Rhea's Web.

U Can't See Me

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Monday Night Raw 10th October 2022

The air in the Barclays Center was thick with the frenetic energy of a season premiere. Blue light bathed the entranceway as the most dominant faction in WWE history—The Bloodline—began their calculated, slow march to the squared circle.

Leading the charge, as always, was the Undisputed WWE Universal Champion, Roman Reigns, flanked by the Wise Man, Paul Heyman, and the stoic Enforcer, Solo Sikoa. Following them were the Undisputed Tag Team Champions, The Usos—Jimmy and Jey.

But the formation was slightly different tonight. Positioned just behind Roman's shoulder, a confident smile playing on his lips, was Y/N. 

The crowd was supposed to be hostile, acknowledging their Tribal Chief with begrudging cheers and deafening boos, yet an unexpected roar of approval erupted.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" The spontaneous chant started in the lower bowl and cascaded throughout Brooklyn, drowning out the opening riffs of their entrance music.

Y/N couldn't help but beam, exchanging a quick, subtle head nod with Jimmy Uso, who grinned back. 

Roman Reigns took the microphone, the volume of the chants forcing him to wait a beat longer than usual. He surveyed the arena with predatory calm.

"Brooklyn, New York," Roman's voice boomed, amplified by the heavy bass of the sound system. "Acknowledge me."

The pop was immediate, a reflex action to the Tribal Chief's demand.

Roman continued, his tone shifting from dominance to cold calculation. "I can't come out here and lie, I've got to be very honest. I like to move forward. When you're the greatest of all time, you're thinking about next week. I don't like to dwell on the past, you see, but I can't get past Friday for some reason."

He paused, letting the silence hang before launching his attack.

"Which brings to me something my father taught me a long time ago, you see. 'That the loudest in the room is also the weakest in the room.' So in my mind, if you're the weakest in the room and you're a part of this Bloodline, that makes you a fool. Jey."

Roman turned around, squaring up to his cousin. Jey's face was a study in repressed agitation.

"Are you a fool?" Roman demanded. "Because we've done this a few times bef—"

"Roman, Roman, I hate to interrupt."

The words were spoken with a disarming lightness that immediately cut the tension. Paul Heyman's eyes bulged.

"Are you out of your mind? You interrupt the Tribal Chief!" Heyman hissed, clutching his phone like a life raft.

Roman didn't respond to Heyman; he simply raised a finger. Heyman immediately silenced himself, melting back into the shadows behind the champion. As Roman lowered his hand, the chant of Y/N's name restarted, this time with even more focused vigor.

Y/N smiled, completely relaxed under the scrutiny of the most powerful man in wrestling. "It's just that on Friday, you said Jey Uso wasn't your problem anymore. You said he was my problem now. Right? So, as the honorary uce, I would love the opportunity to handle this whole operation."