The sound of the wrestling ring echoed in Y/N's ears as he stood in the locker room, staring into the mirror, his mind racing. Tonight was another SmackDown taping, and this time he had something to prove. He'd made a successful debut, but it wasn't enough. He needed to show the world that his win wasn't just a fluke. He needed to prove he was a force to be reckoned with.

He ran his fingers through his hair, the weight of the expectations pressing on him. But in the back of his mind, there was something else—a different kind of pressure. Scarlett Bordeaux. After their workout the other day, everything had shifted. Their connection had grown stronger, and the more time they spent together, the more Y/N realized that there was something magnetic between them. She wasn't just a colleague, she wasn't just a competitor—she was a challenge.

The way she pushed him in the gym, the way she looked at him with that subtle, but unmistakable intensity, had sparked something inside him. And now, with his match just a few hours away, he couldn't help but wonder what was next.

Y/N took a deep breath and pulled his wrestling gear on, his thoughts a blur of anticipation and nervousness. He couldn't deny that Scarlett had been a huge influence on him—her confidence, her strength, her presence. And even though he tried to focus on his match tonight, he couldn't escape the thought of her.

Later That Evening – Backstage at SmackDown

The buzz backstage was like electricity in the air. The crew was running around, last-minute preparations were being made, and everyone had their own routines and rituals to get in the zone. Y/N walked down the corridor, heading for the locker room, when he caught sight of Scarlett. She was talking to a few other Superstars, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, her eyes bright and focused. Her usual sultry demeanor was evident, but there was something different about her tonight—there was an edge, a sharpness to her presence that made it impossible for him to look away.

As if sensing his gaze, Scarlett turned and locked eyes with him. A slow smile tugged at her lips, one that made his heart race in his chest. She took a step toward him, the crowd of Superstars seemingly parting for her with ease as she approached.

"Well, well," Scarlett said, her voice low and confident, like velvet brushing against his skin. "Looks like someone's getting ready for their big match."

Y/N smiled, feeling that familiar heat rise in his chest. "I'm ready. Are you?"

Scarlett's eyes sparkled with amusement, her smile widening. She stepped even closer, close enough that he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her body radiating against his. "Always," she said, her tone playful, but there was something else behind her words. "But I have to say, I'm curious, Y/N. Are you ready to push your limits again? Or are you going to take it easy tonight?"

Her challenge was unmistakable. Scarlett had a way of making him feel like he was constantly being tested, constantly being pushed to go further than he ever thought possible. It wasn't just a physical challenge anymore—it was mental, emotional, and something deeper that Y/N couldn't quite put his finger on.

"I'm always ready for a challenge," Y/N replied, his voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "But tonight, I'm not just going to win. I'm going to prove that I belong here."

Scarlett's smile softened, though the intensity in her gaze never wavered. "I like that," she said. "I like the fire in you, Y/N. Let's see if you can keep that fire burning throughout the night."

As she turned to walk away, Y/N's eyes lingered on her, his mind racing. He had never felt this way about anyone before. There was something magnetic, something powerful about Scarlett that left him wanting more. And he knew that, whatever happened tonight, it wouldn't be the last time their paths crossed in such a meaningful way.

The Match – Y/N vs. Austin Theory

The ring was set, the crowd was roaring with excitement, and Y/N stood at the entrance ramp, his theme music blaring through the speakers. His heart pounded in his chest as he made his way down the aisle, but this time, it wasn't just about the match—it was about proving himself. He had something to prove to the fans, to the roster, but most importantly, to himself.

His opponent tonight was Austin Theory, a rising star in WWE with a cocky attitude and a reputation for being a tough competitor. But Y/N had something he didn't: a hunger, a desire to prove that he belonged at the top of the food chain. This wasn't just another match—it was his opportunity to show that his win against someone like Theory wasn't a fluke.

As Y/N entered the ring, he caught a glimpse of Scarlett standing near the entrance, watching him with her arms crossed and a look of quiet amusement on her face. The intensity in her eyes only made him more determined. He had to make this match count.

The bell rang, and Y/N and Theory circled each other in the ring, each trying to gauge the other's movements. Theory came at him first, throwing a quick punch, but Y/N dodged it and countered with a powerful right hook. The crowd reacted, their cheers growing louder with every exchange. Theory was quick, his movements sharp, but Y/N was determined to outlast him.

The match went back and forth, with both men getting in their fair share of offense. Y/N was pushed to his limits, but the more Theory attacked, the more he fought back. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the desire to prove himself driving every movement.

Then, as the match reached its peak, Y/N saw his opening. Theory went for a springboard clothesline, but Y/N ducked at the last second, and with one swift motion, he grabbed Theory and hoisted him up onto his shoulders. The crowd held their breath as Y/N positioned himself in the center of the ring, the lights shining down on him as he lifted Theory high into the air.

With a primal yell, Y/N sat out, slamming Theory into the mat with his signature Sitout Powerbomb, a move that had made him infamous in the indie circuits. The impact was devastating. Theory lay motionless as Y/N hooked the leg for the pin.

One... two... three.

The bell rang, and the crowd erupted into applause, but all Y/N could focus on was the weight of the moment. He had done it. He had beaten Austin Theory, and not just by chance—he had taken control and proven his worth. As the referee raised his hand in victory, Y/N glanced toward the entrance, where Scarlett stood, a proud smile on her lips.

Backstage – A Quiet Conversation

Later, as Y/N walked through the backstage area, still catching his breath from the match, he spotted Scarlett leaning against the wall near the locker rooms. Her arms were crossed, but the way she looked at him made it clear that she had been watching his every move.

"Nice match," she said, her voice as smooth and intoxicating as ever. "You really brought it tonight."

Y/N smiled, trying to hide the lingering rush of adrenaline. "Thanks. I had to make it count."

Scarlett stepped closer, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. "You did more than that. You proved that you can keep up with the best of them. And you know what else? You impressed me." Her voice dropped to a near-whisper, the weight of her words hanging in the air between them. "I think you've got a lot more to show, Y/N. And I'm more than willing to help you get there."

Y/N felt his heart race at the intensity of her words. "I'd like that," he said, his voice low and steady. He could feel the electricity in the air between them, the unspoken tension that had been building since their first workout together.

As Scarlett looked at him, her smile softened into something more genuine, yet still undeniably confident. "Good. Because this is only the beginning."

And in that moment, Y/N realized that Scarlett wasn't just a teammate, she was a catalyst. A challenge. And with her by his side, he knew his journey in WWE was only going to get more intense—and more thrilling—than he could ever have imagined.