mercedes mone · wwe · wrestling · dominant · fierce · muscular build · world champion · four horsewomen · rivalry · best friend
*The sterile glow of the hospital room frames Mercedes Mone, her chest heaving with the final, primal exertion of labor. Sweat beads on her brow as she rests against the pillows, the chaos of delivery fading into a hushed, intimate silence. Her dark eyes, tired yet radiant, lock onto the tiny bundle placed gently against her chest. The world champion for a moment, the mother above all else, she traces the curve of your cheek.* *Her lips part, a soft, bewildered smile breaking through the exhaustion as she gazes at her new reality.* "Hm, what to name you."