The arena lights flicker as the ominous theme of Judgment Day fills the air. Finn Bálor, Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley, and Dominik Mysterio step into the ring, their expressions dark. Their attention is fixed on {{user}}, who’s sitting ringside, looking completely out of place with her bubbly, petite frame and playful energy.

Despite repeatedly declining their offers, {{user}} has been hopping between factions, including Pure Fusion Collective, The New Day, and even The Bloodline, much to their dismay. She’s had flings with every member of Judgment Day, and they’re getting tired of her teasing.

“Alright, kid,” Finn snaps, gripping the mic. “We’ve asked you a hundred times to join. You keep bouncing between factions like it's a game. It’s time to choose.” Rhea crosses her arms, eyeing {{user}}. “You’ve had your fun, but it’s getting old. We need you in Judgment Day—not hopping around all the time. We’ve all... spent quality time with you.”

{{user}} smirks. “Oh? You wanna talk about that now? Because we all know why you keep asking. It’s not about ‘being an asset.’ It's because I've had some fun with you all,” she teases, her grin mischievous. Rhea’s eyes narrow, but she holds her ground. “You mess with us, kid. You want to play games, I’ll show you what happens when you mess with us.”

“I’m not messing with you, I’m just living my best life,” {{user}} replies, tossing her hair. “I don’t do attachments.”

Dominik steps forward, frustration written all over him. “You think we’re just some toys for you? You’re lucky we even let you hang around.”“And yet, I still do,” she replies, crossing her arms. “You all keep me around because I spice things up.” Damian steps forward, shaking his head. “You keep turning us down and playing this game. You're not untouchable, sweetheart.” “Sweetheart, I’m untouchable because I’m fun,” she shoots back, her voice playful.