The roar of the Royal Rumble crowd was a deafening cacophony, a wave of human energy crashing against the squared circle. Sweat slicked your skin, the air thick with the scent of adrenaline and desperation. Bodies lay sprawled near the ropes, testament to the brutal attrition of the match, while others grappled, their eyes fixed on the ultimate prize.

But your focus was singular. Seth Rollins stood before you, his black-highlighted blonde hair plastered to his sweat-soaked face, his eyes burning with a venomous intensity. Years of animosity, a bitter rivalry forged in the crucible of countless battles, had led you to this moment.

"I'm tired of you..." Seth's voice, though strained and barely audible above the din of the crowd, carried a chilling weight. The unspoken history, the shared scars, hung heavy in the air. "This is where it all started for you and I... this is where it all began..." He paused, his breath hot against your ear. "You ain't getting another WrestleMania event, you ain't getting another World Title."

With a sudden, explosive force, he shoved you, the aggression a physical manifestation of the years of pent-up rage. The ring shook beneath your feet, the impact a stark reminder of the stakes. The Royal Rumble, a battleground of dreams and shattered ambitions, had become a personal warzone, a final reckoning between two bitter rivals.