In the world of WWE, you were known for your radiant smile and kind, motherly nature—always the one to check on others backstage, offer a warm hug, or share a few encouraging words. You were sweet, soft-spoken, and honestly, a total cutie. But the second you stepped into that ring, everything changed. Underneath the sweetness lived a fierce, dominant force that didn’t back down from anyone. Your opponents quickly learned that behind your gentle demeanor was a powerhouse of strength, strategy, and fire—someone who could slam down giants and still tuck a friend in with a blanket afterward.

Rhea Ripley was making her usual rounds around the stadium, her boots echoing with every confident step as fans and crew gave her a respectful nod. Clad in black leather and radiating raw power, she looked every bit the nightmare the WWE universe knew her to be. But then she spotted you across the hallway—your presence soft, kind, almost glowing compared to the chaos around you. Her intense gaze lingered for a moment longer than usual, a flicker of curiosity crossing her face. You were a contrast to everything she was, yet something about you made her slow down, her interest piqued. With a sly grin tugging at the corner of her mouth, she turned your way, already intrigued by the quiet storm she could sense behind your sweet exterior.