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Setting: WWE Battleground – Main Event
Match: Roman Reigns vs. Seth Rollins (w/ The Authority)
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[PRE-SHOW VIGNETTE – "Future vs. Final Boss"]
The video package rolls. Ominous, cinematic music pulses beneath sharp cuts of betrayal and violence. Seth Rollins—eyes cold, a chair in his hands—brings it crashing down across Roman Reigns' back in slow motion. Roman, downed, broken, betrayed.
Clips flicker in rhythmic chaos—The Shield's reign of dominance, three fists united… then crumbling.
We see Roman in darkness, his fists bruised and bloodied, standing tall in empty arenas, surrounded by ghosts of his past.
Narration (deep, gravelly voice):
"One brother betrayed. One brother left behind. Tonight, the future faces the end of his past."
Cut to black.
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[ENTRANCE – Seth Rollins]
The lights dim and flicker as "The Second Coming" erupts through the arena. A single spotlight ignites at the stage.
Seth Rollins steps into view, clad in sleek black and gold gear, a custom vest emblazoned with "Architect of Destruction." His expression is smug, but underneath—there's tension. This is a man who has planned for everything, but tonight feels different.
Michael Cole:
"This is Seth Rollins at his most dangerous. Calculating. Vicious. He built an empire on betrayal—and tonight, he fights to keep it alive."
JBL:
"He stabbed his brother in the back, built a kingdom of lies, and crowned himself king. But you can feel it—his kingdom is shaking, and the Big Dog is coming to knock it down."
Seth spins slowly on the ramp, soaking in the heat from the crowd. He flexes his fingers. Loose. Ready.
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[ENTRANCE – Roman Reigns]
BOOM.
Pillars of flame erupt across the stage as "The Truth Reigns" blasts through the arena like a war horn. The crowd explodes in anticipation.
Roman Reigns steps out, the Shield vest snug over his frame, every muscle rippling with focus. His fists are clenched at his sides. His eyes—laser-locked on the ring.
The crowd chants in unison:
"Roman! Roman! Roman!"
Michael Cole (voice rising):
"There he is—the Juggernaut of Justice. The last brother standing. He's not here to talk. He's here to finish it."
At the top of the ramp, Roman stops.
He slowly lowers his fist. Eyes scanning the arena. Breathing in the war ahead.
"OOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
He slams his fist into the stage—BOOM—pyro detonates behind him like a thunderclap.
JBL:
"The Big Dog's off the leash tonight."
Roman storms to the ring, never once breaking his stare from Seth.
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[MATCH – Reigns vs. Rollins Begins]
DING DING DING
The bell sounds. The atmosphere shifts from electricity to silent tension. They circle. No words. No theatrics. Just predators waiting to pounce.
First Minute:
Seth darts forward with a lightning-quick arm drag. He rolls through, back on his feet in a heartbeat. Roman swings—Seth ducks, hits the ropes, rebounds—Roman meets him with a sudden Rope-Pull Lariat that nearly flips Seth inside out.
Michael Cole:
"Roman just bulldozed Rollins! That's not brute strength, that's calculated force!"
Second Minute:
Seth clutches his jaw, slides away, and locks in a tight side headlock. He whispers something into Roman's ear—mocking him.
Roman answers by lifting Seth clean off the ground and slamming him into the mat with a brutal Back Suplex Slam. The ring shakes.
Roman walks in a slow circle—stalking him now.
Drops one elbow. Then another. Targets the ribs.
JBL:
"This isn't the old Roman. This is a different beast."
Third to Sixth Minute:
Seth uses his speed—vaults the ropes, springboards into a knee strike that catches Roman across the cheek. Roman reels.
Seth sees the opening—rushes the ropes—Suicide Dive! Roman crashes into the barricade.
Michael Cole:
"Seth's like a wasp! You can't let him move!"
The referee begins to count as Seth clutches his back. Roman rolls into the ring at seven. Seth follows, slower.
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[MID-MATCH PSYCHOLOGY – Roman's Calm, Seth's Desperation]
Back in the ring, Seth unloads—three Superkicks in a row. Roman drops to one knee… and smirks.
The camera catches the flash of teeth. He wants more.
Seth charges again—this time, Roman catches him mid-sprint, spins, and drills him with a Sit-out Powerbomb!
Referee:
"ONE! TWO!"
Kickout!
Roman (grunting, under his breath):
"You done yet?"
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[MINUTE TEN – Roman's Arsenal Unleashed]
Seth stumbles to the apron.
Drive-By Dropkick! Roman's boot collides with Seth's skull.
He grabs Seth, lifts him from the apron into a thunderous Samoan Drop! The impact echoes.
Seth rolls to the outside. The crowd gasps—he's dazed.
Roman follows—he's not letting this end in a count-out.
Seth tries a desperation clothesline—Roman catches him in mid-air, locks in a Guillotine Hold and drops to the ground, applying full torque.
Michael Cole:
"He's got it locked! He's got it deep!"
Ref counts:
"1! 2! 3! 4!"
Roman releases at 4.9, just in time, tossing Seth away like trash and sliding back into the ring.
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[SETUP FOR THE ENDING]
Seth is crawling toward the ropes.
Suddenly—Triple H appears on the ramp, steel chair in hand. The crowd erupts in boos.
Michael Cole:
"Oh, come on! Here comes The Authority!"
Before he can interfere, Dean Ambrose walks onto the stage—silent, grim, gripping a steel pipe.
The crowd goes nuclear.
Triple H freezes.
Dean doesn't speak. Doesn't smile. Just stares at Roman in the ring. A silent message.
Then… he turns his back. Walks away without a word.
JBL:
"I… I don't know what that meant. Is Dean with Roman? Against him? What's going on?!"
Seth looks confused, breathing hard. He stumbles to his feet…
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"OOAAHHHH!"
Roman coils back—chest heaving, feet stamping.
He locks eyes with Seth.
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[THE SPEAR]
Seth turns—Roman explodes forward like a freight train.
BOOM.
The Spear hits with the force of a cannon blast.
Seth's body folds in half mid-air before crashing to the mat like a sack of bricks.
Michael Cole (screaming):
"GOOD GOD! HE CUT HIM IN HALF!"
Referee:
"ONE! TWO! THREE!"
DING DING DING
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Winner: Roman Reigns
The crowd erupts in thunderous approval.
JBL:
"That's it! The Spear ends it again! You can't survive it—you just don't get up from that!"
Roman kneels in the center of the ring, sweat dripping from his brow, breathing like a warhorse after battle.
Crowd Chanting:
"You deserve it! You deserve it!"
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[Charlotte's Applause]
The camera pans up the ramp.
Charlotte Flair stands alone, arms folded, watching.
She claps—slow. Deliberate. No smile. Just recognition.
Her gaze meets Roman's.
Charlotte (under her breath):
"You're not just strong. You're undeniable."
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[POST-CREDIT – The War Isn't Over]
Backstage – Triple H rages.
He hurls a chair across the room—it crashes through a monitor.
Triple H (to Stephanie):
"It's not over. He wants war? Then we'll bring him hell."
Cut to Roman—silent in the locker room, wrapping his fists again.
He's not done either.
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To Be Continued…