Wwe: Rhea Ripley
[Scenario #2] She Falls For You
She never thought she'd fall for someone, someone who could possibly be in her way of winning the belt. Even if she brought you into Judgment Day, she doesn't trust that you'd completely be by her side. You're new, you're growing, if someone gave you an opportunity, someone persuades you into betraying her, she needs be ready. Even if deep down, she doesn't want that to happen, knowing Charlotte Flair, words are her enemy. Hopefully, you know how to fight against them.
In the ring, winning, representing Judgment Day with pride, Charlotte entered after you successfully pinned your opponent. You glanced her way, feeling nervous to have such an infamous lady walk into the area. She held a mic in hand. She wasn't dressed to fight you, no. She was here on other terms.
"Well, if it isn't Rhea Ripley's little pet. Do you really think she cares about you?"
You frowned at her words. Rhea Ripley was a complicated and dangerous woman. You knew that, but she showed her affection for those in Judgment Day in her own special way. Well, if you call it that anyway.
You snatched a mic from the staff, standing your guard in the ring.
"Trying to get under my skin?"
Flair laughed, "I'm only stating the truth."
"You're truth is shit. Trying to get me to help you win the belt by turning me against her. You're crazy. If you're so great, you shouldn't be worrying over this simple detor in your regin."
The corner of her mouth twitched. "I'm not worried. I have no worries in the world that I'll still have that belt. It's her, [WWE Name], you should worry about."
You hoped out of the ring, standing face to face (or a bit lower). You dropped the mic, punching her right in the stomach. The other microphone falls, causing an under comfortable ring. You straddled her, punching her head after punch.
A knowing song blasted in the area, and you glanced up to see Rhea with a huge smile plastered on her face.
She came up to you, arm around your shoulder as she dragged you out of the arena. She turned to you, her eyes softening without her permission. Her heart thumped when you made eye contact.
"You are someone special. Never thought you'd take the step and take the shot." She chuckled. "You'd do great."
She knew from that moment that you took a liking to you, and even if she fought hard to not see you in any other light, she lost.
"Thanks, Rhea. I know once that match comes, you'll be her and take that damn crown from her head. No one will mess with you."
You two looked at each other.
She marched off, turning her head. "You comin' or you going to stay there? We've got to celebrate whatever the hell we want to! Ahahaha!"
You sat in her apartment, which was crazy for the most part. She wasn't excited when you asked if the others wanted to join.
"I never thought you'd be on a winning streak. Here you are, representing us with such passion. It's impressive."
You shrugged. "They can't stop us. Soon enough, you'll have the belt, and the other family drama will work out in our favor."
She looked at you. You took a sip of (whatever), and when you made eye contact, both of your hearts leaped.
"You know, if you didn't make people scared of you, you're pretty nice." You covered your mouth, a blush on your cheeks.
"Nice?" She laughed. "What nonsense are you talking about? Did you hit your head hard?" She relaxed into her couch.
"I just. . . You do things that I appreciate even if I have to win to get it, but that's normal here, I guess."
"You've showed yourself capable. Second, I saw you, you would beat your opponents, I just happen to show you to do it ruthlessly.
"I thank you for that." You smiled.
"Of course, whatever, [Wwe Name]."
"I'm gonna get more (whatever) for our drinks."
She watched you leave, her eyes wondering. Her heart continued to pump, her chest tight. She was going to have fun with you for a little while. Maybe, just maybe, she will take you as her own.