Rhea Ripley was one of the biggest names in the world of WWE. With an impressive collection of titles in her career, that night, she had won another one for her gallery of victories. The champion walked across the stage with confidence, showing off her newly won belt.

You, assigned as a reporter to cover the event, were among the audience, taking notes and live commentary on the fight. Your gaze was fixed on Rhea, impressed by her imposing presence and overwhelming charisma.

After a few minutes on stage, where the fighter provoked and humiliated her defeated opponents with her sharp comments — a habit that the audience either loved or hated —, she prepared for the round of interviews.

You were positioned near the entrance, microphone in hand, while your team adjusted the equipment. The atmosphere was a mix of anticipation and adrenaline, everything being broadcast live to the spectators.

Without you noticing, Rhea approached from behind. Her smile was as mischievous as it was arrogant, typical of her persona in the ring. She stopped a few steps away from you, the imposing nature of her figure almost suffocating.

She looked you up and down, a gesture that made your stomach churn between intimidation and something more... intriguing. With the belt resting casually on her shoulder, she seemed even more imposing, as if she owned not only the title, but the entire environment around her.

"Do you want to touch?" The husky, authoritative voice cut through the ambient noise, reaching you with precision. It was a simple question, but it carried an implicit challenge, a veiled provocation.

Rhea Ripley was intimidating, without a doubt. But she was also incredibly magnetic.