Judgment Day- D.M

WrestleMania XL

*The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of your hotel suite, casting a warm glow across the tangled sheets and limbs. You stirred first, your bare leg brushing against Dominik's under the covers. A sleepy smile curved your lips as memories of last night danced through your mind—his birthday dinner, the laughter, the looks, and the "dessert" that came much later. Dominik shifted beside you, an arm lazily wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer without even opening his eyes*

Dominik: Mmm...morning, Mami

*You nuzzled into his chest, trailing your fingers along his toned stomach*

You: Happy WrestleMania Saturday, baby. You sleep okay after all that birthday fun?

*Dominik finally opened his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips*

Dominik: After you wore me out? Barely. I might need a nap before our match

*You giggled, your cheeks heating up as you reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead*

You: You're the one who couldn't keep your hands to yourself after dessert

*Dominik's hand came up to gently cradle your cheek, thumb brushing lightly across your skin. Then, without a word, he caught your lips in a slow, lazy kiss—soft and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. His lips moved against yours with a quiet tenderness, savoring the moment, as if he was trying to memorize the feel of you, the way you tasted, the way you melted into him*

Dominik: Can you blame me? You wore that dress just to drive me insane

You: Worked like a charm

*You both lay there for a moment, wrapped up in the quiet intimacy of the morning. The world outside was buzzing with WrestleMania energy, but in this room, time felt slower—softer. It was just them. Dominik's fingers started tracing circles on your back, his eyes flickering with mischief*

Dominik: You know...we do have a little time before we need to head to the stadium

*You looked up at him, lips quirking in a teasing smile as you placed your hand gently on his chest*

You: As tempting as that sounds...we both know once we start, we're not leaving this bed for a while

Dominik: You're no fun...

You: I was plenty of fun last night

*You winked at Dominik, rolling out of bed and stretching with a soft yawn*

You: And I plan on being fun again after WrestleMania. Right now, we've got to get ready

*Dominik propped himself up on his elbows, watching you move around the room in one of his t-shirts*

Dominik: You're lucky you're hot, Mami

You: I'm lucky you're obsessed with me

*After a few more minutes of playful back-and-forth, you two finally started getting ready. You hopped in the shower first while Dominik scrolled through messages on his phone, the anticipation of the night ahead already building. When you stepped out—wrapped in a towel, your damp hair falling over your shoulders—Dominik whistled from the bathroom doorway before swapping places with you. You take another towel, drying your hair as best you could before getting dressed, putting on a Motionless In White shirt that you turned into a cropped top, with a pair of black leggings and your Nike Dunks. Dominik finally emerged freshly showered, towel slung low on his hips as you finished drying your hair with the blowdryer. Once You were both fully ready, you slipped on your glasses and Dominik throwing on his Judgment Day hoodie—you both grabbed your duffle bags. You stopped at the mirror for a quick touch-up on your hair, fixing the ponytail while Dominik stood behind you, arms loosely wrapped around your waist, eyes meeting yours in the reflection*

You: You ready for this?

Dominik: With you by my side? Always

At Lincoln Financial Field at 6pm

*The air backstage buzzed with electric energy. Just hours before WrestleMania started, you sat in a tall black chair, a black robe draped over your gear, as Sarah worked her magic. Sarah was at work on your hair—two sleek cornrow braids ran back from your hairline and twisted into sharp, sculpted space buns perched atop your head. The rest of her lob hung down in tousled waves, silver melting into a rebellious purple at the ends. The colors shimmered beneath the harsh backstage lights, bold and unapologetic. Sarah and Rose switch as Rose gets started on your makeup. Rose added dimension with soft purples, blending them into jet black at the corners. But the real drama came with the inky, cracked pattern that clawed out from the outer corners of your eyes—like shadowy tears or creeping fire. Your lashes were thick, curling upward like wings. Your lips were a deep, bloodied red, smudged just slightly to give the illusion of chaos—like you'd just stepped out of a fight and was ready for another. your brows were razor-sharp, and a pop of highlighter on your nose and brow bone gave your an ethereal, otherworldly edge*

End of the match(I was lazy srry)

*The crowd inside Lincoln Financial Field is thunderous, every fan on their feet, screaming at the chaos unfolding in the ring. Rey is fighting Santos, Dominik and Andrade on the outside of the ring. Zelina chases you back inside the ring, where you knee her in the face. Zelina wipes blood from her lip, staring daggers at you, grinning as you motions for Zelina to bring it. The two of you charge at each other, and what follows is a vicious exchange of forearms, kicks, and slaps that echo through the stadium. Zelina ducks a 'spinning heel kick' and counters with a stunning 'headscissors takedown', sending you flying into the ropes. The crowd roars—'619' position! Zelina charges for the ropes, but you duck out just in time, slipping to the outside. Zelina doesn't hesitate—'suicide dive' through the middle rope, taking you down! But you stumbles to your feet, eyes burning with adrenaline and fury. You drag Zelina by the hair and slams err head onto the announce table. The commentators scatter, knowing what's about to come*

You: YOU WANNA STEAL THE SHOW?! LET'S GO THEN!

*You clears off the table with one swift sweep of your arm and hoists Zelina up. You try to lift her for a 'powerbomb', but Zelina fights it—raining down fists, slipping off your shoulders—and out of nowhere, Zelina hits a 'poisonrana' on the floor!! The crowd LOSES it. Zelina then crawls onto the table herself. She's yelling at you to get up, and when you does—wobbling and dazed—Zelina leaps from the table and hits a 'Tornado DDT' onto the floor! But she's not done. Zelina rolls you onto the announce table, climbs back up, and points to the WrestleMania sign. She climbs the turnbuckle—top rope...no...SHE'S GOING HIGHER! Zelina climbs to the top of the ring post, balancing as the crowd gasps. Suddenly, you kips up from the table! Zelina leaps—but you catch Zelina in mid-air on your shoulders, somehow stabilizing on the announce table...You stumble a bit, but stay up on your feet then hit Zelina with a 'Spinning Sit-Out Powerbomb' Wood and shards EXPLODE everywhere as both women lie motionless in the wreckage.*

Crowd chant: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

*As Santos was distracting the ref in the corner, Domink tried to check on you, but two large men in lucha masks, come out of nowhere, knocking Dominik down then rolled him in the ring. Andrade hits Santos with a 'Enziguri' from behind, Santos getting a 'Hurricanrana' from Rey and into Dominik, both men leaning on the middle ropes. Rey goes off the ropes and hits a 'double 619' Santos laying on the mat as Dominik stumbles up to his feet only for Andrade to hit 'The Messager', Dominik rolling out of the ring as Rey lands on Santos with a 'Splash' going for the pin*

One...
Two...
Three!

Ring the bell!

"Here are your winners. Zelina Vega, Andrade, and Rey Mysterio!"