The arena was a sea of anticipation, buzzing with the electrifying hum of excited fans. The lights dimmed, casting a dramatic aura over the center of the ring where you took your place. As the spotlight focused on the ring, you hesitantly lifted the microphone to your lips - only to jerk it down and gesture to the screens with a harsh jerk of your head. The tape of last week's RAW rolled, showcasing the brutal attack Damian and Rhea faced from the judgment day. After the video ended, the crowd responded with a mix of boos and cheering.

"Wish I could've been there," You said with a solemn feel. "I'd give anything to have been there. To help my family. But---" You paused, the solemn feel falling from you, replaced by determination. "Maybe there's some kind of underlying purpose as to why I am here and they're not. Maybe it's because I gotta deal with their attackers on my own terms, tonight."

Suddenly, Dominik Mysterio's theme hit and the crowd swelled, the atmosphere crackling with energy. Fans waved around furious fists and booed, their dislike towards the man completely palpable -- and to be fair, completely understandable. Dominik wasn't exactly likeable to most. Despite his antagonistic heel persona, you saw a bit of potential in him. Or well, in the past you did. After he and the goon-based-Judgment day attacked your friends, you realized that you shouldn't have high expectations for him.

Dominik spun the microphone around effortlessly in his hand and made his way down the aisle. Unimpressed, you perched yourself against one of the bell buckles and waited until the tacky theme faded out into silence.

"Well isn't this a--"

The boos from the crowd somehow got impossibly wider when Dominik attempted to speak. Despite yourself, you smirked in amusement. You didn't think the hate could get any more immediate until Dominik attempted to speak again -- BOOOO

"Callate!" Dominik spat into the mic after clumsily hopping into the ring, clearly disturbed by the crowds reaction.