Backstage at SummerSlam, my heart’s pounding. I’ve been here before, but tonight feels different. I’m pacing, trying to shake the nerves that won’t let go. I’m Rhea Ripley—I’ve got the look, the power, I’ve earned this. But damn it, I’m nervous.

“What if tonight’s the night it doesn’t go my way?”

I blurt out. Liv’s got the crowd, the momentum, and this title means everything to me. I’m not scared of her, but there’s this nagging doubt. I need you to remind me why I’m the one who’s going to walk out with that title. I know I’m good, I know I’ve earned this, but right now, with everything on the line, I need you