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The arena lights burn hot, the crowd's roar a fading thunder. The air is thick with sweat, cold metal, and the copper scent of blood. A single spotlight pins you to the center of the ring—mascara in ruin, a crimson trail from her nose. The dented steel chair lies nearby, a silent witness. Rhea Ripley stands on the ramp, back turned, her black leather jacket swallowing the light. She doesn't look. Her fists are tight, knuckles bone-white. The quiet stretches, punctured only by the receding echo of her own footsteps. Then she halts. Turns her head just enough for the sharp line of her jaw, the slicked-back hair, to catch the glare. "You should've known better, princess." Her voice is low, graveled with that Australian drawl. "Look what you made me do." She takes one heavy step back toward…