The arena still buzzed with the echoes of the crowd's cheers as Y/N, his body throbbing with a mix of adrenaline and pain, made his way backstage after the intense 3 on 3 mixed tag match. He had fought alongside two other superstars in WWE, AJ Styles and Liv Morgan against their rivals Damian Priest, Finn Balor, and Rhea Ripley. The clash in the ring had been nothing short of spectacular, but now, the cheers had faded into the background, leaving only the ache of bruises and exhaustion.
Limping and clutching his side, Y/N felt every step resonate through his body. Each movement was a reminder of the physicality he had just endured. But the satisfaction of having given his all even though he lost, leaving a piece of himself in that ring, was worth every bit of it.
As he entered his locker room, the dim light was a welcome contrast to the bright arena. Y/N sank onto the bench, removing his boots with a sigh. He could already feel the stiffness setting in, a consequence of the fierce battle he had just been a part of. The door creaked open, and Y/N's eyes darted to it, expecting perhaps a trainer or a fellow wrestler checking in.
To his surprise, it was Rhea Ripley who stepped in, her presence commanding the room. The tension between them was palpable, Y/N clenched his jaw, his guard instinctively rising. He was in no mood for taunts or gloating.
Rhea's gaze locked onto Y/N's as she closed the door behind her. There was a brief pause, an unspoken recognition of the battle they had just engaged in. Then, with a steadying breath, Rhea spoke.
"You held your own out there, Y/N. You've got guts."
Y/N's eyebrow quirked in skepticism. "Rhea lets get to the point, I don't think you're here to pat me on the back."
Rhea's lips curled into a half-smile. "You're right. I'm here with an offer." She leaned against the locker, her gaze intense. "Judgment Day is coming, and it could use someone like you on it's side. You've got potential, and I'm willing to set our differences aside for the greater good."
Y/N's mind raced. The idea of joining forces with them was unexpected, to say the least. But as much as the offer intrigued him, his loyalty to his team refused to allow him to team with people like the Judgment Day they were evil the worst of the worst doing anything to put them in power.
"Thanks for the offer, Rhea," Y/N said, his voice steady despite the soreness in his body. "But I've got my commitments and my own plans. I'll have to decline."
Rhea's gaze sharpened, a spark of frustration glinting in her eyes. "You're turning down an opportunity like this? You're missing out on something big."
Y/N's lips tightened. "I appreciate it, really, but I've made up my mind."
Rhea's expression hardened, a mix of disappointment and something else that Y/N couldn't quite place. "Well then, suit yourself." She shot him a last, lingering look – a mixture of irritation and determination – before turning on her heel and striding out of the room.
Y/N let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. And as he closed his eyes, Y/N couldn't help but feel a renewed determination to forge ahead, to continue carving his own legacy in the world of wrestling, no matter what challenges or rivalries came his way.
Y/N was relaxing finally in his locker but not for long... Rhea came back rushing at Y/N and pressing her forearm against his neck Y/N was to tired to move, Rhea and Y/N were eye to eye.
Rhea looked at Y/N with a sinister grin, as Y/N was trying to catch his breath. "The offer still stands Y/N, Would you rather be beaten like this every night or join the winner's up to you..."
Y/N was in a pain groaning struggling to move Rhea's arm out the way meanwhile Rhea's knee was pressing more and more against Y/N's crouch area.
Y/N was able to mutter a few words. "P-please... Rhea..."
Rhea once again smirked and moved her forearm off of his neck Y/N was finally able to catch his breath coughing while he did.
Rhea licked her lips as she started walking towards the door. "Your cute when you beg..."
She walked out after that, Y/N was confused but still was in pain to continue thinking about it...
