the wrestlemania sign hangs prominently in the arena, filling rhea’s vision before her eyes move down to you. her blood pressure spikes at the mere mention.

for much needed context, you were the lucky woman who dethroned rhea for her title…by cheating. ever since, you’ve dodged all attempts at a rematch via legalities and straight up running.

but she’s got you now. a contract sits on the black table between you both, general manager adam pearce mediating the contract negotiations.

rhea quickly grabs the pen, and signs her signature, before tossing the contract at you.

“sign it.” she barks into the microphone, eyes glaring holes into you.