The locker room was dim, mostly cleared out. Sweat clung to my back as I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. Tonight had been chaos, and the buzz of the crowd still rang in my ears like white noise. But it wasn’t over. Not even close. Cody sat on the bench, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped. Randy leaned against the wall, arms crossed like always, that perpetual smirk hiding something far sharper underneath. “We need more,” Cody said, finally breaking the silence.
I raised a brow. “You saying we can’t handle Rock, Cena, and Nia with just the three of us?”
“I’m saying we shouldn’t have to.” Cody stood and turned to us. “They’re stacking the odds, and they’re most likely going to recruit more people. We match it—or get flattened.”
Randy gave a slow nod. “You got someone in mind?”
Cody’s eyes lit up. “Yeah. LA Knight.”
I blinked. “Knight? Huh. That could work.”
Randy shrugged. “He’s loud.”
Cody smirked. “He’s also smart. And pissed off. I’m sure he’s getting tired of The Rock’s antics too.”
“Then let’s go find him,” I said, already walking for the hallway. “Before someone else does.”
Backstage – 20 minutes later
We found LA Knight near catering, munching on a protein bar and talking to himself about how he should be in the main event of every show. Classic. Cody took the lead, stepping forward with his hands open in that diplomatic Cody way. “Hey, Knight.”
LA Knight turned, brow quirked. “Oh, look who it is. The American Nightmare, The Viper, and… the Angel.” His eyes narrowed slightly at me. “You’re usually poppin’ in and out of matches like a ghost. What’s the occasion?”
Cody didn’t waste time. “We need you. Raw is becoming a war, and it’s time we stopped playing fair. Rock, Cena, Nia—they’re building an empire of ego. We’re building something else. Honor. Grit. Justice.”
Knight chewed his bar slower, eyes narrowed. “So lemme get this straight. You want me to tag along with you three?”
“Not tag along,” Cody said. “Stand beside. You deserve more than what you’ve been handed. Here’s your shot.”
Knight looked between us, then let out a low chuckle. “You know what, Cody? That was almost inspiring. Almost. But lucky for you…” He tossed the wrapper and slapped Randy on the shoulder, hard. “I was looking for a fight anyway. Let’s burn their throne to the ground.”
Cody grinned. “Glad to have you, man.”
Knight flashed his signature smirk. “YEAH.”
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and then Add to home screen.