoid of emotion, like a shark smelling blood in the water. He ignores the thousands of fans reaching out to him, his focus entirely on the man already in the ring. Orton slowly descends the ramp, checking his wrist tape, looking relaxed yet lethal. He walks past the stretcher without looking at it, a sign of his confidence. He slides into the ring and immediately moves to a neutral corner, staring a hole through Roman Reigns, acknowledging the temporary alliance they forged on Raw while silently communicating that it will eventually break.

Finally, the frantic drum beat of "The Second Coming" screams through the speakers, and the boos are nuclear. Seth Rollins emerges, the WWE World Heavyweight Championship secured tightly around his waist. He stops at the top of the ramp, his usual arrogance replaced by a frantic, paranoid energy. He spins around, checking behind the curtain for J&J Security or Kane, but realizes with dawning horror that he is truly alone. He begins his walk down the ramp, clutching the title belt like a shield against the world. He walks tentatively, eyes darting between the two predators waiting for him in the ring. He stops halfway down to argue with a fan in the front row, stalling for time. Finally, he climbs the steel steps, wipes his feet on the apron, and enters the lion's den, raising his title high in a defiant but shaky pose as the referee calls for the bell.


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WWE World Heavyweight Championship - Stretcher Match Triple Threat Seth Rollins (c) vs. Randy Orton vs. Roman Reigns

The Match:


The bell rings, piercing the tension in the Allstate Arena, and Seth Rollins immediately looks for an escape route. He darts toward the ropes on the hard camera side, but Roman Reigns is there, blocking the path with a stone-faced glare. Rollins pivots, sprinting to the opposite side, only to find Randy Orton leaning over the ropes, blocking his exit. Trapped in the center of the ring, Rollins raises his hands in a mock surrender, pleading with his challengers to "be rational" and "think about business." The pleas fall on deaf ears. The alliance is sealed with a nod between the challengers. Orton initiates the violence with a stiff European uppercut that snaps Rollins' head back, sending him staggering backwards directly into a massive clothesline from Reigns that turns the champion completely inside out.

The beatdown begins in earnest. Reigns and Orton treat the champion like a ragdoll, passing him back and forth with a series of punishing strikes. Reigns whips Rollins hard into the corner, and as Rollins bounces off the turnbuckles, Orton meets him with a dropkick that sends him crashing to the canvas. Reigns drags Rollins up by his hair, holding him in place for Orton, who delivers his signature Garvin Stomps to every limb of the champion. The Chicago crowd roars its approval as Rollins writhes in pain, completely unable to mount any offense against the united front of his former enemies.

The punishment continues with a display of synchronized power. Reigns and Orton hoist Rollins up for a double vertical suplex, holding him in the air for a count of ten as the blood rushes to his head, before crashing him down to the mat with a bone-rattling thud. Rollins tries to crawl to the ropes, gasping for air, but Reigns grabs his leg and drags him back to the center. Reigns locks in a grounded headlock while Orton drops a knee across Rollins' forehead. It's a systematic dismantling designed to soften the champion up for the stretcher ride.

Sensing Rollins is groggy enough, the fight spills to the outside. Reigns throws Rollins violently over the top rope, the champion crashing hard onto the thin floor mats. Orton follows him out, grabbing Rollins by the scruff of his neck and whipping him into the steel barricade with such force that the protective padding rattles. As Rollins stumbles away, holding his ribs, Reigns charges around the ring and hits a running drive-by kick that sandwiches Rollins' head against the steel ring post. The impact is sickening, leaving Rollins slumped against the apron, eyes glazed over.

The challengers retrieve the yellow Stryker stretcher from the ramp area, wheeling it to ringside. They grab the dead weight of Seth Rollins and unceremoniously dump him onto the board. Reigns holds Rollins' chest down while Orton fumbles with the buckles. Just as they are about to secure the first strap across his torso, Rollins' survival instinct kicks in. He rakes Reigns' eyes with his fingernails, blinding the powerhouse, and kicks Orton in the shin. Rollins scrambles off the stretcher, rolling under the ring apron to hide, his chest heaving with panic.

Reigns shakes off the eye rake and Orton limps slightly as they hunt the champion. Rollins emerges on the other side of the ring and tries to slide back inside, but Orton cuts him off with a knee lift to the jaw as he comes through the ropes. Rollins stumbles backward, right into a waiting Roman Reigns. The challengers set up for a double team maneuver, but Rollins hits a desperate enzuigiri on Reigns and a superkick on Orton, buying himself a split second of space. He tries to flee up the ramp, but Reigns catches his ankle and drags him back.

The alliance reasserts itself with brutal efficiency. Orton whips Rollins into the ropes, and on the rebound, Reigns connects with a massive Samoan Drop. Orton follows up immediately with a hanging DDT from the middle rope, spiking the champion. They drag Rollins to the outside again, near the timekeeper's area. Orton clears the table while Reigns stalks the champion. In a massive spot, Reigns charges and hits a Spear that sends Rollins crashing through the timekeeper's table and the barricade behind it, burying the champion in a pile of debris and twisted metal.

Reigns and Orton dig Rollins out of the rubble, his body limp. They drag him back to the stretcher, which is waiting near the foot of the ramp. They load him onto it again, this time successfully buckling the chest strap. They begin to push the stretcher up the ramp, the wheels squeaking as they gain momentum. But Rollins, fighting through the pain, manages to unbuckle the strap. He sits up and delivers a low blow to Reigns, who was pushing from the back. Orton turns around, and Rollins sprays a bottle of water he grabbed from ringside into the Viper's eyes. Blinded and hurt, the challengers falter, and Rollins rolls off the stretcher, crawling back towards the ring to safety.

Around the twelve-minute mark, the dynamic shifts. Back inside the ring, Rollins finds a desperate opening. As Orton lines him up for an RKO, Rollins shoves him off. Orton rebounds off the ropes, and at that exact moment, Reigns charges for a Superman Punch intended for Rollins. Rollins ducks at the last second, and Reigns connects flush with a devastating punch to Orton’s jaw. The sound of the impact echoes through the arena. The crowd gasps in shock. Reigns looks at his fist, then at the fallen Viper, then at Rollins, who is cackling in the corner, realizing his plan has finally worked.

The alliance is shattered. Orton, dazed and enraged by the accidental blow, tackles Reigns as he tries to apologize. They brawl violently in the center of the ring, trading vicious right hands and chops. It is now a true Triple Threat. Rollins watches from the corner, catching his breath as his two challengers tear each other apart. Reigns hits a clothesline on Orton; Orton responds with a powerslam on Reigns. They are so focused on each other that they forget the champion.

Rollins capitalizes on the chaos, sliding out of the ring and retrieving a steel chair. He slides back in, waiting for the opportune moment. As Reigns lifts Orton for a powerbomb, Rollins strikes. He cracks the steel chair across Reigns' back, dropping the powerhouse. Orton turns, and Rollins drives the edge of the chair deep into Orton's midsection, doubling him over. The Architect stands tall, the chair in hand, finally in control of his own destiny.

Rollins showcases his "Architect" moniker, systematically dismantling the legs of both challengers. He knows he can't beat them with power, so he must take away their base to put them on the stretcher. He delivers savage chair shots to Reigns' knees, shouting "Stay down!" with every swing. He then turns his attention to Orton, wedging the chair between the top and middle turnbuckles. He grabs Orton and lawn-darts him face-first into the steel chair, busting the Viper open.

With both challengers writhing on the mat, Rollins focuses on Roman Reigns. He sets up the chair in the center of the ring and executes a Curb Stomp on Reigns directly onto the steel seat. Reigns goes limp. Rollins drags the stretcher to the ring apron. He rolls Reigns out of the ring and onto the stretcher. He begins to strap Reigns in, his hands shaking with adrenaline. He gets two straps done, but before he can secure the legs, Orton slides out of the ring and grabs the other end of the stretcher, preventing Rollins from pushing it.

A tug-of-war ensues over the stretcher with the unconscious Reigns strapped to it. Rollins pushes; Orton pulls. Rollins gives up the struggle and leaps off the apron, hitting a flying knee to Orton's head. Orton stumbles back but stays on his feet. Rollins grabs the stretcher and rams it into Orton's midsection, using Reigns' body as a battering ram. He unbuckles Reigns and dumps him onto the floor, deciding he's dead weight, and tries to load Orton instead.

Orton fights back, poking Rollins in the eye. They brawl up the entrance ramp, leaving the unconscious Reigns behind. The fight moves toward the stage, the finish line in sight. Rollins attempts a suplex on the steel ramp, but Orton blocks it. Orton attempts a back body drop, but Rollins lands on his feet. Rollins hits a superkick that drops Orton to a knee. Rollins grabs a piece of lighting truss and chokes Orton with it, screaming at him to quit.

Reigns, recovering at ringside, sees the action on the ramp and sprints up the steel incline. He charges like a freight train, hitting a Superman Punch on Rollins that sends the champion tumbling backwards toward the stage. Reigns then turns his attention to Orton, who is getting to his feet. Reigns hits a massive Spear on Orton, driving him into the LED board on the stage. Orton collapses, completely out cold.

Reigns, exhausted and favoring his knee, staggers towards the stretcher which Rollins had dragged up the ramp earlier. He grabs the handle, looking to load Orton. But Rollins, recovering from the punch, spots an opening. He sprints across the stage and hits a low superkick to Reigns' kneecap, dropping the big man. Rollins follows up with a Falcon Arrow on the steel stage, the impact jarring Reigns' spine.

Rollins stands alone on the stage, surrounded by two fallen monsters. He looks at the stretcher, then at Reigns. He drags Reigns' massive frame onto the stretcher. He straps the chest. He straps the legs. He begins to push the stretcher towards the yellow line. He is inches away from victory. But Reigns' arm shoots out, grabbing the side of the stage structure, anchoring the stretcher in place. Rollins pushes with all his might, his boots slipping on the steel, but Reigns holds on. Rollins screams in frustration and stomps on Reigns' hand to break the grip.

Rollins prepares for the final push, but he hears movement behind him. He turns around... straight into an RKO out of nowhere from a recovered, bloody Randy Orton on the steel grating! The crowd erupts. Rollins is out cold. Orton collapses, clutching his back, the toll of the match evident.

Orton, moving on pure instinct, crawls over to the stretcher. He unbuckles Reigns and rolls him off. He then slowly, painfully, drags the unconscious Rollins onto the stretcher. He straps him in tightly, his face set in grim determination. He stands up, looking at the finish line. He grabs the handle and begins pushing the stretcher. One step. Two steps. The crowd counts down.

Suddenly, a massive figure in a black hooded sweatshirt hops the barricade from the crowd. He moves with frightening speed for a man of his size. He storms the ramp, cutting off Orton just as the stretcher wheel touches the line. Orton looks up, confused and furious. The figure lowers the hood... it’s SAMOA JOE. The arena explodes in shock.

Joe doesn't say a word. He violently kicks Orton in the gut, hoists the Viper up, and delivers a devastating Muscle Buster directly onto the unforgiving steel ramp. The sound is sickening and final. Roman Reigns staggers to his feet near the barricade, trying to intervene, his eyes blazing. Joe turns, eyes locked with cold intensity. He catches Reigns’ desperate punch, spins him around, and locks in the Coquina Clutch. He drags Reigns down to the steel, cinching the sleeper hold in tight. Reigns’ eyes roll back; he fades fast, passing out in the submission hold.

Joe stands over the carnage, his face a mask of cold fury. He walks over to the stretcher, unbuckles the unconscious Rollins, and dumps him unceremoniously on the floor. He then drags the unconscious Randy Orton onto the stretcher, roughly straps him in, and ensures the champion Rollins is now standing on his feet. Joe walks over to Rollins, grabs him by the hair, and slaps him awake. Rollins looks up, terrified, seeing the monster that just saved him. Joe simply nods at the stretcher, his meaning clear. Realizing he has been saved by a new, terrifying force of nature, a bewildered Rollins scrambles up, grabs the stretcher handle, and pushes the unconscious Orton across the finish line.

Winner: Seth Rollins (Retains)

Final Shot: The bell rings. Rollins collapses against the stretcher, clutching his title, laughing in a mix of pain and disbelief. Samoa Joe stands beside him, arms crossed, staring menacingly at the fallen bodies of Roman Reigns and Randy Orton. The "King of Kings" theme hits. Triple H walks out onto the stage, a satisfied smirk on his face. He rushes toward Rollins and Joe, embracing both men in a triumphant hug. The "Destroyer" has arrived, and The Authority stands united, celebrating their success. The show fades to black with the image of this terrifying new alliance standing over the broken bodies of the challengers.
 

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Another well written video package promoting the night ahead. Really enjoyed the references to ECW, maintaining that extreme linkage here.

Another really nit picky thing from me to start off, but the fans chanting “Lucha” before the music hit caught me off guard. If there was no video package, how did they know this match was first up? Surely if they didn’t know, there would be other superstars they were chanting for then these guys. I do think this was a good choice for an opener though and the match certainly delivered. The formula of the match using faces have a brief outburst, before heels dominate, and then we go into the finishing run works well. Standard tag formula really but why change what isn’t broken? I thought throughout the action the teamwork of both teams was put over well, with the Cesaro Swing into the Dropkick probably being a highlight for me. Obviously all hell was eventually going to break loose, and the ending would have been super exciting with a bunch of high risk and near falls mixed together. Really good opener, and the champs get a nice title defence under their belts.

I’ve really enjoyed the Miz/Sandow feud so looking forward to this match. I wasn’t sure the condescending handshake offer from Miz fit with the psychology of the entire feud, and the fact that Miz seemed genuinely fearful during his own entrance just moments earlier. I’ve also really enjoyed the added focus and constant mention of Sandow being no nonsense here. I think this match was fine. I really liked the ending with Sandown countering the Skull Crushing Finale, but I expected more of this. I was a little disappointed that Sandow knowing Miz’s repertoire wasn’t played up throughout the match, and only touched on right at the end. Still, this feud has done what it has needed to and now catapulted Sandow to whatever is next.

Sheamus/Ambrose video package is another one that delivered. Not surprising with you, but really enjoyed the start especially with the empty playground visual. Pretty sure Sheamus’ knuckles would have been white before he was squeezing the shillelagh by the way lol. The chaotic nature of the Chicago Street Fight was exactly what it needed to be. The action escalated quickly on the outside with weapons coming into play, although I did get confused to the reference of leftover from previous matches when talking about kendo stick, because no weapons have been used yet tonight. I’m assuming maybe you did a reshuffle of the match order after writing this or something. A lot of fun once they started moving through the arena, with the beer and soda spots both being awesome. One thing I was surprised by here is I thought there would have been more of a focus from Sheamus on Ambrose’s injured ribs. Even at the end, when he locked in the Texas Cloverleaf, there was reference to Ambrose’s back and legs, but nothing about the pressure on his already injured ribs. That just felt like a bit of a missed opportunity. Still, this was a whole heap of fun and really enjoyable, and Ambrose winning the way he did was fine.

I LOVED the intense start from Paige, really putting over her new character traits and the headbutts especially early on sounded vicious. I probably expected similar from AJ Lee though. She’s been wronged and should be furious, but outside of her entrance, there was not once during the match where her anger was mentioned, or she unleashed a barrage to kind of release some of that emotion. The first move she went for was a Sleeper hold, whereas I thought based on the feud, she’d probably just want to rip Paige’s hair out or punch her face in. Outside of that, the match was completely fine and did what it needed to. Booking wise Paige had to win this to establish her new character so I’m glad you went down that path. The cheating means this feud likely isn’t over which is fine, as these two can entertain us a fair while longer.

Video package reminded me how much I’ve loved the character development of Cody in here so far. Pretty clearly the highlight of the BTB so far in my opinion. By the way, the match banner for this match is epic to. I thought the handshake offer to start fit this match a lot better as Goldust doesn’t really want to fight his brother but has been forced into this situation. Cody’s verbal assault throughout was definitely a highlight here, I really enjoyed it. The difference here being Goldust showing mercy whereas Cody had the killer instinct was a nice story to tell. The only thing I wanted to call out is I think you’re using throw away statements like “Goldust was in this submission hold for two minutes”. That’s a crazy long time really. I think you had Goldust sitting in submission holds for five minutes of this match which is a crazy, long time when you think about it. Anyway, that aside, just great story telling and the mercy causes Goldust to lose his career. Five Cross Rhodes from Cody was brutal as well. The aftermath of this was a fantastic, obviously reminding of the epic start to this BTB with Cody. To finish off Goldust in that way, removing the paint and then injuring him like that, it feels like the perfect full circle ending to the feud. I am very intrigued about what Cody does next from here, but this was all sensational stuff.

Danielson/Ziggler was good and what it needed to be, setting the scene for what’s to come moving forward. There was a spot that kind of confused me because if Bryan was already mid air, looking for a Corner Dropkick, I’ve no idea how Ziggler turned that into an Exploder Suplex. This match was really about the attitude shift in Ziggler though and that’s what really matters here. From the cheap shot early to break the chain wrestling display, to the awesome playing possum moment at the end where he almost stole the win. The cheating at the end to win is fine, setting the scene for what the rest of the series becomes. As opposed to a friendly rivalry, as you mentioned in your writing, this is going to be a lot more heated moving forward which should be fun. Outside of the story told, there was a lot of great offense and sequences throughout this match but I didn’t want to sit here and rewrite it and call out all the fun stuff. A shout out to you though, because I thought this match delivered in spades.

Last Man Standing… Here we go. I love the change in Rusev since the lost, and the mannerisms of Lana, almost scared of her husband now is pretty awesome. I had no issues at all with the Last Man Standing Match. From the chaotic start, to the spots kind of just escalating to the crazy ending throughout, it was just really well done. Maybe I was surprised there wasn’t really anymore mentions of Lana throughout, but that’s me being extremely nit picky. This was a great match and I’m glad the chain came into play based on the build up, including Cena finally getting his back with the chain. Spot at the ending is a big bump for Rusev to take, but is almost the perfect ending for a match like this. Really well done. Moving forward, I’m intrigued to see what you do with the Rusev character. He’s definitively lost twice now, losing his aura of invincibility, how do you keep him strong and not let him fall into middle of the card obscurity moving forward.

For some reason the thought of Nikki Bella doing jumping jacks to make fun of Charlotte works for me. Hilarious. Anyway, Charlotte really dominated in the early stages, perhaps showing off her superior genetics after all. Considering this is her first PPV experience, I really liked that it was over eagerness and maybe some inexperience that allowed Nikki to hang her over the top rope and gain an advantage. Bella’s attack on the leg was surprisingly brutal. The ending sequence with Brie getting involved repetitively, including being the difference maker in the end was solid enough. Nikki sneaks the win, but the way it happened and the aftermath tells us that Charlotte isn’t done with The Bellas. This was fine for what it was.

Main event time. I think the main event went as it should in terms of formula, but potentially there were some flaws with the timestamps. For example, after everything that has happened it makes sense for Orton and Reigns to want to work together to punish Rollins, I get that. But it seems as if they worked together until Roman hit the accident Super Man punch on Orton around the 12 minute mark. That’s a LONG time for two guys who aren’t friends to work together on Seth. The other part that confused me during this period was why Orton/Roman wouldn’t have come to blows sooner. Surely when they strapped Rollins onto the stretcher, they realised they couldn’t both push him across the line and win so they would have started fighting amongst each other. Criticism aside, I still think the formula of faces working together until they have a miscommunication and then Rollins gets a chance to inflict some damage on both men was the right way to go about it. Some nice spots littered throughout to give each man some time to be incapacitated and not involved in the action as well. A big time ending here though with an out of nowhere debut/appearance from Samoa Joe to save Seth. I like the booking of continuing the trend of an over his head Seth winning, but not really being deserving. And the inclusion of Joe in The Authority is another interesting move. A fun main event, leaving you with plenty to work off moving forward.

Another pretty good PPV here. Your third all within a week or so which is crazy.
 
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WWE PAYBACK 2015: THE ROAD TO PAYBACK

May 17, 2015 | Royal Farms Arena, Baltimore, MD


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WWE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP

Seth Rollins (c) vs. Dean Ambrose

Special Stipulation: If the Authority interferes on Rollins' behalf he will be stripped of the WWE World Heavyweight Championship

The combustible rivalry between the Architect and the Lunatic Fringe has reached a boiling point, reignited by the shocking arrival of Samoa Joe as Seth Rollins' corporate "Director of Security." What makes this match so compelling isn't just the history between these former Shield brothers—it's Ambrose's laser-focused refusal to let Rollins buy his way out of justice. To the Lunatic Fringe, the hiring of Samoa Joe wasn't a strategic business decision; it was a confession of fear, a desperate admission that the WWE World Heavyweight Champion cannot stand alone against the man he betrayed.

The first shots in this renewed war were fired on the April 27th edition of Raw, where Samoa Joe made his presence felt in devastating fashion. Following a tense verbal confrontation between champion and challenger, the Samoan Submission Machine stepped between the two men with the cold efficiency of a hired killer. What happened next sent shockwaves through the WWE Universe: Joe effortlessly hoisted Ambrose onto his shoulders and locked in the Coquina Clutch, the devastating submission hold that has ended careers. Within seconds, Ambrose's frantic struggling ceased, his body going limp as referees frantically called for the hold to be broken. The message was clear—Rollins had erected a terrifying physical wall around himself, and anyone who wanted to reach the champion would have to go through the Destroyer first. As Rollins stood over his unconscious former brother with a smirk of satisfaction, the WWE Universe wondered if Ambrose had finally met an obstacle he couldn't overcome.

But Dean Ambrose didn't become the Lunatic Fringe by backing down from intimidation. On the May 4th Raw, Ambrose revealed he had been studying his enemies, learning their patterns, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As Rollins prepared for a showcase match designed to display his superiority, Ambrose orchestrated a masterpiece of psychological warfare. A distraction involving Rollins' prized Cadillac drew Joe away from his post at ringside, the mercenary sprinting up the ramp to investigate the commotion. The moment Joe disappeared through the curtain, Ambrose emerged from beneath the ring like a phantom, sliding into the squared circle with predatory intent. The ambush was swift and brutal—Ambrose unleashed a flurry of strikes before planting Rollins with Dirty Deeds in the center of the ring. As Samoa Joe returned to find his employer laid out and unconscious, the Architect's invincibility had been shattered. Ambrose had proven that even the most expensive security could be outsmarted, and without his heavy hitter by his side, Seth Rollins was just another coward running from his past.

The final week before Payback saw Dean Ambrose take the most dangerous gamble of his career, a move so shocking that it forced The Authority's hand and changed the landscape of the championship match entirely. On the May 11th Raw, as the Baltimore crowd roared in anticipation of the upcoming pay-per-view, Ambrose hijacked the broadcast in the most dramatic fashion imaginable. He appeared at the top of the stage dragging a beaten, semi-conscious Seth Rollins by his hair, the champion's face a mask of blood and terror. What happened next will be replayed for years to come: Ambrose methodically wrapped a steel chair around Rollins' ankle, positioning it with surgical precision as the crowd reached a fever pitch. With his boot hovering above the chair, ready to deliver a career-ending stomp, Ambrose issued an ultimatum directly to Triple H, who watched in horror from the ring. Ban Samoa Joe and The Authority from ringside at Payback, or watch your investment's ankle shatter on live television. The tension was unbearable—Triple H's face cycled through rage, calculation, and finally resignation. With cameras capturing every moment, The Game had no choice but to sign the addendum, adding the career-defining stipulation that if Joe or any Authority member interfered, Rollins would be stripped of the title immediately. Only then did Ambrose release his hold, leaving a traumatized champion crawling away from his tormentor. The Lunatic Fringe had successfully checkmated The Authority, ensuring that in Baltimore, Seth Rollins would have nowhere to run and no one to hide behind.



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SINGLES MATCH

Randy Orton vs. Samoa Joe

What began as a cold business transaction—Triple H hiring Samoa Joe to eliminate Randy Orton from the championship picture—has devolved into a personal blood feud fueled by professional pride and violent retribution. For The Viper, being treated like a disposable line item on a corporate spreadsheet wasn't just disrespectful; it was a declaration of war. For Samoa Joe, this was supposed to be a simple contract: neutralize the Apex Predator, collect the check, move on. But Randy Orton has never been simple, and he's certainly never been easy to put down.

Joe established his credibility on the April 27th Raw in a segment that showcased both his verbal precision and his devastating striking ability. When Orton confronted The Authority about their newest acquisition, Joe calmly stepped forward and delivered a promo dripping with disdain, dismissing Orton's legendary status as nostalgia and his threat level as exaggerated. The Viper, never one to tolerate disrespect, lunged forward—only to be met with a lightning-fast enzuigiri that caught him flush on the temple. The crack of boot against skull echoed through the arena as Orton crumpled to the mat, and Joe stood over him with arms crossed, proving he could out-strike the man many consider the greatest pure striker in WWE history. As medical personnel attended to the Apex Predator, Samoa Joe walked away without a backward glance, his job seemingly already half-finished.

But Randy Orton is famous for his patience, for his ability to wait in the shadows until the perfect moment to strike. On the May 4th Raw, that patience gave way to calculated violence. Security footage captured Orton stalking Joe through the backstage area, tracking his prey like the predator his nickname suggests. The confrontation exploded in the parking lot, away from the cameras, away from the rules, in an environment where Joe's submission expertise would face Orton's raw brutality. Witnesses described a gritty, brutal brawl that spilled across concrete and crashed into equipment. The fight seemed to end when Joe hoisted Orton high into the air and powerbombed him onto the hood of a limousine, the impact so severe that the windshield spiderwebbed beneath the Viper's body. As officials pulled Joe away from the wreckage, Orton lay motionless on the crushed hood, clutching his ribs in agony. Medical reports later confirmed cracked ribs and severe bruising. Joe returned to the arena that night satisfied, believing the contract had been fulfilled and Orton eliminated from relevance.

Joe should have known better. On the May 11th Raw, as the Samoan Submission Machine competed in what was meant to be an exhibition match against Jack Swagger, a demonstration of dominance to send a message before Payback, Randy Orton proved that reports of his demise had been greatly exaggerated. Returning weeks ahead of his projected recovery timeline, The Viper struck from the shadows with the precision that has defined his career. The moment Joe secured the victory and had his arm raised, Orton slithered into the ring unseen. The crowd's roar alerted Joe a split-second too late—he turned directly into an RKO "out of nowhere," the signature move hitting with devastating impact. As Joe lay unconscious in the center of the ring for the first time in his WWE tenure, Orton stood over him with that familiar cold-blooded stare, coiling and uncoiling like a snake preparing to strike again. The message was clear: no amount of money can protect you from the venom of a motivated Randy Orton. In Baltimore, this won't be about business anymore. It will be about survival.



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UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP

John Cena (c) vs. Sheamus

This battle for the United States Championship represents a fundamental clash of philosophies: John Cena's democratic ideal of "Opportunity" versus Sheamus's authoritarian doctrine of "Superiority." Since returning from his post-WrestleMania hiatus as a pale, brutal enforcer of elitism, Sheamus has been on a crusade to destroy what he views as Cena's charity program—the U.S. Open Challenge. To the Celtic Warrior, Cena's weekly invitation for anyone to challenge for the championship is an insult to the business, a platform that allows "insects" to crawl into his ring and pretend they belong in the same conversation as true warriors. The embarrassment of his loss to the smaller Dean Ambrose still burns in Sheamus's mind, and he's determined to restore order by any means necessary.

Sheamus gained massive momentum on the April 27th Raw by forcibly shutting down the Open Challenge in the most violent way possible. When high-flying sensation Neville answered Cena's open invitation, the crowd was electric with anticipation for an incredible athletic contest. They never got it. Sheamus stormed the ring before the bell could ring, leveling Neville with a sickening Brogue Kick that left the newcomer unconscious on the canvas. When Cena rushed to Neville's aid, Sheamus turned his assault on the champion, specifically targeting the ribs that had been injured in Cena's previous title defense. The Celtic Warrior drove knees into Cena's midsection repeatedly, pressed his boot against the injured area, and roared at the camera that the "charity hour" was over. Cena writhed in pain as referees and officials finally separated them, but the damage was done—Sheamus had physically shut down the open challenge concept and established himself as a force that Cena couldn't immediately overcome.

The reign of terror continued on the May 4th Raw when Sheamus selected his next victim: fan-favorite underdog Zack Ryder. In a display of pure sadism, Sheamus didn't just defeat Ryder—he tortured him. After securing a dominant victory, the Celtic Warrior locked in the Texas Cloverleaf submission hold and refused to break it despite Ryder's desperate tapping. The referee's calls meant nothing. The crowd's boos meant nothing. Only when John Cena sprinted down the ramp for the save did Sheamus finally release the hold, but even then, he refused to give Cena the confrontation he wanted. The Celtic Warrior rolled out of the ring and retreated up the ramp, denying the champion any physical satisfaction while maintaining complete psychological control. Cena was left kneeling beside the broken Ryder, his expression a mixture of rage and helplessness, knowing that Sheamus was dismantling everything he had built with the Open Challenge while staying just out of reach.

The momentum finally shifted on the May 11th Raw in a pivotal segment that proved John Cena had been studying his opponent's tactics and preparing his counter-attack. Refusing to let the bully win, refusing to let the Open Challenge die, Cena announced that the weekly tradition would continue regardless of Sheamus's threats. When The Miz answered the challenge, the match that followed was everything the Open Challenge represents—hard-fought, competitive, and ultimately won by the champion after an incredible Attitude Adjustment. The crowd was on its feet celebrating as Cena retained his title. But everyone in the building knew what was coming next. Sure enough, Sheamus charged through the crowd with murderous intent, attempting to replicate his previous ambushes with another Brogue Kick while Cena was exhausted and vulnerable. This time, however, Cena was ready. Having anticipated the attack, the champion sidestepped at the last possible second, causing Sheamus to crash awkwardly into the corner turnbuckle. Before the Celtic Warrior could recover, Cena hoisted him onto his shoulders and planted him with a thunderous Attitude Adjustment in the center of the ring. For the first time in this rivalry, it was Sheamus left lying flat on his back while John Cena stood tall, U.S. Championship raised high. The bully had been bloodied, and heading into Payback, the psychological warfare had reached a stalemate, setting the stage for a definitive battle in Baltimore.



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SINGLES MATCH

Chris Jericho vs. Cody Rhodes

The war between the returning Chris Jericho and the "Nightmare" Cody Rhodes isn't about championships or main event positioning—it's a battle for the very soul of the wrestling industry, a generational conflict between honoring the past and eradicating it. Cody Rhodes, in his quest to sanitize the Rhodes family legacy from the "embarrassment" of comedy gimmicks and outdated personas, has become something far darker than his father or brother ever imagined. After violently retiring his own brother Goldust in an emotional and brutal attack, Cody declared war on what he calls "nostalgia acts"—the veterans who return to soak up spotlight that should belong to the new generation. Chris Jericho's return to WWE wasn't motivated by ego or a desperate grab at fading relevance; it was a moral imperative to defend the honor of the legends Cody has spit upon and to teach the Nightmare that disrespecting those who built the industry has consequences.

Jericho seized early momentum on the April 27th Raw in a segment that reminded the WWE Universe why Y2J is considered one of the greatest talkers in wrestling history. As Cody Rhodes conducted what he called a "eulogy" for his brother's career—a condescending, cold-hearted speech that portrayed Goldust's retirement as a necessary mercy killing—Jericho's music hit to a thunderous ovation. The veteran strode to the ring with purpose, interrupted the ceremony, and proceeded to verbally eviscerate Rhodes with the cutting wit that made him famous. The highlight came when Jericho pulled out his infamous "List of Jericho" and, with the crowd chanting along, added Cody Rhodes to the list for being a "suit-wearing sellout who forgot where he came from." The verbal warfare escalated until Cody, seething with rage at being humiliated, shoved Jericho and challenged him to prove he could still go in the ring. Jericho's response was simple: "Baltimore. Payback. I'll remind you why you should respect your elders."

Words became action on the May 4th Raw when Jericho demonstrated that despite years away, his instincts and abilities remained razor-sharp. After Cody defeated R-Truth in a one-sided squash match, the Nightmare decided to add insult to injury by continuing his assault after the bell, setting up for his Cross Rhodes finishing move on the helpless veteran. He never got the chance. Jericho's music exploded through the arena as Y2J sprinted down the ramp at full speed, sliding into the ring just in time to shove Cody away from Truth. The confrontation was brief but decisive—as Cody turned in surprise and anger, Jericho met him with a perfectly executed Codebreaker, the double-knee facebreaker catching Rhodes flush and sending him scrambling out of the ring in retreat. As Jericho helped R-Truth to his feet and checked on the fallen wrestler, the message was clear: if Cody wanted to bully the veterans, he'd have to get through Chris Jericho first. The crowd's reaction was deafening, a reminder that the WWE Universe still reveres those who pay respect to wrestling's history.

But on the May 11th Raw, the final show before Payback, Cody Rhodes revealed that his transformation into the Nightmare wasn't just a gimmick—it was a promise. After Jericho defeated Heath Slater in a solid tune-up match, the veteran celebrated with the crowd, seemingly riding high on momentum heading into Baltimore. He should have been more careful. As Jericho's music played and he slapped hands with fans at ringside, Cody struck from behind with the cowardice that defines his new persona. The attack was swift and brutal—a chop block to Jericho's knee, followed by a series of stomps, and then the Cross Rhodes planted with maximum impact on the exposed floor. But Cody wasn't finished. In a moment that will haunt Jericho, Rhodes pulled a crumpled page from the List of Jericho out of his suit jacket—the very page with his own name on it—and stuffed it down the legend's throat, leaving Y2J gagging and gasping for air. As referees and agents rushed to separate them, Cody stood over his fallen opponent with a chilling smile, adjusting his tie and walking away without a care. The image of Chris Jericho literally choking on his own gimmick sent a message that the Nightmare is a legitimate threat, someone who might be too ruthless, too calculated, and too willing to cross lines that even veterans won't approach. In Baltimore, Jericho will need more than nostalgia and catchphrases. He'll need to prove that experience and heart can overcome a younger, hungrier predator who respects nothing and no one.


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Falls Count Anywhere

AJ Lee vs. Paige

Following her controversial loss at Extreme Rules due to an exposed turnbuckle, a visibly frustrated AJ Lee took to the ring on April 27th (Raw) to expose Paige’s tactics. She demanded the footage of Paige tearing the turnbuckle pad loose be replayed on the TitanTron, calling her a hypocrite who preaches "revolution" but practices cowardice. Paige interrupted from the stage, unapologetic, claiming that AJ was too "sentimental" and stuck in the past, whereas she did what was necessary to evolve. The verbal sparring escalated into a physical confrontation when AJ tried to chase Paige down, but the "Anti-Diva" retreated through the curtain, laughing and refusing to fight without a strategy. However, Paige’s retreat was a ruse to lure AJ into a false sense of security. Later that night, as AJ left the arena, Paige attacked her from the shadows, slamming her head into the concrete wall. Paige stood over her fallen former friend, screaming that the "Frenemies" era was dead and buried. This calculated ambush set the tone for a rivalry built on evasion and opportunism, with Paige refusing to engage unless she held the upper hand, leaving AJ fuming and desperate for retribution.

The hostility reached a boiling point on May 4th (Raw) when AJ Lee was scheduled for a backstage interview with Renee Young. Before she could speak, Paige attacked her from behind, slamming her head into a production crate with a sickening thud. The brawl ignited instantly, spilling out of the interview area and tearing through the backstage hallways. It was a gritty, untelevised style of violence that shocked the staff, with both women using the environment as a weapon—slamming each other into walls and equipment cases. The fight spilled into the parking garage, escalating the danger. AJ leaped off a car hood to tackle Paige onto the concrete, the two women rolling around on the hard surface, trading punches and hair pulls. Security struggled to separate them as they used purses, car doors, and anything not nailed down as weapons. The segment ended with Paige fleeing into a waiting car, screeching away as a furious AJ kicked the bumper, proving that the ring could no longer contain their hatred.

The chaos culminated on May 11th (Raw) when Corporate Kane, fed up with the anarchy spilling into the back, ordered both women to the ring for a contract signing to settle their differences "professionally." It was a trap set by both women. As soon as they were face-to-face, AJ didn't wait for signatures—she launched herself over the table, tackling Paige. The brawl restarted, more violent than before, spilling over the barricade and into the sea of fans.They fought up the arena stairs, tumbling down aisles and spilling drinks on spectators who scrambled to get out of the way. The brawl moved all the way to the concessions stand, where the violence turned inventive. AJ Lee poured a large soda over Paige's head, blinding her, and Paige responded by throwing a metal trash can at AJ. Security finally swarmed them, pulling them apart amidst a sea of debris. Realizing that a standard match wouldn't work, The Authority officially sanctioned a Falls Count Anywhere Match for Payback, ensuring that the next time they fought into the crowd, a referee would be there to count the fall.




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SINGLES MATCH

Roman Reigns vs. Bray Wyatt

This confrontation explores the psychological vulnerabilities in Roman Reigns' armor, the cracks that formed after repeated failures to capture the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. Bray Wyatt, the Eater of Worlds, didn't target Reigns for territorial expansion or championship glory—he targeted the Juggernaut's self-belief, identifying him as a "failed chosen one" whose confidence was built on a foundation of lies told by The Authority. In Wyatt's twisted worldview, Reigns represents everything wrong with the modern WWE: corporate-manufactured destiny, hollow strength, and false gods propped up by propaganda. To truly cement his role as the prophet of WWE's future, Wyatt must consume Reigns' remaining confidence and expose him as the fraud Wyatt claims he is.

Wyatt dominated the psychological warfare on the April 27th Raw with a chilling sermon that played on every insecurity lurking in Reigns' mind. From a smoke-filled room lit only by a single lantern, Wyatt delivered one of his trademark cryptic promos, speaking directly to Reigns' failures. "You were chosen, Roman, but not by fate. You were chosen by suits and ties, by men who saw dollar signs in your bloodline. And what did you do with that gift? You failed. Again. And again. And again." The screen cut to Roman Reigns watching backstage, his jaw clenched, hands balled into fists. Wyatt's laughter echoed through the arena as he continued: "The throne rejected you, Roman. The universe rejected you. Even your own brothers abandoned you when they realized you were never the Shield's future—you were its weakest link." By the end of the segment, Reigns was screaming at the monitor, smashing equipment in frustration, playing directly into Wyatt's hands. The Eater of Worlds had crawled inside his head without landing a single punch.

The mind games intensified on the May 4th Raw in a match that should have been a simple victory for the Juggernaut. Reigns faced the Big Show in a bout designed to rebuild his momentum, and for most of the contest, he dominated the giant with power and speed. But as Reigns set up for the Superman Punch, the arena lights suddenly died, plunging the venue into complete darkness. When they returned seconds later, a wooden rocking chair sat in the entrance aisle, slowly rocking back and forth with no one in it. Bray Wyatt's laughter filled the arena through the PA system. Reigns, visibly rattled, hesitated—and that moment of distraction cost him everything. Big Show recovered and hit the WMD knockout punch, securing the victory while Reigns lay unconscious. Wyatt had dismantled the Juggernaut without laying a finger on him, proving that Reigns' greatest enemy wasn't physical opponents—it was the doubt festering in his own mind.

But Roman Reigns didn't reach the main event level of WWE by having a weak spirit. On the May 11th Raw, something inside the Juggernaut finally snapped. Tired of the games, tired of the fear, Reigns made a decision: if Wyatt wanted to hide in the shadows, Reigns would drag him into the light. Security footage captured Reigns tearing through the backstage area like a man possessed, kicking open doors, flipping over equipment, hunting for Wyatt's lair with single-minded determination. When he finally found it—a dimly lit storage room decorated with cryptic symbols and flickering candles—Bray Wyatt was waiting with a smile. The Eater of Worlds attempted his signature ambush, lunging from the darkness with a clothesline, but Reigns was ready. He ducked under the strike, grabbed Wyatt, and unleashed the rage that had been building for three weeks. The brawl spilled into the catering area where Reigns hoisted Wyatt onto his shoulders and drove him through a table with a devastating spear, the sound of splintering wood echoing through the backstage area. Standing over the wreckage, breathing heavily, Reigns delivered his own message: "You want to get in my head? Then come get it at Payback." As officials swarmed the scene, the dynamic had shifted—while Bray Wyatt controls the shadows and manipulates the mind, Roman Reigns is the master of physical warfare, and in Baltimore, violence will be the final answer.



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INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP - BEST OF 7 SERIES: MATCH #4

Daniel Bryan (c) vs. Dolph Ziggler (Series tied 2-1, Ziggler leads)

The "Best of 7 Series" for the Intercontinental Championship has evolved from a respectful competition between two of WWE's finest athletes into a bitter clash of egos, jealousy, and wounded pride. With Dolph Ziggler holding a 2-1 series lead heading into Match #4, the Show-Off's psychology has shifted from confidence to arrogance, from sportsmanship to resentment. The source of that resentment is painfully clear: despite Ziggler's two victories in the series, despite his claims of tactical superiority, the WWE Universe still reveres Daniel Bryan as the better wrestler. Every time Ziggler steps through the curtain, he's greeted with chants of "YES! YES! YES!" meant for his opponent. Every poll, every social media discussion, every expert analysis suggests Bryan is simply letting Ziggler have his moment before the inevitable comeback. For a performer as prideful as Dolph Ziggler, this kind of disrespect—real or perceived—is gasoline on a fire that's burning out of control.

Ziggler rode a wave of insufferable arrogance on the April 27th Raw, using his series lead as a license to belittle the champion at every opportunity. In an in-ring promo segment, Ziggler bragged that his 2-1 advantage proved he had "outsmarted" the great Daniel Bryan, that technical ability meant nothing if you couldn't adapt and strategize. When Bryan came to the ring to respond, offering the traditional handshake as a sign of respect between competitors, Ziggler slapped the champion's hand away and laughed in his face. "You want respect?" Ziggler sneered. "Beat me three times. Until then, you're just the guy holding MY title." The crowd's boos were deafening, but Ziggler soaked them in, having fully embraced the role of arrogant heel. Bryan's expression remained calm, but his eyes told a different story—the Yes Man was done playing nice.

Bryan attempted to regain psychological momentum on the May 4th Raw, though Ziggler did everything possible to sabotage him from the commentary table. In a grueling match against Bad News Barrett, Bryan showcased exactly why he's considered one of the best technical wrestlers in the world, countering Barrett's power with precision strikes and submission attempts. But throughout the entire contest, Ziggler sat at the commentary desk providing running criticism, mocking Bryan's offense, questioning his stamina, and predicting his downfall. When Bryan finally secured the victory with a Running Knee, he didn't celebrate—instead, he stormed over to the commentary table and slapped the microphone out of Ziggler's hand, a rare display of aggression from the typically respectful champion. The two men stood nose-to-nose, the tension crackling between them, before officials separated them. The mind games were escalating, and the series was becoming personal in ways neither man anticipated when it began.

The breaking point came on the May 11th Raw during a tag team match that exposed just how far Dolph Ziggler would go to gain any advantage. Forced to team together against the Ascension, Bryan and Ziggler demonstrated their in-ring chemistry despite their animosity, working together effectively to dismantle their opponents. As the match reached its climax, Bryan hit a picture-perfect Running Knee on Viktor, setting up the pinfall victory. But before Bryan could make the cover, Ziggler blind-tagged himself in, shoving the champion aside and stealing the pinfall for himself. The crowd erupted in boos as Ziggler's music played, but the Show-Off wasn't finished. He grabbed the Intercontinental Championship from the timekeeper, raised it above his head, and posed with Bryan's title belt while the furious champion watched from the corner. Ziggler's message was clear: the belt already belonged to him in spirit, and Match #4 would simply make it official. As Bryan snatched his title back, the two men had to be separated by referees, with Bryan looking more furious than the WWE Universe had seen him in years. Ziggler holds the scoreboard advantage and has seized the psychological edge, but he's also awakened something dangerous in Daniel Bryan—a competitor willing to put respect aside and unleash the aggression necessary to defend his championship. Match #4 in Baltimore promises to be the most physical, most personal encounter in this series, and the championship itself might not be the only thing on the line.



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WWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP - TRIPLE THREAT NO DQ TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH

Cesaro & Tyson Kidd (c) vs. The New Day vs. The Lucha Dragons

The WWE Tag Team division has transformed into a volatile three-way war zone where the technical supremacy of champions Cesaro and Tyson Kidd is under siege from two completely different styles of attack: the manipulative "power of positivity" wielded by The New Day, and the high-octane aerial assault of The Lucha Dragons. What makes this rivalry so compelling is that each team represents a distinct philosophy of tag team wrestling, and each has proven they possess the tools to dethrone the champions. With Corporate Kane sanctioning a Triple Threat No DQ Tornado Match—a chaotic environment where tags are obsolete, all six men are legal simultaneously, and anything goes—the question isn't whether chaos will reign in Baltimore. The question is which team can survive it.

The New Day seized initial momentum on the April 27th Raw by exposing a critical weakness in the champions' armor: overconfidence. In a non-title match that the "Brass Ring Club" viewed as a formality, Cesaro and Kidd dominated for most of the contest, showcasing their superior technical ability and chemistry. But The New Day's secret weapon has never been their in-ring prowess alone—it's Xavier Woods' outside interference disguised as enthusiastic cheerleading. As Big E and Kofi Kingston absorbed punishment, Woods orchestrated distractions at crucial moments, causing split-second miscommunications between the champions. The turning point came when Woods' trombone playing at ringside caused Cesaro to momentarily lose focus, allowing Big E to catch him with a devastating belly-to-belly suplex. Kofi followed with Trouble in Paradise, and The New Day secured the shocking pinfall victory. As they celebrated with exaggerated positivity, clapping and dancing around the stunned champions, the message was clear: the clapping and smiling hides a ruthless tactical mind, and underestimating The New Day is a fatal mistake.

Not to be overlooked, The Lucha Dragons soared to prominence on the May 4th Raw by demonstrating that speed and innovation can neutralize power and size. In a match against The Ascension, Sin Cara and Kalisto unleashed a breathtaking sequence of synchronized offense—simultaneous dives, tandem attacks, and aerial maneuvers that the WWE Universe had rarely witnessed at such a high level. Their victory over the dominant powerhouse team was emphatic and exciting, immediately positioning them as legitimate threats to the championship. But The Lucha Dragons weren't content with just winning matches—they wanted to send a message directly to the champions. Following their victory, they stood at ringside as Cesaro and Kidd made their entrance for their scheduled match. The staredown was intense, with the high-flyers refusing to back down from the champions' intimidation tactics. For a moment, it appeared a brawl would break out, but The Lucha Dragons simply pointed at the championships around Cesaro and Kidd's waists and made the universal "title around the waist" gesture. The challenge had been issued: catch us if you can.

The final Raw before Payback on May 11th saw the "Brass Ring Club" remind everyone why they've held the championships for months. As a match between The New Day and The Lucha Dragons descended into the expected chaos—bodies flying everywhere, the referee losing control, Woods causing problems from ringside—Cesaro and Kidd made their presence felt in the most violent way possible. Carrying steel chairs, the champions stormed the ring like invaders, systematically dismantling both challenger teams with brutal chair shots that echoed through the arena. Cesaro delivered his devastating Cesaro Swing to Kofi Kingston while Kidd locked in the Sharpshooter on Sin Cara, both champions applying their signature moves simultaneously in a display of synchronized dominance. When the smoke cleared, all four challengers lay broken in the ring while Cesaro and Kidd stood tall amidst the wreckage, championships raised high. The message was unmistakable: while The New Day might have tactics and The Lucha Dragons might have speed, the champions possess the raw power, ruthless aggression, and killer instinct necessary to rule this division. The challengers have proven they can win matches, but can they survive a tornado of violence where there are no rules, no count-outs, and no escape? In Baltimore, only the most resilient, most brutal tag team will walk out with the gold.



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DIVAS CHAMPIONSHIP - SUBMISSION MATCH

Nikki Bella (c) vs. Charlotte

The Divas Championship landscape has been defined by Charlotte's righteous crusade against the "Twin Magic" politics that have protected Nikki Bella's reign, and her determination to create a competitive environment where skill outweighs numbers and championships are won honestly rather than stolen through deception. After being robbed of the title at Extreme Rules when Brie Bella switched places with her sister to secure the victory—the same tired trick that has defined the Bella Twins' careers—Charlotte demanded accountability from WWE management. The submission match stipulation she secured represents the ultimate test: no twin magic, no shortcuts, no excuses. In a match where the only way to win is to force your opponent to tap out or pass out from pain, Charlotte believes her superior technical ability and her legacy as the daughter of the Nature Boy will finally allow her to claim the championship that should already be around her waist.

Charlotte gained significant momentum on the April 27th Raw by cornering Stephanie McMahon in a backstage segment that showcased both her fearlessness and her tactical intelligence. Armed with indisputable video evidence of Brie's interference at Extreme Rules, Charlotte forced the Principal Owner into a corner. The footage clearly showed the illegal switch, the confusion it caused, and the fraudulent pinfall that retained Nikki's title. Faced with undeniable proof and the threat of Charlotte taking her case public on social media, Stephanie had no choice but to grant the rematch. But Charlotte went further, demanding the submission match stipulation specifically because it eliminates the possibility of twin magic—you can't switch places in a submission hold, and a voice screaming "I quit" can't be duplicated. Stephanie reluctantly agreed, and Charlotte's celebration was one of vindication rather than joy. She wasn't happy to get another opportunity; she was furious it had taken this long.

The challenger sent a painful message on the May 4th Raw by dismantling Nikki Bella's support system in brutal fashion. In a singles match against Brie Bella, Charlotte showcased exactly why she's considered the future of the division, systematically breaking down the twin with technical precision. But Charlotte didn't just want to win—she wanted to send a message about what awaits Nikki in Baltimore. After securing the victory, Charlotte refused to break her Figure-Eight leglock submission hold, wrenching back on Brie's leg with increasing pressure despite the referee's demands and the bell ringing repeatedly. The crowd was torn between excitement at Charlotte's dominance and concern for Brie's safety. Only when Nikki Bella sprinted down the ramp did Charlotte finally release the hold, standing tall as the champion checked on her writhing sister. Charlotte's message was clear: "I can cripple your twin, and at Payback, I'll do the same to you." The fear in Nikki's eyes suggested the message had been received.

However, on the May 11th Raw, Nikki Bella demonstrated that her lengthy title reign wasn't built solely on twin magic and political maneuvering—the longest-reigning Divas Champion in history has a ground game dangerous enough to end careers. During a heated confrontation that saw both women trading verbal barbs about their respective abilities, Nikki snapped and launched a surprise attack, tackling Charlotte to the mat. What happened next shocked everyone who had dismissed Nikki as merely a pretty face with a famous boyfriend: the champion transitioned into a modified Muta Lock, an excruciating submission hold that arched Charlotte's spine to an unnatural angle while simultaneously applying pressure to her neck. The pain was immediate and unbearable—Charlotte's scream of agony echoed through the arena as she frantically clawed toward the ropes, her face contorted in genuine suffering. Nikki, usually all smiles and catchphrases, wore an expression of cold determination as she wrenched back harder, refusing to break the hold even after Charlotte grabbed the ropes. Referees had to physically pull the champion away, and as Charlotte lay on the mat gasping for air and clutching her back, Nikki stood over her with the championship belt, mocking the "Submission Match" stipulation. "You wanted submissions?" Nikki sneered into the camera. "Be careful what you wish for, little girl." For the first time, doubt crept into Charlotte's eyes. The champion had proven she doesn't just rely on her sister's interference—she possesses a submission arsenal lethal enough to make Charlotte tap out or pass out in Baltimore. The "Fearless" challenger must now confront an uncomfortable truth: she demanded a submission match believing it favored her technical superiority, but Nikki Bella just demonstrated she can match Charlotte hold-for-hold in the one area the challenger thought was her exclusive domain. The question heading into Payback isn't whether Charlotte is skilled enough to make Nikki submit—it's whether she's tough enough to avoid submitting first when the champion locks in that devastating Muta Lock and tries to snap her spine in half.


FINAL THOUGHTS

WWE Payback 2015 promises to deliver eight matches that represent the culmination of intense, personal rivalries built on weeks of psychological warfare, physical brutality, and escalating stakes. From the main event's unique stipulation that finally forces Seth Rollins to stand alone against his past, to the chaotic tornado tag team environment where six men will fight with no rules, to the submission match that eliminates all escape routes for the Divas Championship, every bout on this card has been carefully constructed to deliver decisive, satisfying conclusions.

The Royal Farms Arena in Baltimore will witness legends defending their honor, champions fighting to prove their legitimacy, and challengers seizing their moment to change the landscape of WWE. After three weeks of building tension, shifting momentum, and raising stakes, Payback will provide the answers the WWE Universe has been demanding. In Baltimore, there will be nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no excuses. Only victory, defeat, and the brutal truth of who truly deserves to stand at the top of the WWE mountain.




WWE Payback 2015 airs live on Pay-Per-View and WWE Network on Sunday, May 17, 2015 from the Royal Farms Arena in Baltimore, Maryland.
 
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Incorporating a good ol fashioned prediction contest for Payback!!! Thanks for the reads and support thus far. Stay tuned because MITB next month (a little teaser) may be my best PPV Card to date.

WrestleWizard Presents: The Payback 2015 Prediction Challenge!

Date: May 17, 2015
Total Points Available: 50
Tie-Breaker: Match Time of Main Event
Think you know how the "Checkmate Era" unfolds? Step into the ring and test your booking knowledge against the WrestleWizard community! Copy the ballot below, bold your winners, and answer the prop bets to see if you can survive the fallout.

THE OFFICIAL BALLOT

PART 1: THE MATCH CARD (3 Points Each)

Bold your predicted winner for each match.
  1. WWE World Heavyweight Championship​
  • Stipulation: If Samoa Joe or The Authority interfere, Rollins is stripped of the title.​
  • The Match: Seth Rollins (c) vs. Dean Ambrose​
  • The Question: Does the Architect survive alone, or does the Lunatic run the asylum?​
  1. Singles Match​
  • The Match: Randy Orton vs. Samoa Joe​
  • The Question: Does the Hitman collect his bounty, or does the Viper strike last?​
  1. United States Championship​
  • The Match: John Cena (c) vs. Sheamus​
  • The Question: Can Cena's heart withstand the Celtic Warrior's brutality?​
  1. Singles Match​
  • The Match: Chris Jericho vs. Cody Rhodes​
  • The Question: Does Y2J save the past, or does the Nightmare erase it?​
  1. Singles Match​
  • The Match: Roman Reigns vs. Bray Wyatt​
  • The Question: Will the Juggernaut conquer his fear, or will the Eater of Worlds consume him?​
  1. Intercontinental Championship (Best of 7 Series - Match #4)​
  • The Match: Daniel Bryan (c) vs. Dolph Ziggler​
  • The Question: Does Bryan tie the series (2-2), or does Ziggler take a commanding lead (3-1)?​
  1. WWE Tag Team Championship (Triple Threat No DQ Tornado)​
  • The Match: Cesaro & Tyson Kidd (c) vs. The New Day vs. The Lucha Dragons​
  • The Question: In total anarchy, who leaves with the gold?​
  1. Divas Championship (Submission Match)​
  • The Match: Nikki Bella (c) vs. Charlotte​
  • The Question: Does Genetic Superiority reign supreme, or does Fearless Nikki prove she's the submission master?​
  1. Grudge Match (Falls Count Anywhere)​
  • The Match: AJ Lee vs. Paige​
  • The Question: Who survives the brawl through Baltimore?​

PART 2: THE PROP BETS (2 Points Each)

Answer the specific questions based on the storylines.

  1. The Authority's Loophole: Will Samoa Joe or The Authority appear at all during the main event (even if they don't physically touch a wrestler)?​
  • [ ] Yes​
  • [ ] No​
  1. The Finisher: How will the John Cena vs. Sheamus match end?​
  • [ ] Pinfall​
  • [ ] Submission​
  • [ ] Disqualification/Count-out​
  1. The Nightmare's Tactic: Will Cody Rhodes use a foreign object (e.g., "The List", water bottle, towel) during his match with Jericho?​
  • [ ] Yes​
  • [ ] No​
  1. Chaos Theory: In the Tag Team Tornado match, which team will take the pinfall/submission to lose the match?​
  • [ ] Cesaro & Kidd​
  • [ ] The New Day​
  • [ ] The Lucha Dragons​
  1. Submission Specialist: What hold will end the Divas Championship match?​
  • [ ] Figure-Eight Leglock​
  • [ ] The Rack Attack (modified into submission) / Muta Lock​
  • [ ] Fearless Lock (STF)​
  • [ ] Other​
  1. Brawl For All: Where will the final pinfall of AJ Lee vs. Paige take place?​
  • [ ] Inside the Ring​
  • [ ] Ringside Area / Announce Table​
  • [ ] In the Crowd / Concession Stand​
  • [ ] Backstage / Entrance Ramp​

PART 3: THE TIE-BREAKER

Closest to the actual time wins.

Exact Match Time of Seth Rollins vs. Dean Ambrose:
`__ Minutes : __ Seconds
 

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WrestleWizard Presents: The Payback 2015 Prediction Challenge!

Date: May 17, 2015
Total Points Available: 50
Tie-Breaker: Match Time of Main Event
Think you know how the "Checkmate Era" unfolds? Step into the ring and test your booking knowledge against the WrestleWizard community! Copy the ballot below, bold your winners, and answer the prop bets to see if you can survive the fallout.


THE OFFICIAL BALLOT

PART 1: THE MATCH CARD (3 Points Each)

Bold your predicted winner for each match.
  1. WWE World Heavyweight Championship​
  • Stipulation: If Samoa Joe or The Authority interfere, Rollins is stripped of the title.​
  • The Match: Seth Rollins (c) vs. Dean Ambrose​
  • The Question: Does the Architect survive alone, or does the Lunatic run the asylum?​
  • The Match: Randy Orton vs. Samoa Joe​
  • The Question: Does the Hitman collect his bounty, or does the Viper strike last?​
  1. United States Championship​
  • The Match: John Cena (c) vs. Sheamus
  • The Question: Can Cena's heart withstand the Celtic Warrior's brutality?​
  1. Singles Match​
  • The Match: Chris Jericho vs. Cody Rhodes​
  • The Question: Does Y2J save the past, or does the Nightmare erase it?​
  1. Singles Match​
  • The Match: Roman Reigns vs. Bray Wyatt​
  • The Question: Will the Juggernaut conquer his fear, or will the Eater of Worlds consume him?​
  1. Intercontinental Championship (Best of 7 Series - Match #4)​
  • The Match: Daniel Bryan (c) vs. Dolph Ziggler​
  • The Question: Does Bryan tie the series (2-2), or does Ziggler take a commanding lead (3-1)?​
  1. WWE Tag Team Championship (Triple Threat No DQ Tornado)​
  • The Match: Cesaro & Tyson Kidd (c) vs. The New Day vs. The Lucha Dragons
  • The Question: In total anarchy, who leaves with the gold?​
  1. Divas Championship (Submission Match)​
  • The Match: Nikki Bella (c) vs. Charlotte​
  • The Question: Does Genetic Superiority reign supreme, or does Fearless Nikki prove she's the submission master?​
  1. Grudge Match (Falls Count Anywhere)​
  • The Match: AJ Lee vs. Paige
  • The Question: Who survives the brawl through Baltimore?​

PART 2: THE PROP BETS (2 Points Each)

Answer the specific questions based on the storylines.

  1. The Authority's Loophole: Will Samoa Joe or The Authority appear at all during the main event (even if they don't physically touch a wrestler)?​
  • [ ] No​
  1. The Finisher: How will the John Cena vs. Sheamus match end?​
  • [ ] Pinfall
  1. The Nightmare's Tactic: Will Cody Rhodes use a foreign object (e.g., "The List", water bottle, towel) during his match with Jericho?​
  • [ ] Yes
  1. Chaos Theory: In the Tag Team Tornado match, which team will take the pinfall/submission to lose the match?​
  • [ ] Cesaro & Kidd
  1. Submission Specialist: What hold will end the Divas Championship match?​

[ ] Fearless Lock (STF)
  1. Brawl For All: Where will the final pinfall of AJ Lee vs. Paige take place?​
  • [ ] Inside the Ring

PART 3: THE TIE-BREAKER

Closest to the actual time wins.

Exact Match Time of Seth Rollins vs. Dean Ambrose:
`25 Minutes : 22 Seconds