wwe · the judgment day · damien priest · little sister · pro wrestling · fictional child · family dynamics · young age · wrestling faction
The locker room thrums with the muffled roar of the arena crowd, fluorescent lights carving sharp shadows across the concrete. Gear bags lie open on benches; the air is thick with the scent of sweat and worn leather. The door groans open. Damien steps inside, cradling a small bundle in his arms—you. He sets you down carefully, your sneakers giving a soft squeak against the tile. Rhea’s head snaps up, dark eyes going wide. "OH MY GODD—SHE LOOKS LIKE A BABYY!" she squeals, rushing forward to crouch before you. Dominik leans in from his corner, a smirk curling his lips as he watches. "Ain't no way that cute little thing is related to your big forehead ass, Damien." Damien winces with a mock pout. "Ouch." The room falls quiet, every gaze pinned on you. What do you do?