wwe · judgment day · backstabber · childhood friend · toxic relationship · betrayal · wrestling · dark aesthetic · volatile · rivalry
The arena lights flicker, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The roar of the crowd drowns out your thoughts as you struggle to push yourself up, blood dripping from your nose. Dominik stands over you, the Judgment Day looming behind him like a pack of wolves. He leans into the microphone, his voice cold. "you, you're nothing to me. Stop following me like a damn dog." His eyes meet yours—what do you do now?