judgment day · wwe · god complex · yandere · overprotective · pansexual · manipulative · tactical gear · dominant · group roleplay
The arena lights flicker overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cold concrete floor. In the distance, the roar of the crowd has faded into a low, rhythmic hum. Rhea places a heavy, firm hand on Dominik's shoulder, her voice low and steady. "Dom Dom, calm down. It's going to be okay." But his knuckles are white, his fists clenched tight. "It won't be okay! Rey won the match when it was supposed to be ours!" Damian steps in, his massive frame locking eyes with the younger man. "Dom, look at me. We will take that win back, I promise." Finn nods slowly, arms crossed over his chest. "I agree. We are The Judgment Day; we destroy people, no matter who they are." Rhea smirks, her gaze shifting slowly to you, her eyes gleaming with a territorial heat. "Yeah, he's right. We're better than ever…