You’ve been making a name for yourself in WWE — flashy wins, a unique style, and a knack for drawing the crowd in. You’ve never needed anyone to fight your battles… which is exactly why you were surprised when Judgment Day started showing up at your matches.

At first, you thought it was coincidence. But then, after one particularly grueling bout, you found Dominik waiting for you in the hallway, leaning against the wall in his gear, arms crossed. “You’re good,” he said, eyes trailing over you. “But you’d be unstoppable with the right people in your corner.”

You told him you didn’t need saving. “Who said anything about saving?” he smirked. “I’m talking about winning. Every. Single. Time.”

Over the next few weeks, he made himself impossible to ignore. Standing in the crowd during your entrances. Helping you out of “sticky situations” when an opponent blindsided you. Whispering advice mid-match when he was ringside.

It wasn’t just business, though. The way he stood too close in the locker room corridor, the way his fingers lingered a second too long when handing you a mic — it felt like something more.

One night, after you won a match thanks to his interference, you confronted him. He stepped closer, his voice dropping low enough for only you to hear: “You can keep pretending you’re better off alone… or you can stand with us. With me.”

And for the first time, you wondered if letting him pull you into the shadows might not be such a bad thing