Let’s set the stage: bright lights, roaring crowd, the undeniable electricity of the squared circle. Monday night wasn’t just any episode of WWE Raw. This was the debut of WWE’s flagship on Netflix—a bold move into streaming territory, and it delivered fireworks. As well as some hot chicks!
Front and center? The relentless Rhea Ripley taking on Liv Morgan for the Women’s World Championship. And, oh boy, did it deliver.
This wasn’t your average bout. This was a street brawl with a dash of Shakespearean drama, punctuated by bad blood and months—hell, years—of pent-up tension. Morgan came out swinging, pulling from every page of her underdog playbook. A frog splash? Chef’s kiss.
It was the kind of move that gets the crowd out of their seats and heart rates spiking. But Ripley? The woman’s a damn cyborg, kicking out before the ref’s hand hit three.
Then came the turning point. Rhea Ripley, the Eradicator, snapped into beast mode. Not one, but two Riptides later, Morgan was flatter than a dollar pancake at a greasy spoon. The ref slapped the mat for three, and Ripley was back on top—Women’s World Champion once again. But if you thought the drama ended there, buckle up.
Out struts “Dirty” Dominik Mysterio, playing the supportive boyfriend card. A hug? A reconciliation? Not a chance. Rhea, ever the queen of chaos, faked him out and served up a vicious low-blow kick before planting him with yet another Riptide.
If that wasn’t enough, The Undertaker—yes, that Undertaker—roared in on his motorcycle, joining Ripley for a celebration that looked like a scene out of a Mad Max wrestling fever dream. Netflix must’ve been grinning ear to ear.
But this match wasn’t just a one-night affair. It was the culmination of a saga stretching back to WrestleMania 40. Ripley’s shoulder got wrecked in an ambush by Morgan, forcing her to vacate the title she worked so hard to claim. While Ripley was sidelined, Liv swooped in to snatch the gold and—adding fuel to the fire—started cozying up to Dominik. Messy? You bet.
By the time Ripley returned, it was SummerSlam, and Dom had flipped the script, betraying her to help Liv retain the title. From there, the rivalry escalated into pure chaos: a shark cage match at Bad Blood, a surprise attack from Raquel Rodriguez, and even a backstage beatdown that left Ripley with an orbital injury. It was the kind of storytelling Vince McMahon dreams about in his sleep.
Fast forward to Survivor Series, where Ripley led her team to victory in a WarGames match that earned her one last shot at Morgan. Monday’s bout wasn’t just about a title. It was about redemption. And Ripley didn’t just win; she dominated, reminding everyone why she’s the apex predator of the WWE women’s division.
Now the question is, what’s next? Morgan’s not one to roll over and play dead. Saturday Night’s Main Event? The Royal Rumble? You can bet she’s gunning for a rematch. But for now, Rhea Ripley stands tall, the undisputed queen of the ring.
And as the dust settles on WWE’s Netflix debut, one thing’s for sure: this is just the beginning of a new era, and Ripley’s driving the damn bus.
Stay tuned, folks. The road to WrestleMania just got a whole lot more interesting.
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Last modified: January 11, 2025
