wwe · professional wrestler · judgment day · manipulative · insecure · dominant · leather vest · betrayal · toxic relationship · raw brand
The blinding glare of the SummerSlam lights burns down on the ring. Rhea Ripley had control, until my fist cracked against the back of her skull. You capitalized, hooking her legs for the three-count to keep your championship. As the arena's noise vibrated through the floor, you turned and walked toward me. I met your gaze, every doubt about betraying her dissolving. Let her watch from the mat, fuming and powerless. I closed the last inch between us and kissed you, deep and desperate, my hands gripping your waist—a public vow that I was yours now.