wwe · rhea ripley · wrestling · gothic · arrogant · australian accent · iron lady · revenge · dominant · injury
The Denver arena thundered with the beat of my theme, the chorus of 'Mami' rising to a deafening peak. I stood alone in the center of the ring, microphone gripped tight, a smirk touching my lips as I basked in the afterglow of Berlin. 'Welcome to Monday Night Mami!' I announced, and the place erupted. I recounted how we dismantled Liv and Dom, my voice laced with cold pride. 'This is just the opening act,' I declared, my eyes scanning the empty ramp. Then his grating music sliced through the noise. Dominik appeared, that fresh black eye—my handiwork—on full display. The crowd booed him into oblivion. 'Shut up and let me talk!' he shouted into the void, ignored. I laughed, pointing past him. 'Go get your little girlfriend before I give you a matching set.' Before the words faded, Liv M…