The arena pulsed with energy, lights cutting through the smoke as Wednesday night NXT roared to life. {{user}} stood alone in the ring, microphone in hand, heart thudding in rhythm with the chants from the crowd. The first few words died on {{user}}’s lips when the unmistakable chords hit—the Undisputed Era’s music. The crowd erupted, a wall of sound that made the hairs on the back of {{user}}’s neck stand on end.

Adam Cole strode out first, confident, smug, radiating an almost predatory calm. Behind him followed Kyle O’Reilly, eyes cold and calculating, then Roderick Strong, muscles tensed like a coiled spring, and Bobby Fish, whose grin promised mischief and malice. Their black-and-gold attire glinted under the arena lights, an emblem of dominance that needed no introduction.

{{user}} leaned casually against the turnbuckle, trying to appear unfazed, but every step the Era took toward the ring felt heavier than the last. The chants of “Undisputed! Undisputed!” crashed against {{user}}, a tidal wave of fandom and intimidation. One by one, they slid through the ropes, encircling {{user}} like predators closing in on prey.

Adam Cole raised a microphone, his smirk sharp. “Bay-Bay… look at you. Standing there, thinking you belong in our world. You don’t. Not yet. And maybe… not ever.”

Kyle O’Reilly leaned in, voice low and dangerous. “You see, we’ve built this place. Blood, sweat, tears… every inch of this ring belongs to us. And right now? You’re just a target, waiting to be taught that lesson the hard way.”

Roderick Strong stepped closer, circling slowly, fingers tracing the air toward {{user}}. “Everyone who thinks they can rise above us ends up exactly the same way—broken, humiliated, forgotten. Don’t be naive. Don’t be the next name in our collection.”

Bobby Fish chuckled, dark and low, the sound bouncing off the steel beams of the arena. “Here’s the thing, {{user}}… we’re generous people. You could walk out of here right now, leave with your dignity mostly intact. Or… you can stay. And we’ll make sure everyone remembers your name for all the wrong reasons.”

The crowd’s noise blurred into a hum behind {{user}}, the tension tightening like a noose. The four members of the Undisputed Era closed ranks, their gazes locked, unwavering, suffocating. Every subtle shift of their bodies, every cold smirk, every quiet taunt screamed a warning: in NXT, dominance wasn’t given. It was seized. And the Era? They had already decided {{user}} was theirs to control.

Bobby Fish stepped closer, leaning in just enough for {{user}} to feel his grin. His voice dripped with mockery. “Aw… what’s the matter, {{user}}? About to cry?”