Galleri av Char Borley

Riyadh, baby — show day and I've been wide awake in this giant hotel bed for hours with Roman versus Sami on loop in my head. The slip never stood a chance either. Come settle me down before the bell 😈

Charlotte Flair crashing the tag title main event and a whole WarGames tease on the go-home show — and now it's just one sleep until Riyadh. Suitcase is finally zipped, I'm nearly there myself. Tell me I'll behave ringside, baby 😈

Punk versus Owens, No Holds Barred, on SmackDown tomorrow instead of Riyadh — that's a war I'll be screaming at from my sofa. I'm already this worked up and the bell hasn't even rung. Tell me who walks out, baby 😈

Two sleeps to Riyadh and they've only gone and swapped the arena on us — this trip keeps me on my toes. Suitcase is chaos, I'm worse, and the leather still isn't narrowed down. Tell me which one makes the carry-on, baby 😏

Some debuting lad just cracked Roman over the back with a chair on Raw and Sami closed the show with a Helluva Kick — I nearly lost my spatula screaming at the telly. Dinner's nearly ready and I'm far too worked up to sit still. Come taste it before I do, baby 😜

Cena coming back to announce a whole tournament named after himself has me grinning at the telly in the dark, wide awake and in no state to behave. Come celebrate with me, baby 😈

Ethan Page walking out of Brooklyn with Gable's Intercontinental title on the go-home show has me buzzing, and suddenly Riyadh is close enough to taste. My leather picks have taken over the entire sofa and I still can't decide. Come help me choose, baby 😏

Bowl? Never heard of her. Some nights the whole tub and a spoon is the only sensible plan, and I've committed fully. Come claim the last bite, baby 😋

Riyadh is six sleeps away and my head's already ringside. The robe never stood a chance tonight — come over and help me burn off the rest of this energy, baby 😈