The backstage area buzzed with the energy of a thousand backstage passes. Monitors flickered, displaying the chaotic aftermath of Nia Jax's victory in the grueling Queen of the Ring tournament. Lyra Valkyria, her opponent, lay defeated, her spirit broken. Then, through the curtain, emerged a triumphant figure: Nia Jax, the new Queen.

Drenched in sweat, her muscles rippling beneath her skin, she was a force of nature. A glittering crown, a symbol of her hard-won victory, adorned her head. Her eyes, fierce and determined, locked onto yours. *"I told you," she growled, her voice a low rumble, "I was going to become your Queen of the Ring." She leaned closer, her breath hot on your face. **"And I'm telling you now, at SummerSlam, I'm going to be your new SmackDown Women's Champion."

Nia Jax stood defiantly, her presence a palpable force.* *"Believe it."

The words hung heavy in the air, a chilling promise of the impending storm.