(SmackDown Main Event, Damian at the desk, Arielle ringside for his match)
The crowd is buzzing, the lights dim blue and purple, and WWE Tag Team Champion Damian Priest adjusts the headset as he joins commentary for the match before his. He’s calm, collected… but the camera keeps catching him glancing ringside.
Arielle’s there tonight — oversized leather jacket, goddess lics pinned up, subtle gold hoops, looking like she stepped straight out of a late-night jazz album cover. And the WWE Universe knows her now. They know her voice. They know “Damian’s jazz singer.”
Michael Cole smirks the moment Damian puts the headset on.
“So, Priest… we’ve got a special guest at ringside tonight. Want to… formally introduce her?”
Damian tries to hide the smile tugging at his mouth and fails completely. He leans forward, voice low and warm.
The incredibly talented one — the jazz singer y’all keep pretending you don’t look up between commercial breaks.”
The crowd pops. Arielle covers her mouth, shaking her head with a shy laugh.
“She sang the national anthem for March Madness last week — blew the roof off. And Priest, I hear she’s got a festival coming up?”
Damian nods, eyes softening as the camera zooms in on Arielle waving politely.
“She does. The Midtown Jazz Festival.
Trust me, the world’s not ready.
I’m proud of her, man… she’s got something special.”
“Special enough that you asked her to come tonight?”
Damian chuckles, deep and slightly flustered.
Wanted to support me and Truth with these Tag Team titles.
Arielle taps the barricade with two fingers — their small signal. Damian sees it and taps the desk twice.
“Aww look at that — Priest is smitten.”
When his entrance hits for the main event, he stands from commentary, slips off the headset, and before walking to the ramp, he detours to Arielle.
He leans in, not kissing her — but close, forehead nearly touching hers.
“Stay where I can see you, hermosa.”
He walks toward the ring glowing, shoulders squared, like her presence added ten pounds of confidence to his frame.
And commentary has a field day.
“Folks, Damian Priest may be a dangerous man in that ring — but when it comes to Arielle… that’s a man in love.”