Ruffle | A Rhea Ripley Story | By A.Magpie

Chapter 3 ~ Post-show

So there I was, watching the little TV in catering like I always did. Whenever I was backstage I would support liv, she doesn't need it though, everyone loved her on stage. Except for the beautiful women my eyes were glued to, Rhea 'Bloody' Ripley. She was wearing undone jeans and a beautiful low cut top that reminded me of Chyna a little bit.

She's not my type but lord she can be if she wants to,

Liv and the boys have told me ALL about her since her return, they all look so happy to have their friend back.

'm just happy looking at her back.

The match was Jey vs Dom Dom, poor dom.

I was supposed to be rebooking flights and organising the music for my trip but currently I was standing at the back of a huddle of people surrounding a little tv in the corner. The match was playing with no sound on a bad quality screen but it was here.

Suddenly a person moved slightly blocking my view, my pink boots, that are a couple inches tall mind you, weren't even tall enough to see.

Figuring that I already knew what was happening, I trudged back to my laptop. To work...yeck.

Even music was boring.

Opening my phone I saw lots of notifications from social media, instagram, which i was heavily recommended to get. When liv found out that I was told to get it she begged me all week.

When she downloaded she immediately made me follow her and half the people on the wwe roster, she already followed me of course.

When I finally got my 'big break' after moving to America from Australia I had amassed a surprisingly large following. I was pretty active on social media since I love interacting with my fans, especially when there used to be not many of them and I could go online without being harassed.

Nearing the end of the show, some of the wrestlers were heading out to their hotels and flights, catering became much quieter. The buzz of people moving was still there and the YEET chants could be heard from everywhere.

Jey's music came on and I took that as my que to go find Liv. Liv's bags were all in her dressing room as well as my little duffle because we hadn't booked into our hotel yet, most employees were there as well since it was the closest.

Laptop bag one shoulder and purse on the other, I snuck past the equipment being loaded onto trucks, hoping that they wouldn't hit me,

It's not like I was hard to spot with my hair and a bright top.

Normally I would head straight to Livs room but I decided to try and find the gorilla since I knew that not many people would be there seeing that this was the last match of the night.

Surprisingly, it wasn't too hard to find, normally this place is like a maze.

Not wanting to be a nuisance, I took up a spot leaning against a wall and took my phone out.

Liv told me to post something small like a selfie or quick vlog to my story but that felt wrong. My first post back on the internet should be something meaningful or send a message to my fans. Maybe a simple 'I'm back' would suffice, or something about WWE?

The fluttering of the curtains opening was caught in my peripheral vision. My face snapped up from my scrolling to who I thought was my roommate.

I was immediately met with the eyes of someone who was definitely not Liv.

When she was on TV, she was the centre of attention, but right now, it felt like Rhea Ripley's presence sucked the air out of the room.

Her tattoos were clear under her studded top, she looked like hell and heaven simultaneously.