Pair: Finn Balor X Roxxane Perez
Plot: Finn returns to RAW battered but unbroken, only to be mocked, cornered, and forced into a match with no allies left to call. Just when it seems he must face Judgment Day alone, an unexpected figure steps through the curtain — someone no one imagined would choose his side. Their arrival shifts the balance, ignites the crowd, and sends Judgment Day spiraling into confusion and fury.
This one has that tense, waiting‑for‑impact feeling. Finn walking out alone, the whole arena holding its breath, and then that moment when everything shifts. It’s the calm before the storm, and the storm hitting all at once. Song for this part: “Ready Aim Fire” by Imagine Dragons 🤍😊❤️
PS: This is what I am hoping this will happen so this is me fantasy booking for when Roxy comes back. I hope you guys enjoy. 😊
The next week the show doesn’t start with pyro.
It doesn’t start with a match.
It doesn’t even start with the theme song.
Then the screen flickers to life with footage from last week — the beatdown in all its brutal, chaotic detail:
JD handing him the hammer
The frog splash onto the steel
The crowd watching live reacts all over again — gasps, boos, shock — even though they already saw it.
The replay ends on the shot of Finn lying alone in the ring, the rest of Judgment Day standing over him.
The screen cuts to black.
The camera cuts to Michael Cole and Corey Graves at ringside. The crowd behind them is buzzing, signs waving, people shouting.
Cole looks serious — not hyping, not smiling, just somber.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he says, “we are kicking off Monday Night RAW with the fallout from what many are calling the most shocking betrayal in Judgment Day history.”
Corey nods, still shaken. “Finn Bálor was left broken in the middle of that ring. And I’m being told… we will hear from Finn Bálor tonight.”
The crowd pops — loud, hopeful, anxious.
Cole continues, “After everything he’s been through, after losing the family he built… what will Finn have to say?”
The camera lingers on the commentary desk for a beat, letting the weight settle.
Then the show theme hits.
RAW opened with the cold‑open recap of last week’s betrayal, every chair shot and hammer strike replayed in brutal silence. When the video ended, the camera cut to Michael Cole and Corey Graves at the desk.
Cole looked shaken.
“Ladies and gentlemen… we’ve just been told we will hear from Finn Bálor tonight.”
But the man who walked out wasn’t the Finn they were used to.
He moved slowly, ribs taped, eyes tired, shoulders heavy. The cheers washed over him, but he didn’t react. He stepped into the ring like it hurt to breathe, took the mic, and waited for the noise to settle.
When he finally spoke, his voice was soft. Fragile.
“I, uh… I don’t really know where to start.”
The crowd quieted instantly.
Finn swallowed hard, eyes dropping to the mat.
“Last week… I lost my family.”
A murmur rippled through the arena.
“I spent two years… two years… fighting for Judgment Day. Leading them. Protecting them. Believing in them.” His voice cracked. “And in one night… they showed me exactly what I meant to them.”
He paused, jaw trembling.
“I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was helping Dom. I thought I was guiding JD. I thought Liv and Raquel trusted me.”
He shook his head, breath unsteady.
“But maybe… maybe I was wrong.”
The crowd started chanting his name again, softer this time.
Finn blinked hard, trying to steady himself.
“And Rhea… Damian…”
He said their names like they hurt to speak.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry for what we did to you. I’m sorry for how it ended. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner. Because now… now I know how it feels.”
He looked up, eyes glassy.
“To be betrayed by the people you’d die for.”
The arena fell completely silent.
Finn took a shaky breath.
“If they’re watching… if any of them are watching… I’m sorry. I really am.”
He lowered the mic, shoulders slumping, the weight of everything finally visible.
And then—
“THE OTHER SIDE” blasts through the arena.
The crowd erupts in boos as Dominik, JD, Liv, and Raquel walk out together, unified, smirking, confident. They move slowly, deliberately, surrounding the ring like sharks circling wounded prey.
He just stares at them — hurt, exhausted, and completely alone — as they close in.
Judgment Day surrounded the ring, their theme fading into a wall of boos. Finn stood in the center, breathing hard, eyes still red from the promo he’d just given.
Dom stepped forward first, mic in hand, smirk twisting into something uglier.
“Wow… look at you,” Dom said, circling Finn like a vulture. “Talking about Rhea and Damian like you suddenly care. Like you didn’t help kick them out. Like you didn’t replace them.”
Dom leaned in, voice dripping with venom.
“Why do you care now, huh? Because you’re alone? Because you need someone to feel sorry for you? Because you finally know what it feels like to be abandoned?”
Finn’s jaw tightened. He lifted the mic slowly.
“You wanna talk about caring?” Finn said, voice low, broken but steady. “You left Rhea the second Liv batted her eyelashes at you.”
Liv’s face snapped toward Finn, furious. Raquel stepped forward like she was ready to swing. Dom’s smirk vanished.
“So don’t stand there and ask me why I care about Rhea and Damian now,” he said, stepping closer. “Ask yourself why you threw Rhea away the moment you got bored.”
Dom’s face twisted with rage. He lunged, but JD grabbed his arm, holding him back.
“You were never our leader,” JD said coldly. “You were a placeholder. A relic. We outgrew you.”
Liv stepped in front of Finn, eyes blazing.
“You held us back,” she hissed. “All of us.”
Raquel crossed her arms, towering over Finn.
“You’re not the Prince anymore,” she said. “You’re just… pathetic.”
Finn shook his head, voice cracking.
Liv smirked, stepping closer, daring him.
The crowd booed so loudly the ring shook.
The arena erupted as Pearce stormed onto the stage, furious.
“Enough!” he shouted. “I am not letting this show turn into another four‑on‑one assault.”
Judgment Day rolled their eyes, unimpressed.
“So here’s what’s gonna happen,” Pearce continued. “Tonight, in the main event… it’s Dominik Mysterio and Liv Morgan… versus Finn Bálor and a partner of his choosing!”
Dom laughed into the mic.
“A partner? Finn doesn’t have anyone left!”
Liv smirked. “Who would team with you?”
JD leaned over the ropes. “You’re alone, Finn. Accept it.”
“You have until the main event to find someone. Good luck.”
His music hit again, and the segment ended with Judgment Day laughing as Finn stood alone in the ring, staring at them with a mix of hurt and determination.
Finn knocked on doors.
He asked people he’d helped.
People he’d trained with.
People he’d fought beside.
Every single one said no.
Some avoided eye contact.
Some apologized.
Some didn’t even open the door.
Judgment Day had made him radioactive.
By the time the main event rolled around, Finn was still alone.
The main event graphic flashed across the screen:
Dominik Mysterio & Liv Morgan
vs.
Finn Bálor & a partner of his choosing
The crowd buzzed with anticipation, but backstage, Finn stood alone in the dim hallway, hands on his hips, breathing slow and heavy. He’d asked everyone. Every friend. Every ally. Every person he thought might give him a chance.
Every single one said no.
He didn’t blame them.
He didn’t resent them.
He just felt… empty.
A stagehand approached. “Finn… you’re up.”
Finn nodded once, quietly, and walked toward the curtain.
The crowd cheered — loud, hopeful, desperate for him not to be alone — but when Finn stepped through the curtain, the cheers softened into a worried murmur.
No partner.
No backup.
No one walking beside him.
Michael Cole’s voice cracked with concern.
“Finn Bálor… is coming out here by himself. He couldn’t find a partner.”
Corey Graves added, “I don’t know if this is brave or foolish… but Finn Bálor is walking into a handicap match.”
Finn walked down the ramp slowly, shoulders squared but eyes tired. He slid into the ring, exhaling as he leaned against the ropes.
The referee stepped toward him.
“Finn… where’s your partner?”
A small, sad smile tugged at the corner of his mouth — the kind of smile someone gives when they’ve accepted their fate.
The ref nodded reluctantly and signaled to the timekeeper.
“THE OTHER SIDE” hit and the arena drowned in boos.
Dom and Liv walked out together, laughing, pointing at Finn like he was a joke. Raquel and JD followed behind them, smug and confident.
“Look at him! He really came out here alone!”
Liv smirked. “Nobody wants you, Finn.”
JD leaned over the ropes. “You should’ve stayed down last week.”
Finn didn’t respond.
He just stared at them — hurt, exhausted, but still standing.
The referee raised his hand to call for the bell—
“EYES UP UNTIL WE ALL FALL DOWN
RISE UP TONIGHT!”
Roxanne Perez walked out.
Michael Cole’s voice cracked in pure shock.
“OH MY GOD—THAT’S ROXANNE PEREZ! BUT—BUT SHE’S JUDGMENT DAY! WHAT IS SHE DOING OUT HERE?!”
Corey Graves sounded rattled.
“She’s part of the group! She’s BEEN part of the group! Why is she coming out for Finn?!”
Roxanne didn’t smile.
She didn’t pose.
She didn’t acknowledge Judgment Day at all.
She walked straight down the ramp with purpose, eyes locked on Finn like she’d made her decision long before tonight.
Liv’s jaw dropped.
Dom started shouting at her.
JD looked like he’d seen a ghost.
Raquel’s expression twisted in confusion and anger.
Cole shouted over the crowd:
“Is she… is she siding with Finn Bálor?!”
Roxanne slid into the ring and stepped right beside Finn — shoulder to shoulder, like she belonged there.
Finn stared at her, breath catching, disbelief and relief mixing in his eyes.
She gave him the smallest nod.
The referee pointed at her.
Finn didn’t look away from her.
The bell rang, and the arena buzzed with nervous energy. Finn and Roxanne stood together in the ring, the crowd unsure whether to trust her, Judgment Day unsure whether to fear her, and Finn unsure whether to believe what he was seeing.
Finn started the performance with Dominik, trading fast, choreographed counters. Dom tagged in Liv, who strutted in with a smirk.
Roxanne immediately stepped through the ropes.
Michael Cole shouted, “Roxanne wants Liv! She wants her NOW!”
Liv’s confidence faltered.
They circled.
They locked up.
Roxanne took her down with a clean, practiced arm drag.
Then another.
Then a crisp dropkick that sent Liv rolling to the corner.
Finn watched from the apron, stunned and relieved.
Roxanne tagged Finn back in. As he stepped through the ropes, she caught his wrist gently.
Her lips brushed his ear.
Whatever she whispered wasn’t loud enough for the cameras, commentary, or the crowd. But it changed his expression instantly.
Confusion.
Concern.
A flicker of fear.
Roxanne stepped back onto the apron, expression unreadable.
Corey Graves leaned forward.
“What did she SAY to him?!”
Michael Cole sounded uneasy.
“I… I don’t like this, Corey.”
Finn fought hard, but Judgment Day isolated him. He crawled toward Roxanne, reaching out for the tag.
The crowd screamed for it.
He stretched his hand out—
Michael Cole shouted, “NO—NO—NO! WHAT IS SHE DOING?!”
Corey Graves yelled, “SHE’S JUDGMENT DAY! SHE’S ALWAYS BEEN JUDGMENT DAY!”
Finn stared at her, devastated, hand still outstretched.
Roxanne didn’t look away.
Still.
Cold.
Expressionless.
Dom covered Finn in a choreographed pin.
Judgment Day stood over Finn, laughing, celebrating their “victory.” Roxanne stepped into the ring, her expression soft and sweet again, like the girl they used to know.
The crowd booed relentlessly.
Liv grabbed a mic, practically glowing.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Liv opened her arms wide.
Roxanne stepped forward and hugged her.
The arena groaned in disgust.
“NOOOOOOO!”
“COME ONNNNN!”
“SHE SOLD OUT!”
Michael Cole sounded crushed.
“I can’t believe this… Roxanne Perez has rejoined Judgment Day…”
While Liv’s face was buried in Roxanne’s shoulder, smiling…
The crowd reacted instantly.
Corey Graves gasped.
“COLE—COLE, LOOK AT HER FACE! LOOK AT HER FACE!”
Cole nearly shouted, “WHAT—WHAT IS THAT?! LIV CAN’T SEE IT!”
Liv still hugged her, oblivious.
JD clapped.
Dom smirked.
Raquel nodded proudly.
Roxanne slowly lifted Liv’s arm in the air like she was celebrating with her.
JD, Dom, and Raquel raised their arms too, forming a perfect Judgment Day pose.
Roxanne raised her free arm with them.
Then Liv turned to walk away—
And Roxanne’s expression snapped into full fury.
The crowd sensed it before it happened.
Roxanne grabbed Liv’s wrist—
Spun her—
And delivered her signature Pop Rox in a smooth, choreographed motion.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”
“HOLY SHIT
“ROX-Y! ROX-Y! ROX-Y!”
Michael Cole screamed, “SHE GOT HER! ROXANNE PEREZ JUST TOOK OUT LIV MORGAN!”
Corey Graves shouted, “SHE PLAYED THEM! SHE PLAYED ALL OF THEM!”
Dom stumbled backward in shock.
JD’s jaw dropped.
Raquel lunged forward, but Roxanne rolled out of reach.
Roxanne turned toward Finn—
And Finn was already sitting up on the ropes.
Because they planned this.
The crowd caught it and exploded again.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”
Roxanne walked to him, helping him to his feet. Finn nodded once, proud and relieved.
Roxanne stepped in front of him, staring Judgment Day down with fire in her eyes.
Judgment Day backed away, shaken for the first time all night.
The crowd chanted her name.
Roxanne Perez had chosen her side.
And it wasn’t Judgment Day.
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