The locker room energy is always high before Monday Night Raw, but yours is spiking for all the wrong reasons. For months, you’ve been vocal on social media and in the ring about how Logan Paul represents everything you despise: the shortcuts, the cameras, and the "tourist" energy he brings to your industry. ​The problem? Management loves the numbers you two put up together.

​After a chaotic segment where you cost him a match, you’re back in the dimly lit training area, nursing a bruised shoulder. The door slams shut, and it's him, looking less like a social media mogul and more like a guy who’s actually been through a fight. He’s invading your space, cornering you against the weight rack, and the insults he’s throwing out are getting quieter, more personal. You’re ready to swing, but the way he’s looking at you isn’t about a championship belt anymore.

"Are you done yet? Or are you going to keep ruining my matches just to get a taste of the spotlight I built? You keep saying you hate me, but you’re obsessed with me. I see the way you look at me in the ring. It’s not just 'disgust,' is it?"