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Irl!

(Saturday, July 30th, 2022)

SummerSlam!

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I bounce up and down on my toes, doing arm windmills to stretch as Liv and Rhonda enter the ring. There's a bunch of security guards blocking around me at the entrance I'm standing in, making sure no one see's. There's an iPad set up for me to watch the match so I can leave at the right time.

Neither Liv nor Rhonda know I'm coming out to interrupt their match, which doesn't happen often, but was a decision I very much wanted and advocated for, and was happy Hunter agreed. He wanted this to be next level. Oh it will be.

The bell rings as Liv and Rhonda meet in the middle before Rhonda quickly flings Liv over her shoulder. I snort. I can't wait to get my hands on both of them.

I personally believe Liv is too immature and unprofessional around here, and Rhonda's entitled ass entered WWE with a chip on her shoulder as if this company owed her something.

Tonight I will put both in their place.

Tonight everything I've worked so hard for, dreamed of ever since I was a kid... will shine through and pay off.

Rhonda pretty much dominates the opening of match, to no surprise, until Liv catches her harshly in the jaw and turns things around... for about 30 seconds. Rhonda's movements have always been quick, never staying down for long.

The match picks up, both throwing awkward countermoves at each other every second. They seem a little choppy together in the ring, but that won't matter once I enter, will it?

After several more attempts by Rhonda to tap Liv out, Liv crawls over to the corner and the ref moves to check on her.

This is it.

I zip my jacket up all the way, slipping up the hood, and check the strings to make sure they're tight. Let's fucking go.

Adrenaline courses through my entire body, giving me chills I've never felt before. My chest weighs a shit ton, heart thumping so fast I'm in awe it still works.

I nod to the security guards. "It's time." They part like the Red Sea as I slowly inch my way towards the ring. One of the trainers makes her way up the apron to check on Liv as I begin to snake my way through the crowd.

Most don't pay any mind to me, too concerned with if the match is about to be called or not.

"Oh, shit!" Some guy behind me says as I brush past him.

"Oh my God, who is that?" I hear a fan whisper-shout.

Some of the crowd's roar picks up a bit as more people start to notice me, but not enough to cause the whole arena to notice.

I throw my leg over the barricade, drawing a bigger notice.

"Wait, Michael, who the hell is that?" Corey Graves asks his fellow commentate partner.

I smirk, practically salivating to get my hands on somebody.

As the trainer hops down from the apron and the refs back is turned talking to Rhonda, Liv wobbly makes it to her feet.

"I don't know, Corey. It appears we have someone about to ruin Liv's night." Michael Cole announces.

I swiftly jump up the apron and grab Liv's worn arm, yanking it as hard as I can into the ropes before she can realize what I'm doing.