Roman Reigns:
"Las Vegas.... Acknowledge me!!"
The roar that follows is visceral. Roman paces the length of the ring, looking down at the front row before turning back to his cousins.
"Vegas, I told you. I told every single one of you months ago. I looked into the camera of McAfee show, and I told you that this place is sinking. I told you the 'Standard' had fallen. I saw Champions who were happy just to be on the poster. I saw a locker room full of boys thinking their men, while the prestige of the company my family helped build was rotting away."
He stops and taps the side of his head.
"The WWE didn't need a hero. It didn't need the "best in the world." It needed its Needle mover. It needed the one man who knows what it feels like to carry the weight of an entire company on his back without breaking a sweat."
He glances at Jimmy and Jey, gesturing to their titles.
"I'm proud of us. We went to Mania, and we did exactly what the Bloodline does. We cleaned up the mess. I took out 'fragile Phil'. I silenced the voices that said I couldn't do it on my own. And you showed the world why you're the best tag team that ever stepped foot into the squared circle. And now look at us. The hierarchy is restored. The island is relevant again, which means WWE is revelat again"
The cheers emerge yet again from the crowd.
"Punk found out that there's a difference between being a 'rebel' and being the Head of the table. One gets you a t-shirt, the other gets you a throne. So now that we have all the gold again, it's safe to say the Bloodline is back in the driving seats. That means we run all of WWE, and there isn't anyone who can do a damn thing about it."
Just the OTM music hits. NIima and Price made their way down to the ramp, with their NXT Tag championsships in hand. They stood at the top of the ramp, staring down The Bloodline.
Roman and the Usos lean against the ropes, laughing. Jimmy and Jey are mocking them, gesturing for them to come down to the ring, but Nima and Price don't move an inch. They just stand there, staring.
Suddenly, the arena goes pitch black. A second late, a deep, distorted bassline begins to vibrate through the stadium floor. It's not the usual theme they are used to. But a song they know all too well. It was the clean version of NLE Choppa's "Final Warning."
As the baseline has people going nuts, Jaxon makes his slow exit out. He's wearing a tailored black vest, over it his signature black Jean Jacket. And the Evolve Championship gripped tightly and dragged in his right hand. He didn't look at the crowd. He doesn't look at the lights. He walks past Nima and Price, stopping right between them. He stares down the ramp, his eyes locked onto the Bloodline.
Cole:
"There he is !! The New Evolve Champion. The 'KingPin' of The Trenches has arrived on Monday Night Raw!! Talk about aura."
OTM climbs into the ring and slowly enters the ring. Jaxon slowly places the mic on his lips as he smirks, looking at Roman.
"Roman Reigns. OTC... Head of the table. It's an honor to meet you and your Bloodline. Allow us to introduce ourselves. We are OTM. And, we couldn't help but notice you saying the Bloodline is back in business and runs 'all' of WWE."
The fans cheer at the mention of the Bloodline running WWE. Roman himself nods and throws the one up for good measure.
Jaxon nods mockingly before continuing.
"I mean, why wouldn't you think that? You just got a major win over CM Punk at Mania. The Usos retained against their biggest Opps in The New day, you guys are riding high on the Wrestlemania momentum."
He paused before continuing.
"But don't get it twisted, Roman. You guys are champions, no doubt. But, how can you run WWE when you're only champions of one brand? OTM here are the Champions of not only the NXT Tag division but the Evolves Men division. That's two brand, so that mean if anyone has a right to say they understand WWE, it's us!!"
Roman's jaw tightens. He takes a slow step toward jaxon, his eyes cold. Jimmy and Jey in 'war mode' flanked Roman, their eyes darting between Nima and Price.
Roman:
(Voice low, almost a whisper, but it carries through the whole arena)
"You think holding a title in a warehouse in Orlando makes you my equal? You think 'The Trenches' prepared you for the deep water I swim in? Kid...I've main-evented more Wrestlemanias than you had matches. I've carried this company through hell and pandemics while you were still in bingo halls. "
Roman looks at the Evolve Championship dragging on the mat.
"You're brave coming out here without an invite. I'll give you that. But there's a difference between being a leader on a few blocks and being the leader of a whole dynasty. I don't care how many brands you think you run. When you stand in this ring, on my show... you're nothing. And you're starting to overstay your welcome, kid."
Jaxon:
(Smikrs, leaning in closer until he's inches from Roman's face)
"Maybe I haven't made my intentions clear here. You want to talk about 'Standard,' but OTM is the standard. We didn't come here to ask for a seat at your table, Roman. We came to tell you that the table is getting a little bit too dusty. Maybe it's time for some new management to dust it off a bit."
Jimmy:
"Ay, ay! You talking crazy now, Uce! You want to talk about new tranches and all that. But, Jey, correct me if I'm wrong. But it seems to me we have a Temu Bloodline on our hands here!"
Jey:
"Nah, you ain't wrong. They came out here talking about new management, guess what, kids. You're looking at the family that's been managing and running this company for generations. Hack, we still gon' run it in the next as well."
Jaxon:
(Ignoring the Usos, eyes locked on Roman)
"I'd say the same too if I was coming from generations of Nepo babies. And that's the thing that irritates me about people like you! You had everything handed to you throughout your whole careers. But that's not the problem, the problem is when you don't know when to exit the table after getting your fill. So let me ask you, OG's, who do you think is more dangerous right now? A group of Dusty ass Nepo babies , who can't see they're past their prime, or OTM? A brotherhood of young, hungry, and focused young bloods with nothing to lose?"
Roman:
"Well, there's only one way to find out."
Roman drops his mic and title as the usos follow, the crowd now starting to shout "OTC" as they notice this motion.
Jaxon and OTM also drop their titles as an answer, but just before the first fist if thrown. Raw, SmackDown, and NXT General managers make their way out accompanied by security.
Stones:
"No, no, no. OTM, not tonight."
The tension in the ring is a powder charge, security and officials were acting as a human wall between the two groups. The crowd is in a frenzy, half chanting for the Bloodline with a minority chanting for OTM.
The three GMs walked to the ring.
Pearce:
"Enough!! Everyone take a step back before you do something you might regret!:
The security guards struggle to keep Nima amd Price from lunging at the Usos, while Roman and Jaxon haven't moved am inch. They are still locked in a stare-stare-down, the air between them thick with pure, uncut hostility.
Aldis:
"Gentlemen. We were in a meeting regarding the upcoming Draft. We were discussing the future of this industry, but it seems that the future decided to walk through the front door and kick the table over themselves."
Jones:
"Jaxon, when I siad represent NXT, I didn't mean look for a fight with the biggest star in the WWE!! But...clearly, the 'Trenches ' seems to not follow the rules I set."
He looks at the other two Gms,.the three of them exchanging a sharp nod.
Pearce:
"Since both of you are all red and ready to go, you can have your fight, tonight in the main event, it's gonna be OTM against the Bloodline!!!"
The crowd cheers at the thought of Roman wrestling on Raw, as it had become something so rare nowadays. Jaxon amd Roman without breaking their stare goes down and picks up their resoectiful Titles. Roman raises his , Jaxon answers by Raising his own. The two look at each other and trash talk each other as the Camera cuts to add breaks.
Roman:
"Tonight I'm gonna hand you an Ass whooping."
Jaxon:
"I'm gonna put you to sleep, old man. You never faced anyone like me before."
Meanwhile on X
@wrestlingfanatic
"I don't know, I think this Jaxon kid is getting overpushed too fast."
@WrestlingGeek
"Man, what the hell are you talking about? Jaxon really has the Roman type Aura. Go watch his Indie matches, nothing but pure dominance😔🙌🏾🙌🏾!!!
@OTCFan1
"Bro, I noticed!!! Bro moves and Cuts Promos like Roman. It's like watching Roman fight his Reflection, it's weird😂😂
@JayCarter007
"Bro, that's literally what made me a Jaxon fan. I started off hating him 'cause I thought he was a Roman wanna be. But after watching his matches I saw that his not a wanna be, He is the NeXT Roman 😭😭😭. BRO HAS OTC AURA."