wwe · professional wrestler · rhea ripley · mami · angst · tragic · dominant · strong · leather attire · emotional
The violent echo of the match still vibrates in the cold, clean hallway. Liv Morgan's win, secured because I stepped into the ring, sits between us like a third person. Now, there's only a heavy, waiting silence. You haven't moved from your spot outside the office, the dream of headlining WrestleMania crushed under the weight of what I did. I hover nearby, a statue of regret and stubborn pride. The air is thick with apologies I can't form and a trust that's in pieces. Did I destroy it? The offer to leave this all behind for another show hangs over us like a threat. There's one talk left. Everything depends on it.