Y/N's Big Match

The lights of the arena flickered as the audience’s energy swelled with anticipation. It was Monday Night RAW, and the crowd was electric. The cameras panned over the sea of fans, signs in hand, all eagerly awaiting the action. The ring was set, the announcers were hyped, and the stage was primed for what promised to be a thrilling match.

Y/N, standing at 6'3" with a solid build that radiated power and athleticism, was about to step into the ring for a match that had the entire locker room talking. He’d been making waves since his debut, his style a unique blend of raw intensity and calculated precision, and tonight would be no different. But the question on everyone's mind was who his opponent would be.

The answer came when the lights dimmed, and the unmistakable sound of "The O.C." blared through the arena. The crowd erupted as AJ Styles, the Phenomenal One, made his entrance, leading his faction. Known for his high-flying agility and incredible technical prowess, AJ Styles was an ideal opponent for someone like Y/N—a contrast of speed versus power, the high-flyer versus the powerhouse. This match was guaranteed to be a spectacle.

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The Match: Y/N vs. AJ Styles

The bell rang, and the crowd’s roar subsided to a fevered anticipation. Y/N and AJ Styles locked eyes in the center of the ring, each measuring the other. AJ, known for his quick strikes and aerial assaults, grinned confidently, while Y/N stood tall, exuding calm power. There was respect between them, but tonight, it was all business.

AJ moved first, circling Y/N, attempting to get under his guard. Y/N stayed patient, his footwork steady, waiting for the right opening. AJ’s speed was a constant threat, darting in and out, delivering quick jabs to Y/N’s midsection. The impact was sharp, but Y/N didn’t flinch. Instead, he caught AJ’s next strike with his arm, using his size and strength to overpower AJ’s speed.

With a powerful shove, Y/N sent AJ reeling toward the ropes. AJ rebounded, attempting a springboard forearm, but Y/N was ready. He sidestepped, grabbed AJ mid-air, and slammed him down with a vicious spinebuster that shook the ring. The crowd roared as AJ crumpled to the mat, but Y/N wasn’t done yet. He wasted no time, immediately locking AJ in a grounded headlock, exerting his control.

AJ fought to break free, his hand pushing against Y/N’s grip, but Y/N kept the pressure on, using his strength to wear AJ down. The audience could feel the tension as AJ’s hands dug at Y/N’s arm, trying to create space. With a burst of determination, AJ twisted his body, rolling backward, and finally breaking free with a kip-up.

The two stared each other down once more, but this time, AJ moved with even more intensity, darting forward and delivering a brutal enzuigiri to the back of Y/N’s head. Y/N staggered but didn’t fall, catching himself against the ropes. AJ charged in again, looking to deliver a running knee strike, but Y/N was ready. He caught AJ in mid-air, transitioning smoothly into a gut-wrench suplex, sending AJ crashing to the mat.

Y/N’s power had clearly been the deciding factor so far, but AJ was far from finished. As he regained his bearings, AJ moved quickly, rolling to the outside, looking to regroup. The crowd murmured, sensing the shift in pace. AJ was now targeting the environment, trying to use the outside to his advantage.

Y/N didn’t let him rest, however. Without hesitation, he followed AJ out of the ring and chased him to the ramp. AJ, quick on his feet, turned to face Y/N, throwing a series of quick strikes. Y/N took a few hits, but his resolve never wavered. He grabbed AJ’s arm, whipped him toward the barricade, and followed up with a devastating clothesline that sent AJ sprawling.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Y/N pounded his fist into the apron, rallying the audience behind him. He was in full control now. He rolled AJ back into the ring, intent on finishing the job. But AJ, ever resourceful, caught Y/N off guard, locking in a surprise calf crusher as soon as Y/N re-entered the ring.

Y/N gritted his teeth, the pain shooting through his leg as AJ expertly applied pressure. The hold was painful, but Y/N had been in worse situations before. Using his strength, he managed to drag himself toward the ropes, inch by inch, until finally, he grabbed the bottom rope, forcing AJ to break the hold.

AJ, frustrated but focused, climbed the turnbuckle, preparing for a high-flying assault. The crowd knew what was coming next. AJ launched himself into the air, attempting a Phenomenal Forearm, but Y/N moved just in time. AJ crashed onto the canvas, but Y/N was right there, lifting him into the air once more, this time hoisting him into a devastating powerbomb that shook the ring.

Y/N covered, hooking AJ’s leg, and the referee counted, “One... Two...”

AJ kicked out just before the three. The crowd groaned in disbelief, but Y/N didn’t let up. His expression hardened as he grabbed AJ’s legs and set up for a submission of his own: a Boston Crab.

The pain was excruciating, but AJ’s grit kept him alive in the match. He fought through, inching toward the ropes despite the immense pressure. With a final surge, AJ reached the ropes, forcing Y/N to break the hold. The two were both on their feet now, gasping for air, exhausted but unwilling to back down.

The final moments of the match were a blur of incredible action. AJ, having absorbed all of Y/N’s power, found a burst of energy from deep within and executed a sudden roll-up, attempting to steal the victory. The referee counted “One… Two…”

But Y/N kicked out just in time.

In the end, it was Y/N’s unwavering strength and determination that secured the victory. As AJ staggered to his feet, Y/N hit him with his finishing move—The Final Word, a crushing lariat that left AJ down for the count. Y/N hooked the leg for the final pin. The referee counted to three.

Winner: Y/N

The bell rang, and Y/N stood victorious, his chest heaving as the crowd roared. He helped AJ to his feet, offering a hand of respect. AJ, though disappointed, took the gesture, nodding at Y/N in acknowledgment. Both men had pushed each other to their limits, and it was clear to everyone in the arena that this was a match worth remembering.

Y/N’s hand was raised in victory, but the respect he had earned in that ring from both his opponent and the audience was even more important than the win itself.