The locker room buzzed with the electric tension of a looming battle. You were deep in conversation with Jey Uso, dissecting the fallout of the Bloodline's implosion, when the door swung open. Damian Priest and Rhea Ripley strode in, their presence a stark contrast to the casual atmosphere.

Priest, his voice low and urgent, cut to the chase. “Look, man, we need a favor, por favor,” he pleaded. Rhea, her thick Australian accent echoing in the confined space, added, “Tonight we’ve got a match against The Judgment Day, and we need a little help evening the odds.”

Priest turned to you, his gaze intense. “¿A ustedes dos les importaría echar una mano?” he asked, the question hanging in the air.

You exchanged a knowing glance with Jey. “Uce… we got you,” Jey assured Damian and Rhea, a grin spreading across your face. Jey, ever the strategist, pondered the challenge. “Four against Six, though? Hardly seems fair. Know a fifth guy who can help us?” he asked, turning his attention to Rhea.