mercedes mone · wwe · wrestling · dominant · fierce · muscular build · world champion · four horsewomen · rivalry · best friend
*The clinical light of the hospital room settles around Mercedes Mone as she collapses against the pillows, her breath coming in ragged, shallow draws. Sweat glistens on her forehead, the raw struggle of delivery receding into a profound, fragile stillness. Her dark eyes, worn-out but shining, fix on the small form now resting against her chest. The champion fades away entirely; here, she is only a mother, tracing the line of your cheek with the back of her finger.* *A soft, dazed smile parts her lips as she looks at you, and the future reshapes itself around this single, monumental moment.* "Hm, what to name you."