The Royal Rumble was in full swing. The energy inside the arena was deafening, the crowd on their feet, roaring as each competitor entered the match. Natalia sat in the family section with Trinity, Tamina, and the rest of the Usos' wives, her heart pounding as the countdown clock hit zero once again.

Malakai was practically bouncing in his seat, decked out in his little "We The Ones" hoodie, gripping the barricade as he waited for his dad's music to hit.

And then-

"UCEEEEEE!"

The crowd exploded as Jey Uso's theme blasted through the speakers. The arena lights flashed red, and when Jey stepped onto the stage, his energy was electric.

Malakai's face lit up with pure joy. "That's Daddy!" he shouted, pointing excitedly.

Natalia smiled, placing a hand over her chest as emotions swelled inside her. Jey had been waiting for this moment-to prove that he wasn't just part of someone else's legacy, but that he was writing his own.

Jey slid into the ring, immediately getting to work, trading blows with some of WWE's top stars. He fought with everything in him, eliminating competitors one by one, his determination unmatched.

As the match neared its final moments, the tension in the arena was suffocating. It was down to Jey and Cody Rhodes, both men exhausted but refusing to back down.

Cody went for the Cross Rhodes, but Jey countered, launching him over the top rope-

Cody landed on the apron.

The crowd was on fire.

Jey turned, delivering a superkick right to Cody's jaw-sending him crashing to the floor.

The bell rang.

Jey Uso had won the Royal Rumble.

The arena erupted. Fireworks exploded, the commentators shouted in excitement, and Jey dropped to his knees in the middle of the ring, overwhelmed with emotion.

Back in the stands, Malakai was screaming with joy. "He did it! Mommy, he did it!"

Natalia felt tears prick her eyes as she watched Jey soak in his moment. He had done it. He had just punched his ticket to WrestleMania.

Jey climbed the turnbuckle, throwing up the "ones" to the crowd before pointing toward the family section. His eyes locked on Malakai, and he pounded his chest, dedicating the victory to his son.

Natalia didn't think she could love him any more than she already did. But in that moment, watching him stand victorious, proving to the world and himself that he was main event material-she knew she was wrong.

She had never been prouder.

And neither had Malakai.