Not that bad // Rhea Ripley

88 - Malevolence

 "Well I'm not afraid

To take the world on myself"

New Years Day

At around 10 a.m that morning, Demi got a call from the bookers. We were in the gym, and she picked it up next to me. I didn't hear anything, I just saw her squeal, and then hand me the phone.

"Hi?" I said. "How are you?"

"Fine, and you?" He asked, seemingly less stressed than he had been. "Listen I just called Demi to let her know that New Years Day would do her entrance live at Wrestlemania, and I wanted you to have your moment too, but sadly, due to the short notice, I can't get Electric Callboy to do it, I'm sorry."

"Oh, it's okay, I get that they must be very busy."

"So, is there any other band that you would like to have on that day?" He asked.

"Oh shit, you really want me to have a live band?" I tried to maintain a neutral tone, to not seem completely ecstatic. I thought for like half a second, before my pick became obvious. "There's a band called 5 Seconds Of Summer, they're actually my friends, and if they aren't on tour, I'm pretty sure they'd say yes? So I can give you a number if you want?"

"Yeah, that would be absolutely perfect! I'll call them as soon as we hang up."

I gave him different phone numbers, just in case, and put back my phone in my bag at the end of the call.

"So, you're gonna have New Years Day live for you?" I asked Demi, almost as excited as her.

"Yeah, it's incredible!" Her eyes were glistening, like those of a child on Christmas day. "With every day that passes, I'm even more pumped for Wrestlemania!"

We spent the rest of the morning training, and after lunch, had to head out to an interview on a radio show, a few kilometers from there. This was the part I didn't really like about becoming more famous. I wasn't good with words. I got better with my in-ring talk, but interviews, radio shows, and media appearances in general weren't my forte.

"Hey, you're going to do great, I know it." Demi softly spoke, as the stroked my leg. "We're together, it'll be alright. Focus on the fact that I'm taking you out tonight." The smile, and the teasing were evident in her voice, and I loved that.

"I guess I'll trust you on that one too." I said. "Just don't let me make a fool of myself."

And she didn't. Well, we were both good, and it was a fairly basic interview like, how did you receive the news, what made you want to wrestle, and all of that. I drove us back to the hotel after that, so we could get prepared for our date. I felt so giddy thinking about it. I was going on a date, with Demi. I couldn't wait. As I was getting us some water, my phone rang, indicating an incoming video call from Michael.

"Oh hey baby!" I sung as I plopped down on the bed, making Demi smile, and put him on speaker phone. "What can I do for you?"

"Well first of all, maybe explain why the fuck we got a call from your enterprise?" He asked, and I saw the others behind him.

"Ooooh, that." Demi sat behind me, and I leaned a little onto her chest. "Are you mad that I suggested you guys before asking you?"

"No, it's not that!" Ashton said. "Oh hi Demi! It's just that after saying yes, we did our researches, and Wrestlemania's like, the biggest event you could be a part of? When were you going to tell us you had been booked for that??"

"Wait, did you just say you accepted?" I squealed. "You're going to make my Wrestlemania entrance??? Fuck, I love you guys so so much!" My eyes were as glossy as ever, and my heart made jumps when I felt Demi pulling me back against her body, her arm around my waist. I was so whipped for that girl. "I only knew like 2 days ago that we were doing Wrestlemania, and it got crazy, I didn't get a chance to call you, nor my mom."

"Seems like there is something else you forgot to tell us about?" Michael had a smirk in his voice, and I realized the position we were in, and the fact that they didn't know. I shot a glance at Demi, not knowing if it was okay to tell them. She just nodded softly and smiled, kissing the top of my head.

"Okay, so, I guess we're testing things?" I hesitated. "I don't want to rush my relationships anymore, so we're taking our time. We're actually going on our first date tonight." I blushed heavily. "But this stays between us alright? We're far from public or anything."

"Promised!" Ashton smiled. "I'm happy for you girls."

"Thank you Ash." I smiled back. "I can't wait to see you guys next month. I should be able to get you front row seats for the match."

I hung up soon after, and we both went to get prepared. I picked one of my favorite outfits ever, and changed in the room, as Demi changed into our bathroom. I decided to go for tight black jeans, and a tucked in oversized shirt, enhancing my wait with a kind of corset. I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling pretty confident about myself. I sat on the bed, as I waited for Demi to get out of the bathroom, so that I could put my makeup on.

"Hey, erm, Roxanne?" I heard the door crack open just a little bit, and Demi's hesitant voice peeking through.

"Yeah?" I looked up to her. "Is there something wrong?"

"I just. Can you promise to give me your honest opinion on the outfit? I'm just not so sure?"

"Of course, come here."

I got up to approach her, and when she finally stepped out of the bathroom, my jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight black dress with this straps, and the fabric was hugging her in all the right spots. It was also my first time seeing her in anything but jeans or ring gear, and shit, I sure was lucky.

"I look silly right?" She looked down, and it was one of the first times I saw her so unsure of herself. "I'm way too masculine to wear that, I'll change."

"What the fuck, no!" I blurted out. "You're so, so pretty like that. And who the fuck said you were masculine, I'll fuck them up."

"Shut up." She blushed and played with her hands. "So, do I stay like that?"

"I mean, I'm not the one to chose how you dress babe?" I said softly as I got to her, placing one of my hands on her waist. "I think you're really pretty like that, but I find you pretty in anything you wear. If you're comfortable, of course, keep the dress. But if you don't feel like it, you can go ahead and change. I just want you to spend a wonderful night."

"I think I'll keep this one then." She smiled at me. "And I like your outfit too."

"Thank you." I grinned at her. "Oh and, you're so gorgeous and feminine. The fact that you're jacked doesn't mean anything. It only makes you more attractive to me, to be honest."