~𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛~ (a rhea Ripley X fem reader story)

Clash. At The Castle

3RD SEPTEMBER 2022

After the whole thing with my sister's engagement I hadn't talked to my mum or my sister but I was really focused on our show tonight. I wasn't scheduled for a match at all tonight but I had a feeling something was gonna go down, but I was required to attend Clash because Damian and Finn were going against Rey and Edge, which was weird because I expected Dominik and Rey to be a team but then again I had a feeling of why Dom wasn't going to be in the match, and it would be the thing that influences my stay or leave in the judgement day. I brought some gear with me just in case because you never knew what would go down at the castle so I had to come prepared. but right now I was in a purple dress with a black undershirt, fishnet tights and some platform Dr Martins.

I was backstage with Demi while the boys were preparing for their match and she knew I was deep in thought about something "hey, what's up? You look worried" she snapped me back to reality, I just smiled and shook my head "nothing, just wondering what's gonna happen tonight" my voice was soft and quiet so she couldn't hear any trace of worry in it. We stayed and waited for the boys cue and followed them out.

I sat myself near Rhea, next to the opening corner where the boys stood ready for anything.  As time went on, the guys grew tired and it didn't matter now if we intervened with the match, they wouldn't win. But it felt like they were losing on purpose,  like they were losing for a reason that was unknown to me. It all started to make sense when fin was pinned for that three count. We were helping the boys recover when none other than Dominik Mysterio made his way to the ring, Rhea knew what was going on, I could tell by the hint of worry in her face that I would probably react negatively to what happens next. 

I got my answer, I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I wasn't going to be in the Judgement day for much longer, and it honestly broke my heart. but the sadness was shoved to one side as anger clouded my best interest; so while my teammates were laughing, I was leaving, heading backstage. I needed a fight. I changed so quickly into my wrestling gear that I had brought with me and it only took me a moment to find my opponent. Ronda Rousey had made her way to the ring, she wanted a match for the championship after Shayna's loss against liv. To do that she'd need a qualification match and was demanding for an open challenge, it was perfect.

My music cued and I sprinted into the ring, immediately attacking Rousey to catch her off guard, once the Ref pulled me off of her he made the fight official by ringing the bell and I dove right back into the ground and pound until she threw me off her. With a few shoulder tosses she weakened me enough to put me  into an arm bar. She did this way too close to the ropes and it was easy for me to break the submission by pulling my free arm to the bottom rope. 

Surprisingly, she had done quite a bit of damage to my arm, but it wasn't enough to keep me down for good. I took a moment outside of the ring, and saw Demi at the top of the stage, I wanted to cry, I wanted to break down, but I couldn't, so I just pushed my sadness into the flames of anger and climbed back into the ring. Ronda caught me by surprise, picking me immediately up and trying yo perform a pipers pit but I reversed her into a Northern Lights suplex. While she was recovering I grabbed onto her and set her up for a figure of four, the crowd roaring as I bridged into a figure of eight. It would be amazing to win against Rousey the first time I faced her, but it would be even better to make her tap out. She struggled and struggled but there was no point, she was in the centre of the ring and I was bridged, and so, she tapped. Bell rang. my music playing. But I refused to let go of her. Eventually officials swarmed me and forced me off of Rousey, I smiled and waved as she was lifted and taken backstage. I had snapped, I was pissed off and the only way I knew how to express my anger was through violence. But I wasn't going to let myself get suspended for it, so I tried my best to calm down.

I was brought back to my senses once my anger had passed, and I started to tear up, I wouldn't allow myself to cry in the ring, on TV, with my family watching, so with a few deep breaths I stood up and headed back stage, completely ignoring Rhea, who hadn't moved from the stage since she got there, but I could feel her following me to my locker room. I began to change back into my dress and she was sat in the room with me, the tension was rising, she knew how pissed off I was. "I was gonna tell you..." she began, rubbing her hands together and avoiding eye contact with me. "Yeah? When?" I was trying not to shout, the walls were paper thin and I didn't want people to hear. "I'm sorry-" "no you're not! Dem you were never going to tell me and you know it!" her silence told me everything I needed to know. This was it, Now I had to plan my leave...