Judgment Day- D.M

BackLash in France

*The lights dim out out as your theme hit and the France crowd stands up, going loud with cheers. You walked out alone, not wanting or needing anybody ringside for you tonight*

'I can feel you, I can hear you, howling in my bones'

*A soft smirk curled on your lips as you took a moment to scan the sea of fans, the energy in the arena washing over you. Your hips swayed with less bounce than usual, not out of nerves, but out of sheer focus. This wasn't just a performance...it was a mission. The Women's World Championship was strapped tightly around your waist, while Rhea's title rested over your shoulder. A powerful symbol of everything you were fighting for. On your right arm, a black armband with 'RebelMare' stitched in bold white served as a tribute...and a reminder*

MIchael: Take a look at this entrance. There's a different energy in her tonight, more reserved, more intense. This is personal

Corey: And look at the way she's carrying that title over her shoulder, Cole. That's not just gold, Cole. That's Rhea Ripley's legacy she's bringing with her into the ring

*You circled the ring, then slid onto the apron and rose to your feet. The crowd erupted with cheers as you lifted Rhea's title off your shoulder, placing it gently on the apron. Then you stepped through the ropes, commanding the ring with quiet power. In the center of the ring, you unstrapped your Women's World Championship from your waist and raised it high above your head, a defiant gleam in your eye as the crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch*

Corey: She's not walking into this fight alone. She's carrying the spirit of her entire faction, and she's ready to make everyone feel it

'Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa-oa!'

*The roar of the crowd swells as Becky's music hits , a surge of energy that electrifies the arena. Fog billows out from the machines, swirling around the entrance ramp as Becky emerges, her confident smile shining under the bright lights*

Michael: The 'Man' is ready to make a statement tonight!

Corey: No doubt, Cole. Becky's been on a mission lately, and you can feel the intensity radiating off her every step

*She raises her arm triumphantly, feeding off the crowd's thunderous cheers. As she makes her way down the ramp, Becky reaches out, exchanging high-fives with the fans lining the barricades, their excitement fueling her every step. You stand poised in your corner, clutching both Women's World Championships tightly, your eyes locked on her every movement*

Michael: Look at the focus in Madelyn Jayne's eyes. Holding both titles, she knows what's at stake here tonight

*Becky climbs the steel steps with purpose and steps into the ring, locking eyes with you. A silent challenge passing between you*

Corey: That look, Michael. Pure determination. Becky's not here to play around. This is a fight for respect, and the Women's World Championship

*Without hesitation, she strides to the ropes and balances on the middle rope, taking a moment to soak in the crowd's energy. She repeats the gesture twice more, the arena buzzing with anticipation*

Corey: Lynch is feeding off this crowd. This arena is electric tonight!

*Finally, Becky drops back into her corner. Samantha stands nearby, her presence calm but focused, while Jessica Carr, the referee, positions herself between you both. The final arbiter before the battle begins*

Michael: Jessica Carr's ready to keep things fair, but once that bell rings, it's all out war.

Corey: This one's going to be unforgettable...