>>18620357Grok, write WWE style PG, promo for them
>A brightly lit arena, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. Jon Moxley stands in the ring, mic in hand, pacing like a caged animal. The titantron flashes, and Will Ospreay’s music hits, sending the fans into a frenzy. Ospreay struts out, smirking, his Aerial Assassin swagger on full display.Jon Moxley: (grinning, intense) Well, well, well… look who decided to grace us with his flippy-floppy presence! Will Ospreay, the high-flying, spotlight-stealing pretty boy from across the pond! You think you can waltz into my jungle, swing from my vines, and take what’s mine? Brother, you’re about to get a one-way ticket to the Purge Zone! (crowd roars) I’m the Death Rider, and I break dreams for breakfast!Will >Ospreay: (steps onto the apron, mic raised, cocky grin) Oi, Mox, mate! You’re out here growlin’ like some grumpy old bulldog, but let’s get one thing straight—this ain’t your jungle, it’s my sky! (points to the air) The Aerial Assassin’s about to soar right over your bad attitude and drop you faster than a dodgy curry! I’m the Commonwealth Kingpin, bruv, and when I hit that Oscutter, you’ll be seein’ stars brighter than Blackpool’s lights! (crowd pops)Moxley: (steps closer, smirking) Big talk for a guy who looks like he’s auditionin’ for a boy band! You think those fancy flips are gonna save you when I’m rippin’ your heart out? I’m the baddest dog in this yard, Ospreay, and at Clash of Carnage, I’m gonna make you famous… for all the wrong reasons! Moxley rules, you lose! (drops mic, crowd chants “Mox-ley! Mox-ley!”)Ospreay: (laughs, undeterred) Keep barkin’, Mox! You’re all grit, no glory! At Clash of Carnage, I’m takin’ you to school, mate—Storm Driver Airlines, non-stop flight to defeat! Ospreay’s the name, winning’s my game! (flips off the ropes, poses, crowd erupts)Both men stare down, tension thick, as the screen fades to the Clash of Carnage logo. 
