+ MISSION HUH? +

The excitement in the arena was palpable. The match between Ethan Page and Trick Williams had everyone on the edge of their seats, and the atmosphere was nothing short of electric. For the group in the front row, it was more than just a wrestling event—it was a dream made real, a childhood fantasy unfolding right in front of their eyes.

Andrea sat clutching the barricade, her heart pounding with each move Ethan and Trick executed in the ring. She couldn't stop smiling, the sheer joy of being back in an arena—surrounded by her chosen family and the roar of the crowd—sending waves of nostalgia crashing over her.

Victoria, too, was vibrating with excitement, her hands gripping the armrests of her seat as she leaned forward, unwilling to miss a single moment. Her leg bounced uncontrollably, and Mark placed a steadying hand on her knee, chuckling softly. "Relax, Vi. They've got this."

"I can't relax, Mark!" Victoria exclaimed, her voice cracking with anticipation. "This is literally everything."

Mark smiled knowingly, but any response he might've had was drowned out by the sudden, jarring sound of unfamiliar entrance music blaring through the arena speakers.

Andrea's heart skipped a beat as the music played. It wasn't just any entrance music—it was his. The unmistakable notes of CM Punk's theme sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. Andrea's jaw dropped as she whipped her head toward the entrance ramp.

"No way," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd. "Is this really happening?"

Victoria, on the other hand, was screaming so loudly that several heads turned in their direction. "OH MY GOD, CM PUNK!" she yelled, grabbing Mark's arm and shaking it violently.

Punk emerged with his trademark swagger, the smirk on his face enough to send the arena into a frenzy. Without hesitation, he made a beeline for the ring, sliding under the ropes and immediately blindsiding Ethan with a flurry of punches.

Andrea shot to her feet, her voice cracking as she yelled, "NO! STOP IT!" Every punch landed like a blow to her own chest, and she gripped the barricade as if her sheer willpower could stop the assault.

Victoria turned to her, her expression somewhere between glee and incredulity. "IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?!"

Andrea, too caught up in the chaos, barely registered the question. She was too busy screaming "NO!" with every hit Ethan took. Her voice cracked, but she didn't care. "Stop hitting him! WATCH THE HAIR!"

Victoria, meanwhile, was practically vibrating with excitement. She turned back to the ring, ready to boast. "Haha, my dad is gonna win—"

But her words were abruptly cut off by the booming opening notes of Roman Reigns' theme song.

The reaction was immediate. The arena erupted into deafening cheers, and Victoria's body froze mid-sentence. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and she clutched her chest like she might actually collapse.

"Is she okay?" Jisung asked, alarmed.

"She's not breathing," Chenle said, poking Victoria's arm. "Should we—"

Before anyone could finish that thought, Victoria promptly collapsed into Mark's arms. He barely managed to catch her, laughing as he steadied her. "Vi, are you serious right now?"

Victoria clutched his shirt, her voice a trembling whisper. "Roman. Reigns. Is. Here. My tribal chief."

Johnny, standing behind her, laughed so hard he nearly fell over. "Somebody get her oxygen."

Roman made his way to the ring, his aura of dominance and confidence filling the space. But no sooner had he entered than chaos erupted once again. The Bloodline—Solo Sikoa, Paul Heyman, and the others—appeared seemingly out of nowhere, launching a brutal assault on both Roman and Ethan.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Andrea yelled, clutching the barricade as she watched the beatdown unfold.

Victoria, however, was in full-on meltdown mode. With Roman being overwhelmed, she tried to climb the barricade. "Roman needs me!" she shrieked, clawing at Johnny's arms as he desperately held her back.

"Victoria, calm down!" Johnny laughed, his grip tightening. "You're gonna get us banned from the arena!"

Andrea turned to her, her mouth open in disbelief. "Vi, what are you even gonna do if you get in there?"

"Whatever it takes!" Victoria shouted, her eyes wild. "They can't hurt Roman, I'll kill a bitch!"

And then, salvation arrived.

The sound of The Usos' entrance music blasted through the speakers, and Andrea's reaction was instant. She let out a scream so loud that it momentarily drowned out the crowd. "OH MY GOD, IT'S MY TWINS!"

The group turned to her, their expressions a mix of shock and amusement. Chenle leaned over to Renjun. "Is she okay?"

"She's... passionate," Renjun replied diplomatically.

Andrea's voice cracked as she continued to scream. "THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE REALLY HERE!"

Victoria was shaking Johnny so hard that he looked like he might pass out. "IT'S THEM, JOHNNY! IT'S REALLY THEM!"

The Usos stormed the ring, taking on The Bloodline with unrelenting energy. Their moves were precise, their teamwork flawless, and the crowd roared with every punch and kick.

The chaos reached its peak when Jimmy found himself cornered by CM Punk and Tama Tonga. Just when it seemed like the odds were against him, the crowd erupted once more as a familiar figure sprinted down the ramp.

Andrea gasped. "Is that—?"

"NAOMI!" Victoria screeched, throwing her arms in the air. The former women's champion slid into the ring, taking out Punk and Tonga with a series of high-energy moves that left the crowd in awe.

Victoria turned to Andrea, clutching her arm. "THIS IS EVERYTHING!"

Andrea, now openly crying, nodded. "It really is."

With the odds evened out, Ethan seized the opportunity. He executed a devastating Ego's Edge on Trick Williams, the impact reverberating through the ring. The referee's hand hit the mat—one, two, three—and the bell rang, signaling Ethan's victory.

The group exploded into cheers, their voices blending into the deafening roar of the crowd. Andrea fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed, "He did it. He actually did it."

Victoria was bouncing up and down, clinging to Johnny as she screamed, "WE LIVED OUR CHILDHOOD DREAMS!"

Even Ethan, standing in the middle of the ring with the title in hand, looked emotional as he glanced toward the group, his expression a mix of pride and gratitude.

As the show ended, the group was escorted backstage, their excitement still buzzing in the air. Andrea wiped at her tear-streaked face, her heart swelling with pride and joy. For the first time in weeks, everything felt right. This wasn't just a wrestling event—it was a memory they'd carry with them forever.