Not that bad // Rhea Ripley

43- H. Ledger

"Let's just say I've never got an angel "

Letlive

We were back home from the fast food, and I crashed into the couch, Phil landing next to me. He had said something to Scott just before we entered, and the later left immediately, saying he was tired. I didn't really mind, until Phil said the thing.

" Roxanne, I need to talk to you." He scratched his neck.

' Well yeah, go ahead, I'm listening." I smiled at him, even though I was anticipating like hell.

' I just hope you wont hate me." He looked down, and then at me. "I tried out for WWE."

" Why he fuck would I be mad at you, it's amazing !" I smiled. "That's what you've always wanted."

" But she is there now." He sighed.

" Well didn't you say it was over because you couldn't stand her mind anymore?" I asked, confused.

" The thing is ... " he hesitated a moment before taking my hand in his. "Since I left, I've always been with different girls, because I missed you like crazy, and never wanted to be alone again, and it has become a habit of mine." He let go of my hand instantly, apologizing. "I just don't know how to be alone and happy anymore."

" Being single doesn't equal being alone Phil." I explained as gently as I could. " You can be single and still surrounded by friends and family. Because you don't have a lover, doesn't mean no one loves you."

I saw a smile creep on his face and he hugged me. I told him once again that I was really happy for him, and we both went to bed.

Next morning I woke up extra early, probably still fucked up from jetlag, and went downstairs to make coffee for the guys. Today was going to be another hard day of training, gaining muscle back, and trying to be back at my best and even better. I wasn't going to wrestle today actually, Scott suggested we could just go lift some weight, and work on my knee's strength and flexibility. We all got prepared and left to the training center. Since it was pretty early, the gym was not crowded, which felt sooo nice. Phil decided to go train on the ring and also had to go see a doctor for his ribs, see if everything was right. If he gets accepted into WWE he'll have to undergo a full check in ROH and over there.

" Ready to suffer a little young lady ?" Scott asked cheekily.

" I'm always anticipating the worst with you Scott." I sighed. "Please don't go too hard on me, I kinda want to get back in the ring again one day."

" Don't worry, I'm not a monster."

We started with stretching, for a long time, so there was very little to no risks, and went to the machines. He made me lift things with my legs, going gradually but never going over 15 kg, so we could start easily. He let me rest and stretch, before going to the press. I pushed a little more, since it was easier. He then decided to let my legs rest and we stretched, going over to the other exercises. We worked on our backs. His was so fucking toned, it's almost mesmerizing. Suddenly I felt two hands on my shoulders.

" Stop drooling and start working! " Phil's voice said half-amused and half-serious.

" He was just showing me some exercise." I explained. "Weren't you supposed to train on the ring ?"

" It's taken right now, so I figured out I could come and train with you guys." He asked. "If I'm not bothering, that is."

" Why would you be ?" Scott responded as he got up. "Show her what this looks like when you're lanky."

" You, sir " he pointed Scott with his finger. "Are the biggest asshole this Earth has ever seen."

He laughed a little and went on to lift the weights, explaining me as he did. He didn't lift as much, and maybe wasn't as massive as Scott, but it was still impressive.

The rest of the week went off pretty much like that, training, and switching from matches to muscle gain. I was just so excited to go back on the ring it felt like that week extended for months to be honest. But finally, here I was, about to go on that ring again, and "betray" Scott. They decided I'd go in normal clothes, with not much makeup, only my piercing and hair being an indication I changed. There we had the typical "betrayal" scenario. I'd help Punk win against Colt, even though I was on the latest's corner. We were now waiting for Scott's theme song to begin, and walked down the ramp as we used to. Phil came after us and the match began. I was supposed to look like I was not really into the match, like Colt didn't interest me anymore. The audience was starting to boo and yell a little at me, which was good. It was also sign for the guys to take it to the next level, and for me to distract the referee as Colt was trying to pin Punk. Once I did he came to me and "yelled" at me, asking me why I did so, and it's the time Punk chose to finish and pin him. Once the bell rang, I came back on the ring and raised Punk's hand in the air. We left the ring side by side, and the show ended like that, with not much more explanation from either of us. They would get that next week. When Scott came back backstage I still hugged him and told him I was sorry, because I truly was, I didn't like to betray people, even for fake. They got changed and I waited outside for them.

" So you're on our side now ?" Colby's voice asked behind me. "The "heel" side."

" Well, yeah, seems like it" I answered simply. "I haven't had the chance to see you wrestle yet, such a shame."

" That time will come beautiful lady." He winked at me. "Do I need to drop you off somewhere ?"

" No, don't worry." I smiled. "I'm just waiting for Phil and Scott."

" May I ask you where you're from ?" He asked hesitantly. "You've got a cute little accent but I can't picture which one."

" Oh well thank you." I blushed a little. "I'm from Australia."

" Really ? It's so fucking far away! " He almost scream. "And so you've got an apartment here ?"

" Well for now I'm living with Phil and Scott, since I'll only be legal at the end of the year."