Setting: Monday Night RAW (Post-Battleground)
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[OPENING SEGMENT – THE BIG DOG RETURNS]
Location: Toyota Center, Houston. Lights pulsing. Fans buzzing with anticipation. The aftermath of Battleground is still fresh in everyone's minds.
Michael Cole (over roaring crowd):
"Ladies and gentlemen, after what we witnessed last night—Roman Reigns might just be the most dominant force in this industry today!"
"DAAAAN! DA-NAHHHH!"
The screen shatters with sound. Flames explode on the stage as Roman Reigns' entrance theme blasts through the arena like a war drum.
The crowd erupts. Signs fill the air: "BELIEVE IN REIGNS", "ONE SPEAR TO RULE THEM ALL", "BREAK THE THRONE."
Roman steps out in the same black vest from Battleground, boots echoing, eyes steeled like a war general returning from victory.
He walks with calculated power, each step punctuated by thousands chanting:
"RO-MAN! RO-MAN! RO-MAN!"
He enters the ring slowly, microphone in hand, letting the roar of the crowd breathe.
He stares down the hard cam—dead silence now as the crowd hangs on his breath.
Roman (cold, razor-sharp):
"They sent the future at me... I sent him to the past."
Fans pop.
Roman (low growl):
"You still want a war, Hunter? Fine. I'll burn your kingdom down."
He tosses the mic. The sound echoes like a gavel slamming. The camera zooms on Roman's face—jaw tight, eyes locked. The arena shivers with anticipation.
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[THE AUTHORITY STRIKES BACK]
"TIME TO PLAY THE GAME…"
The sinister riff of Motorhead hits. The crowd rains boos as Triple H walks onto the stage in a tailored suit, jaw tight with fury. Stephanie McMahon beside him, red lipstick sharp as venom, eyes locked on Roman. Behind them, limping and bruised—Seth Rollins appears, ribs taped, fire still in his eyes.
JBL:
"They're not here to play games anymore."
Triple H (mocking smile):
"You think this is over, Roman? That you get to walk into my show, break my soldiers, and run your mouth?"
Stephanie (stern):
"This is RAW. This is our empire. And you don't go to war with the Authority without consequences."
Seth Rollins (gritting teeth, breath ragged):
"You think last night was it, Roman? Nah. You just poked the architect. SummerSlam… Falls. Count. Anywhere. You and me. I'm tearing you apart piece by piece."
The crowd explodes.
Michael Cole:
"Oh my God. It's happening. Round two—unleashed!"
Roman just smirks and raises his fist to his chest.
Roman:
"Good. Just means more places for me to break you."
Crowd chants:
"YES! YES! YES!"
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[BACKSTAGE SEGMENT – QUEEN MEETS KING]
Roman, backstage in the locker room, wraps tape around his fists like a man prepping for battle. His brow is furrowed, his breath slow and steady. The hallway lights flicker slightly—and in walks Charlotte Flair.
She's dressed in a sleek crimson jacket, black leather pants, confidence radiating from every step. She doesn't speak immediately—just stands there, arms folded, examining the man before her like a queen surveying a lion.
Charlotte (grinning):
"They can stack the deck all they want. Doesn't matter when you're the house."
Roman slowly looks up from his fists, expression unreadable.
Roman (gruff):
"You here to watch the bloodbath too?"
Charlotte (smirk sharp as a blade):
"No, Roman. I'm here to make sure the strongest survive… together."
Their eyes lock—tense silence. Power meets power. Charlotte steps in closer, her voice a whisper now.
Charlotte:
"Think about it."
She brushes past him, her shoulder grazing his arm as she exits. Roman doesn't move. Doesn't blink. But something shifts in his stare.
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[MATCH – ROMAN REIGNS VS. CORPORATE KANE]
Michael Cole:
"This isn't just a match—it's a message from The Authority. Roman Reigns is walking into war tonight."
Kane's pyro erupts. The Big Red Monster stomps down in slacks and the classic mask, emotionless, methodical. Roman stands in the ring—focused, composed. The crowd is rumbling.
Bell Rings
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FIRST PHASE – The Authority's Monster Attacks
Kane wastes no time—rushes Roman with a running clothesline, rocking the Big Dog into the corner. He unloads heavy body shots, then delivers a corner lariat, sandwiching Roman's ribs.
JBL:
"Kane's not just here to win—he's here to punish!"
Kane follows with a short-arm clothesline, dropping Roman. Picks him up and Snake Eyes on the top turnbuckle, followed by a big boot that nearly takes Roman's head off.
1… 2… Kickout!
Kane taunts the crowd, stalking Roman. Attempts a Sidewalk Slam—connects!
Michael Cole:
"Roman's getting overwhelmed early!"
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SECOND PHASE – Roman Fights Back
Kane grabs Roman by the throat—but Roman elbows out, firing stiff shots to the gut. Roman bounces off the ropes—
LEAPING LARIAT!
Another Clothesline!
He hits the ropes—Flying Clothesline #3!
Kane stumbles but doesn't fall.
Roman with a Samoan Drop! The crowd erupts.
JBL:
"That's a 300-pound man!"
Roman lines him up—clotheslines Kane over the top rope! Reigns follows, slamming Kane's head off the steel steps. He charges—Drive-By Dropkick! Kane slams back-first into the ring post.
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THIRD PHASE – Chaos Escalates
Back in the ring, Kane suckers Roman in and catches him with a big uppercut, followed by a Side Slam.
1… 2… Kickout!
Kane grabs Roman for the Tombstone Piledriver—but Roman kicks his legs, sliding out—
SUPERMAN PUNCH—NO!
Kane catches him by the throat—CHOKESLAM!
1… 2… NO!!
Michael Cole:
"He kicked out! Roman Reigns will not stay down!"
Kane signals for the Tombstone again. Crowd booing. He lifts—but Roman wriggles free again, lands on his feet!
SUPERMAN PUNCH!
Kane stumbles. Roman hits the ropes—
ANOTHER SUPERMAN PUNCH!
Kane falls to one knee.
Roman (roaring):
"OOAAHHHH!"
HE CHARGES—SPEAR!
Kane flips inside out.
Michael Cole (exploding):
"Another Spear! Another exclamation point!"
1… 2… 3!
DING DING DING!
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WINNER: ROMAN REIGNS
Michael Cole:
"Kane brought hell—but Roman Reigns just keeps rising through fire!"
Roman rises slowly, chest heaving. The crowd is deafening.
JBL (uneasy):
"If I'm Seth Rollins, I'm watching every second of this… and I'm terrified."
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[POST-MATCH – SOMEONE WATCHES]
Roman's hand is raised. But the camera cuts to a shadowy figure seated high in the crowd. Hood up. Face hidden. Hands clenched.
The figure slowly stands.
Michael Cole:
"Wait a minute… who—who is that?"
JBL:
"Somebody's watching. And it ain't admiration."
The figure fades into the crowd.
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[CLOSING SEGMENT – THE INVITATION]
Backstage—Charlotte stands with Sasha Banks. A storm of elegance and control.
Sasha (grinning):
"You sure about this? He's not exactly… tame."
Charlotte (with a smirk):
"I don't want him tamed. I want him unleashed."
She holds up a black envelope—Roman Reigns' name etched in bold silver across it.
The Queen's move has been made.
Fade to black.
The war is just beginning.
TO BE CONTINUED…