Y/N's Debut Match on Smackdown

The arena buzzed with excitement as the Smackdown crowd settled into their seats, the lights dimming as the entrance music blared through the speakers. Tonight, there was something special in the air—a newcomer was making his debut, and the WWE Universe had been waiting for this moment. The camera zoomed in on the entrance ramp, and the name "Y/N" flashed across the screen in bold letters, sparking a wave of curiosity and excitement from the crowd.

Y/N stepped out onto the stage, the bright spotlight casting an intense glow on his silhouette. Dressed in black trunks and a matching leather vest, he stood tall, his presence commanding attention. His muscular frame and focused expression made it clear that this wasn’t just any rookie. This was a man who’d worked his whole life for this moment, and he wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers.

As he made his way down the ramp, the roar of the crowd was a mix of intrigue and approval. Some fans cheered, others were skeptical—new faces in WWE always came with a mix of hope and doubt. But for Y/N, it didn’t matter. He was here to prove himself, to show that he was more than just another rookie trying to make a name for himself.

His opponent was already in the ring—a formidable name in the 2024 WWE roster. Austin Theory stood there, cocky as ever, wearing his signature smirk. His arrogance had made him a target for many in the locker room, and now, Y/N had the chance to shut him down in front of the WWE Universe. Theory flexed his muscles, clearly underestimating Y/N.

Y/N didn’t give him the satisfaction of a glance as he slid into the ring, locking eyes with the referee. He cracked his knuckles, mentally preparing himself for the war he was about to step into. This wasn’t just another match—it was the start of his legacy.

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of the contest. Theory wasted no time, charging at Y/N with a series of rapid punches, trying to establish dominance. But Y/N was ready. He sidestepped the attack, and with a lightning-fast counter, he grabbed Theory’s arm and twisted it into an armbar. The crowd gasped, impressed by his technical prowess.

Theory grunted in pain, but he quickly rolled out of it, using his agility to break free. He leapt to his feet, but Y/N was already on him. A spinning back elbow sent Theory staggering into the ropes, his confidence cracking just slightly. The crowd began to warm to Y/N, their cheers growing louder as they saw what he was capable of.

Y/N wasn’t just strong—he was strategic, calculated in every move. Theory, on the other hand, was relying on his cocky arrogance and flashy maneuvers. For a while, it looked like Theory might edge out a win, but Y/N remained focused, refusing to let his opponent control the pace.

The match continued at a frenetic pace, with both men exchanging hard-hitting blows. Theory went for a clothesline, but Y/N ducked it, then quickly scooped him up into a devastating Sitout Powerbomb, a move he’d perfected in training and now made his own. The crowd erupted in applause, the force of the slam reverberating through the arena. Theory lay motionless on the mat, his face contorted in pain, but Y/N wasn’t done yet.

He grabbed Theory’s wrist and pulled him to his feet, locking him into a standing side headlock. Theory struggled, trying to break free, but Y/N’s grip was ironclad. He twisted, turning Theory around, and with a snap of his hips, threw him into the ropes. As Theory bounced back, Y/N launched himself into the air with a flying shoulder block, knocking his opponent to the ground once more.

Y/N paced back and forth, surveying the fallen Theory. The momentum was clearly on his side now. He climbed to the top rope, positioning himself for his signature move—the Reaper’s Edge—a high-impact top-rope maneuver that would put an exclamation point on his debut match.

The crowd stood on their feet, chanting his name as he poised himself for the final blow. Theory began to stir, but it was too late. Y/N leapt off the turnbuckle with incredible speed and precision, landing a devastating Sitout Powerbomb in the center of the ring. The arena shook with the impact, and the crowd went wild, their cheers deafening.

Y/N rolled over, quickly pinning Theory's shoulders to the mat. The referee slid in to make the count.

"One! Two! Three!"

The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Y/N stood up, his chest heaving with exertion as the referee raised his hand in victory. The crowd erupted into applause, chanting his name as he stood tall in the center of the ring. This was his moment. He had arrived.

Y/N took a slow, deliberate look around the arena, soaking in the victory. His debut was a success, but this was just the beginning. He had a lot to prove, and tonight had only been the first step.

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Backstage – The Aftermath

Backstage, the adrenaline from the match still buzzed in Y/N’s veins. He leaned against the locker room wall, his hand still clenched in a fist from the aftermath of the win. He’d just made an impact, and the victory felt sweet. But as he caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow, a familiar voice broke through the buzz of the locker room.

“Well, that was impressive,” Scarlett Bordeaux’s voice rang out from the doorway. She leaned against the frame, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and admiration.

Y/N turned, a smile tugging at his lips. Scarlett was standing there, just as alluring as ever, her presence impossible to ignore. She wore a tight black leather jacket over her ring gear, her usual sultry look amplified by her confidence.

“You think so?” Y/N asked, his voice still steady but with a hint of playfulness.

Scarlett stepped closer, her gaze never leaving his. “Oh, I know so. I’ve seen a lot of guys come and go, but you... you’ve got something different. You’re not just strong—you’re smart. And you’ve got a finish that makes an impact. I like that.”

Y/N chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thanks. That Sitout Powerbomb? It’s been my signature move for a while. Feels good to land it here in front of everyone.”

Scarlett’s lips curled into a smile. “It looked amazing. Theory didn’t know what hit him. Honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t see it coming. But then again, that’s the thing with a guy like you—he probably thought he had you figured out.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You know, I was kind of thinking the same thing about you. The way you handled things out there with Zelina? Impressive.”

Scarlett’s expression softened for a moment, her smirk fading into something more genuine. “Zelina's good, but I’ve got my own goals. You seem to be on the same wavelength.”

Y/N didn’t respond right away, but his eyes flickered with a mix of respect and curiosity. There was something in Scarlett’s tone that suggested she wasn’t just talking about wrestling anymore.

“You’re not like the others, huh?” Y/N finally said, his voice quieter now.

Scarlett’s eyes darkened slightly as she stepped closer, her gaze intense. “No. And neither are you. But that’s what’s going to make this interesting.”

The moment hung between them, thick with unspoken potential. Y/N wasn’t sure where this connection would lead, but he knew one thing—this was just the beginning. The road ahead would be full of challenges, both inside and outside the ring. But with Scarlett by his side, he was ready for whatever came next.