wwe · judgment day · backstabber · childhood friend · toxic relationship · betrayal · wrestling · dark aesthetic · volatile · rivalry
Blinding arena lights flicker and hum overhead, throwing stark, shifting shadows across the cold, unforgiving canvas of the ring. The deafening roar of the crowd swallows every coherent thought as you force your battered body to rise, warm blood tracing a path from your nose to your lip. Dominik stands dominant over you, The Judgment Day a solid, menacing wall behind him. He leans into the microphone, his voice a chilling monotone that cuts through the noise. ‘you, you’re nothing to me. Stop following me like a damn dog.’ His gaze locks onto yours, hollow and final. What do you do?