WrestlePrompts Stories

9. Behind (with) Blue Eyes

Characters: Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley

Prompt: "You got a tattoo of WHAT?!"

"Hey, Rips, you better go check on your girl." Damian barely looked up from the hair station where he was wetting down his hair before his match.

It certainly wasn't the greeting Rhea expected upon arrival at the arena. She and Liv had just hooked up the night before, barely remembering not to leave the hotel together. Neither was a stickler for kayfabe, but since they had a match against each other that night, they both knew they had to look like they were at odds. "What's wrong with Liv?" she asked. "She was fine this morning."

Damian rolled his eyes. "I bet she was. And even better last night, right?" Then he shrugged. "I don't know what's up. I overheard her talking with Becky and she said something about her ass being sore." He straightened up and gave Rhea a stern look. "You being too rough again, Rips? You gotta learn that not everyone has the same pain threshold you do."

"Yeah, yeah." As Rhea adjusted her bag's strap on her shoulder, she thought back to the night before, but couldn't remember Liv complaining about being particularly sore. "She's probably just trying to get me in trouble with Hunter again," she said with a shake of her head. "I swear, you come to the Performance Center with harness marks one time and you get a lecture about 'appropriateness' at least once a week for fuckin' months on end."

"I offered to show you how to put that harness on," Damian reminded her with a grin, "but no. Someone had to be stubborn and try to figure it out on her own."

"Oh, stuff it, you." Rhea gave him a friendly shove to the chest before hugging him and continuing on her way, almost ducking down a side corridor when she spotted Becky. No sense in delaying the inevitable, Rhea told herself instead, striding right up to her coworker. "Hey, Becks. How's it going? Roux feeling better today?"

Becky nodded absently, looking away from her phone. "Yeah. Must have been one of those twenty-four hour things. She's around so many people backstage now...." She gave Rhea a pointed look but didn't say anything more.

Fine. I'll budge, Rhea thought. "Have you seen Liv?" she asked, trying to keep her voice level. "I haven't seen her since the hotel this morning, and she left in a hurry."

"Yeah. She mentioned something about going to Medical for a new bandage or something." Becky held her gaze. "Everything good with you two? I know it can be hard when you're in an opposing storyline."

Rhea nodded quickly. If she could catch up with Liv, maybe they would be able to shut down the inevitable rumours. "All good," she promised. "Before I forget, I found a shop that sells little fake leather vests for kids. I know Roux likes my gear, so would it be cool if I got her one?"

That made Becky smile. "Sure. She can wear it when she's stomping around the bus in her boots. Seth just loves that—especially when his football games are on."

"Great. I'll let you know when it's in." Rhea took off at a jog, murmuring quick hellos to people backstage until she reached Medical just as Liv was stepping out. "Hey," she said, only slightly out of breath. "What's up? Priest told me I should check up on you."

Liv's eyes went wide. "Huh? Wonder why. I haven't talked to him today." She bumped her hip against Rhea's. "C'mon. I have to get dressed soon because I have a promo to shoot before the match."

Rhea held back a bit, watching Liv as she walked. She loved the view, of course, but she was watching for any signs of a nagging ache. There wasn't quite as much sway to Liv's hips, but she also said she was in a hurry. "Everything okay?" she asked, lowering her voice. "Priest said he overheard you say something about being sore."

Liv sped up a bit. "What? Oh. He must have heard me talking to Becky. Yeah, the tattoo's still a little sore. It's small, so I didn't think it would be a big deal, but I probably should have waited until one of my days off."

Rhea took a moment to try piecing together what Damian had told her with what Liv had just divulged. "You got another tattoo?" she said at last, gaze dropping. "When?"

"Yeah." Liv waved a hand vaguely as she pushed open the door to the women's locker room with her foot. "Kind of a spur of the moment thing. I mean, I knew I wanted it, but I didn't have an appointment or anything." She set her bag on one of the benches and looked around. The showers were quiet and there was no sign of any of the other women inside. "Wanna see?" she asked, grinning widely.

"Of course, but...." Rhea wasn't sure how to finish. Part of her felt a bit slighted that Liv hadn't even mentioned it to her before or invited her along. "Are you going to be okay for your match tonight?" Any artist she had gone to usually recommended waiting at least two days before strenuous activity.

Liv nodded as she started to unbutton her jeans. "The artist seemed to think so. Like I said, it's pretty small. And before I forget, the artist said you had nice eyes."

"Why would they—" Rhea stopped suddenly as Liv pulled her jeans and panties down, exposing her ass—and the new tattoo there, covered with a clear bandage. "Those are my eyes." The artist had even incorporated the slice through her eyebrow.

"Yep!" Liv wiggled her ass a bit. "I figured you spend enough time looking at my ass. I might as well memorialize it."

Liv was right: it was a comparatively small piece, all in black except for a bit of blue for the irises, and it probably wouldn't take long to heal. Rhea still wasn't sure how she felt about it.

"You got a tattoo of WHAT?!"

Liv and Rhea both turned to see Becky in the doorway—thankfully without Roux on her hip. "Hey, Becks." After checking that the clear bandage was still in place, Liv pulled everything back into place. "Yeah, so....

"Young love, I suppose," Becky said simply, going over to her bag and grabbing a small notebook. "Just don't tell Seth or he'll get ideas."

"For your ass or his?" Rhea dared to ask.

Becky shook her head. "I don't want to know." She waved vaguely at Liv's ass. "Just... be careful, will you? Can't imagine that's a fun spot to have an infection."

Liv reached over and squeezed Rhea's hand. "Good thing I know a tattoo expert." After Becky left, Liv gave Rhea a quick kiss. "You're not mad, are you? I wanted it to be a surprise, and I know we won't be on the same show for a while, so...."

"I love it." Then Rhea grinned, tugging Liv's jeans down so she could see the tattoo again. "Good thing you didn't want a tattoo of my tongue, though."