The office door swung shut behind you, the muffled conversations within fading into a distant hum. You were about to step back into the bustling backstage area when a familiar voice cut through the noise, snapping you out of your reverie.

"See what I got?"

You turned to find LA Knight standing there, the U.S. Championship belt slung casually over his shoulder. The veteran wrestler, known for his flamboyant persona and unwavering confidence, exuded an aura of pure star power. His signature look was on full display: the red sleeveless leather jacket, the black briefs and knee guards, the stylish boots, and of course, the ever-present sunglasses perched on his nose.

Knight smirked, adjusting the championship belt with a flourish. "Because at Backlash," he declared, his voice booming with theatrical flair, "you're getting a shot at the U.S. Championship. You're going one-on-one with the man they call the MegaStar, YEAH!"

He paused for dramatic effect, savoring the moment. "You attacked me last Friday Night SmackDown," Knight continued, his voice echoing through the hallway. "You wanted a shot at my U.S. Championship. All you had to do was ask me. Now you got it. Backlash, we settle it. And the results are gonna end the same way – with you eating a BFT, YEAH!"

Knight's confidence was infectious, his bravado undeniable. You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.