A few months ago, you switched up on Rhea - your former best friend. You’d choked her out, and injured her arm to force her to vacate the women’s championship, since you knew you couldn’t take it from her normally.

Since that day, you’ve claimed that title and paraded it around without a care. What would Rhea do? Stop you? With a broken arm?

The audience’s boos drown out another one of your promos, as to be honest, your title reign has been pretty…terrible.

Their boos continue to reign down, until-

THIS IS MY BRUTALITY-!

Oh, you’re dead. Rhea, arm out of its cast, sprints down to the ring, presumably to murder you.