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Location: Monday Night RAW – Main Arena & Backstage
Focus: Roman begins to feel the heat of the spotlight as both allies and rivals grow suspicious. Seth grows distant. Dean watches in silence. Meanwhile, Charlotte issues an open challenge, and AJ Lee begins a game of seduction that's as strategic as it is emotional.
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[Scene: RAW Backstage – The Shield's Locker Room]
The door slams.
Roman Reigns steps in, his gear drenched in sweat, chest rising like a storm waiting to break. He throws his gloves into the locker without looking at Seth or Dean.
Dean (half-smirk): "That was one hell of a match."
Seth (arms crossed): "Solo spotlight. Your choice?"
Roman wipes his face with a towel, voice low and controlled.
Roman: "Hunter handed it to me. I didn't ask."
Seth: "But you didn't say no."
Dean: "Alright, easy, boys."
Seth's glare lingers for a beat too long before he walks out, his silence louder than any threat.
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[Scene: Arena – Later That Night]
Charlotte Flair vs. Natalya – Singles Match
Michael Cole: "The Queen's back on RAW after a dominating NXT run."
JBL: "And she's not wasting time. She's here to make a statement."
Charlotte's entrance hits—regal, powerful, but with an extra edge tonight. Her robe flares as she struts down the ramp, the camera zooming in on the confident, predatory glint in her eye.
King: "She's a Queen, Cole. And she's looking for a King to rule with."
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[Scene: Post-Match – Charlotte's Challenge]
Charlotte wins after a beautiful bridging Figure Eight submission. She takes the mic.
Charlotte: "Dominance isn't earned with handouts. It's taken. And I don't just want a title. I want a war. So I'm looking for someone… worthy."
The crowd buzzes.
Charlotte (smirking): "Roman Reigns. If you're done playing pack leader, step into my kingdom."
Cut to backstage. Roman watches the screen, eyes narrowing—not with surprise, but interest.
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[Scene: Main Event – Tag Match: Roman Reigns & R-Truth vs. The Bar]
Michael Cole: "Strange bedfellows tonight—Roman teaming with R-Truth against Cesaro and Sheamus."
JBL: "R-Truth's comedy aside, The Bar ain't no joke. Roman better be ready."
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[Entrances]
Cesaro & Sheamus: United, grim, boots pounding the steel ramp. The camera cuts to their hands slapping in rhythm before they enter the ring like twin juggernauts.
R-Truth: Wild, goofy energy, rapping to the crowd, but the moment Roman's music hits—
The tribal horns hit.
The lights cut to red and gold.
Roman walks out slowly, fire in his eyes.
No smile. No shield vest. Just fury in motion.
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[Match Start – Bell Rings]
Cesaro starts off with R-Truth.
R-Truth uses speed—ducking under clotheslines, hitting quick leg drops. Crowd is loving it.
But one blind tag—
BOOM! Uppercut from Cesaro.
R-Truth goes down hard.
Cesaro drags him to the corner, tags in Sheamus. Double-team suplex—Truth's body folds like paper.
JBL: "That's how you break someone. One bone at a time."
R-Truth reaches—tags Roman in!
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[Roman Enters – Fight Slows, Intensifies]
Crowd roars.
Cesaro steps in.
They circle—heavy footsteps like thunder.
Cesaro swings—Roman ducks, left jab, right hook—
Cesaro staggers—Roman slams him into the corner—
1! 2! 3!
Punches rain like war drums.
Cesaro slips out—hits an uppercut!
Roman staggers—Cesaro bounces off ropes—
Roman hits a sudden Spinebuster!
1…2… Kickout!
Roman gets up—hits the ropes—
Drive-By Kick!
Tags Sheamus in, charges again—
Clothesline! Clothesline! Samoan Drop!
Sheamus gets up groggy—
Superman Punch!
Crowd: "Roman! Roman!"
Michael Cole: "This is pure dominance!"
But Cesaro grabs Roman's foot—cheap shot! Sheamus gets up—BROGUE KICK—
Roman ducks!
SPEAR! Mid-air—cuts Sheamus in half!
1…
2…
3!
DING DING DING!
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[Post-Match – Crowd Cheers. But Roman's Face? Still Stone.]
He gets his hand raised. No celebration. No smile.
The camera zooms in.
Charlotte watching from backstage monitor, arms crossed. Smirking.
AJ Lee—appearing from the shadows behind her.
AJ: "He doesn't even know he's being hunted by Queens."
Charlotte: "Let's see who captures the King first."
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[Final Scene: Roman Alone – Rooftop Gym]
Later that night, Roman trains alone. Sweat pours. His eyes are locked on the heavy bag. Every punch echoes with something deeper than rage—something old, tribal, primal.
Behind him, footsteps. He doesn't turn.
Voice (familiar, soft): "You're not just strong. You're meant for something greater."
He turns slowly.
AJ Lee.
She steps close, places a hand on his chest.
AJ: "Let me be there… when the empire begins."
Roman doesn't respond—just stares. And lets her hand stay.
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To Be Continued…