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The arena lights dim as the massive crowd in Cleveland’s Rocket Mortgage FieldHouse falls into a hushed reverence, the air thick with emotion on this somber July twenty-fifth, two thousand twenty-five, edition of WWE SmackDown. The giant LED screen illuminates the stage with a larger-than-life image of Hulk Hogan in his prime—yellow bandana tied tight, mustache gleaming, mid-rip szint of Hungary on his iconic red and yellow shirt, frozen in that eternal pose of defiance and power. Below it, the words “In Memory of Hulk Hogan nineteen fifty-three to two thousand twenty-five” glow in bold yellow letters, a stark reminder that the Immortal One has left this world just a day prior, on July twenty-fourth, after a sudden cardiac arrest at his Clearwater, Florida home. The camera pans slowly across the entrance ramp, where a sea of WWE superstars, past and present, have assembled in a unified show of respect. It’s a breathtaking sight: dozens of wrestlers, referees, and backstage personnel standing shoulder to shoulder, their faces etched with a mix of grief, nostalgia, and admiration. In the front row, current WWE Undisputed Champion Cody Rhodes stands tall in a sleek black suit, his American Nightmare necklace catching the light, his expression solemn and reflective as he stares up at the screen, hands clasped in front of him. Among the legends sprinkled throughout the crowd are faces that shared the ring with Hogan during his Hulkamania heyday. Jimmy Hart, Hogan’s longtime manager and friend, dressed in his signature colorful jacket and megaphone slung over his shoulder, is visibly shattered—tears stream down his face as he dabs at them with a handkerchief, his mouth trembling in quiet sobs, a man who lost not just an icon but a brother in arms. As the assembly settles, WWE Chief Content Officer Paul “Triple H” Levesque steps forward, microphone in hand, his voice steady but laced with genuine heartache. Dressed in a crisp suit, the Game—who once clashed with Hogan in epic battles—addresses the crowd: “Ladies and gentlemen, yesterday we lost one of the biggest, most globally recognized icons in the world. Even the typically stoic Undertaker, lurking in the back row in his black trench coat, removes his hat, his legendary Deadman persona yielding to human emotion. As the final bell echoes, the screen transitions into a heartfelt video package, narrated by Triple H himself. Clips flash by: Hogan slamming Andre the Giant at WrestleMania Three before ninety-three thousand fans, ripping his shirt to reveal that chiseled physique, posing with the WWE Championship belt held high. Intercut are tributes from peers—John Cena’s voiceover: “Hulk Hogan wasn’t just a wrestler; he was the reason I believed in heroes.” Ric Flair chimes in: “Woooo! The Hulkster was my brother, my rival, my friend—rest easy, Hulk!” Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson adds: “He was my childhood hero, and the electricity we created at WrestleMania Eighteen? Unforgettable.” The montage builds to Hogan’s signature entrance music, “Real American,” playing softly as fans sing along, many in the audience dabbing at tears or pumping their fists in Hulkamania poses. The reactions among the stars are palpable: Oba Femi, a rising talent, looks inspired yet saddened, perhaps contemplating how Hogan’s path opened doors for international stars like him. Braun Strowman, known for his monster persona, appears contemplative, flexing subtly as if channeling Hogan’s energy. Drew McIntyre nods approvingly at the clips, a faint smile breaking through his grief, while Karrion Kross stares intently, absorbing the history. In the crowd, fans young and old share stories—kids in replica Hogan bandanas, adults reminiscing about ’80s pay-per-views—creating a communal wave of mourning and celebration. As the tribute fades, the stars slowly disperse from the ramp, some lingering to share hugs or quiet words. Jimmy Hart remains longest, gazing at the screen with a final, tearful wave. The show transitions, but the night feels forever marked by this moment—a fitting send-off for the man who made wrestling a global phenomenon, leaving behind a legacy that, as the chants remind us, will run wild forever.