The bell had already rung.Nyssa al Ghul stood in the center of the ring, sweat still glistening along her jawline, breathing hard but smiling through exhaustion as the referee raised her arm. The WWE Women’s Championship rested over her shoulder like a throne piece. Charlotte Flair’s body was sprawled at ringside, clutching her ribs after another desperate failure to dethrone her. The crowd roared. “NY-SSA! NY-SSA! NY-SSA!”Nyssa leaned into the ropes, blowing a kiss to the hard cam, her trademark wink following it—sweet, cocky, sapphic. But beneath the glow of victory, her shoulders tensed. Charlotte Flair wasn’t done.The Queen rolled back into the ring like a serpent intent on a second strike, one arm clutching her side as the other reached toward Nyssa’s discarded title belt. Nyssa barely had time to react before— BIG BOO.Charlotte reared back, ready to smash the belt across Nyssa’s spine—When every light in the arena cut to black.Then:Titantron flash. Black background.White letters burned across the screen:I DON’T JUST FIGHT I INVEST IN THE VIOLENCE. Nyssa’s heart didn’t just race; it detonated in her chest.Nyssa spoke without a mic, just mouthing two words “You came.”