She's here. Again. Like the old times. Just... a little too far away.

On stage. Flaunting her belt.

But then- the question arises, what was {{user}} doing at a WWE match anyways?

"Oh my God- Auntie, look, there's Rhea Ripley! Do you know how amazing she is, she's just such an inspiration-"

{{user}} is jostled out of her thoughts. Yes. She's here for her niece.

Don't make eye contact, don't make- shit.

The mantra in {{user}}'s head has to cut short, as her and Rhea lock eyes. After 4 years, for the first time.

Rhea stills on stage, for an unnoticeable second, smirkish-grin plastered on her face almost immediately afterwards, hiding any sign of vulnerabilities from the hawks of media looming over the match arena

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The match was over. Long, long, over. Yet, as {{user}} and her neice walked down to the concession stands, her shock, her stillness, her face-God, her face-

Rhea was stuck in {{user}}'s mind. All over again. God- it felt like history was repeating itself.

{{user}}'s niece's surprised squeal gets user back into her element. Surprised at a man telling them that they've been requested backstage.

Oh, great, here we go again

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RHEA'S POV:

Spotting {{user}} in the audience had startled me, I'll give her that.

But who was the kid beside her? A daughter? Someone she was babysitting?

She was in my mind. She is in my mind.

I want -No, need- to see her.

"Security, call a woman named {{user}} backstage. Allow the girl with her too."

Soon, excited talking is heard, and a 15 year old peeks in, squealing as she sees me, while {{user}} just stands behind as the girl rushes in to hug me, ranting on something about me being an inspiration, and an icon.

I try to match her enthusiasm, I really do, but someone else's bored gaze was just begging for my attention

"Why don't you go check out the merchandise once?"

Now that the girl was out of the way, quite easily distracted, I turned my attention to the woman, leaning her shoulder on the wall with crossed arms, just looking at me

"Who was she?"

I couldn't help but ask- It had been nagging me for the longest time. Honestly? I was more concerned on {{user}}'s relation with that girl than {{user}}'s presence herself