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Okay hear me out.....

After Cody's titties injury he needed physical therapy, right? Right?

So......

Physical therapy intern who just finished school and started the real world experience is assigned to assist the Doctor who's helping Cody and this said Doctor often lets her do all the work so she can learn.....

She ends up bonding with him and maybe catching feelings and then you decided what to do.....i just wanted to spring the idea by you.🤭🫢🫣🫣

By the Beach

Cody Rhodes x Phsyical Therapy Intern Female!OC

(Alicia Sanchèz)

Desc: Cody had been in a recent injury within his pec but he refuses to tap out of his Hell in a Cell match so he does whatever Phsyical therapy he can do to be able to get medically cleared enough to participate in his match with the help of the new doctors assistant who’s learning a lot within the medical field

Contents: soft Dom & sub duo, Drinking, foul language, fluff, controversial relationship (Cody is 36 & Alicia is 23) pectoral injury, smut, praise kink, crybaby!oc, p in v action, brief cockwarming, public/beach sex (private property) That’s all for now.

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Since I’m back from my break of writing it’s only in good taste that I return with one of my favorite request concepts sent by the amazing @alyyaanna

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Alicia had recently finished med school to work in the Phsyical Training medical field but for her to do that she needed training herself! So she was assigned to Dr. Stevens to be an assistant & also learn along the way, but when he mentioned she would be taking the reigns for this she didn’t expect the whole shabang.

She sat in her apartment just before heading out into the Georgia heat during the very end of may, Alicia did a once over in her uniform and quickly put her dark red hair into a short pony tail “I can just fix it later.” She mumbled in a quick tone before turning over to her newly adopted LeonBerger puppy & smiled down at her fluffy companion “I’m sorry daisy but this one you can’t come too.” She pat the pups head gently and grabbed her bag before she officially headed out.

The entire drive to the doctors office she’d be assisting/training at was miserable, humid & hot, Dr Stevens was on the phone for the first half of the drive to do a run over with her “This is a regular patient of mine, he’s gotten into a recent injury within his pec & we’re going to be focusing on physical therapy for him so far, surgery has been in the talks but after his big event, I’m gonna let you learn for a little bit and I’ll let you take over in the other half clear?” Alicia furrowed her facial expression within the heat before pulling into the parking lot “You got it Stevens. I won’t let you down I promise.” The call ended as she was getting out of the car & pranced her way into the office & was met with Dr. Stevens

“It’s nice to meet you in person Ms. Sanchèz, follow me the room please.” She smiled politely and shook his hand before making their way into the examination room & being faced with a blonde male “Mr Rhodes it’s good to see you again, I hope you don’t mind but my trainee will be helping me assist you through your check-ups & all of that good stuff how does that sound.” The man smiled kindly & looked over in her direction, Alicia smiled bad politely before shaking his hand “Alicia, Nice to meet you.” He nodded and shook her hand back “Nice to meet you Alicia, I’m Cody.” The young girl smiled politely before taking a seat in the corner of the room to observe the severity of his injury.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr Rhodes, may I ask how you injured your pec?” Alicia questioned as Dr. Stevens handed her a clipboard and pen for her to jot down information, Cody cleared his throat awkwardly & nodded “I was working out in a gym & I kinda didn’t really stretch or prepare for anything since I assumed I could just get started right off the bat & I ended up tearing up my pec when I tried doing a bench press. It felt like velcro a little bit but it hurt like hell.” He explained while Dr Stevens had him take off his shirt to examine the injury but once Alicia laid her eyes on the purple, red, slight green & yellow bruising her eyes went a little wide “Oh my god?” Cody nodded his head and winced a little bit when Stevens had checked his blood pressure before coming down to the final decisions “Well, luckily you had stopped whatever it was you were doing before it could get any worse, surgery is recommended but depending on how well you do in Physical therapy you could get off from it for a little bit until after your next match, but there is still going to be hell of a lot pain.”

Cody nodded in an understanding form while focusing more on the young girl who stood in front of him thinking over what training would be best for him so far, Dr Stevens eventually set his clipboard next to Alicia “I’m gonna leave you to it, you’re smart so I trust you enough with him, be careful alright?” She smiled politely and nodded “Of course, He’s in good hands.” He eventually walked out of the room leaving the two in silence while she went over her & Stevens notes before smiling up at Cody “So for the first week I’m gonna have you practice some of this physical therapy at home with mini weights specifically on the arm where your pec injury is, I’m gonna give you this Thera-band too work on and I’ll see you in a week from now to see how your doing how’s that sound?” Cody grinned at her words while putting her shirt on “sounds good to me doll, and uhm…is there a way I could get your number? Y’know incase there’s an emergency and I may need your help if I can’t reach Dr. Stevens.”

Alicia smiled at him politely & nodded her head “Of course, I’ll write it down for you on a piece of paper before you head out alright?” He agreed on her offer as he grabbed the keys to his car from his back pocket & left happily within minutes knowing he got her number at the end of the appointment.

—

For weeks on end Cody & Alicia would talk over the phone while he did his assigned training on his arm, she gave him check ups and saw that he was getting better but noticed he would lie about his pain tolerance every now and then, it was a week before his match & they were both heading out of the doctors office when the millionth appointment had ended between the two, Cody stood in-front of his truck for a little bit while he gained the courage to ask her a question “Hey um- if you don’t have anything going on after this, I was planning on going paddle boarding for a bit at the beach, you can tag along if you want it’s right in-front of my house & I can send you the address”

Alicia’s lips curled into a smile before leaning into her car “are you asking me out to a date?” He laughed at her words & shrugged his shoulders “Maybe, maybe not, but I have a thought that you’re not gonna say no so..I’ll text you the address.” She winked in his direction before getting in her car & driving off to her apartment where she would be packing a small beach bag she wore a swimsuit under her sundress before crouching down to her pups level “you gonna be good daisy?” She hyped up the puppy as Daisy barked playfully and tugged on the hems of her dress with her teeth trying to play “not right now baby, I gotta go!” She picked up her pup & setting her back in her little bed before going back down to the car as Alicia pulled up the address & began heading towards that direction of town.

—

Cody sat on his porch inflating the two paddle boards & carrying out the cooler towards the beach since it was quite literally in front of his home until he heard tires slowly push against the gravel before realizing it was Alice, She got out of the car snatching off her sunglasses before prancing in his direction “I hope you don’t mind but I brought some drinks, wine? Alice held up her bag showing the bottle that peeked out of her bag a bit “anything you bring is as welcomed here as you are. The beach is literally down there why don’t you go ahead and wait for me?” He pat her lower back as Alicia smiled and walked down towards their hang out spot near the water while he continued pumping air into the boards.

—

After a solid few minutes he carried them both down & finally sat next to her “what do you think so far?” He questioned before pouring a glass of wine into the two clear cups he brought down with him and gave her one “The sunsets nice, i bet the water is relaxing.” He smiled at her opinions & took a sip of his wine “Glad you think so, c’mon why don’t I get out on one of those boards?” She laughed to herself as she shook her head “Oh god no, I wouldn’t be able to do it by myself.” Cody chuckled as he grabbed her hand and taking her to the paddle boards making Alicia sigh out and take off her sundress to fully be in her swimsuit. “I’ll even stay on one with you alright? I got you.” He chuckled as she hesitantly sat on the board in front of him before he made her learn how to use the paddle sticks. She sat crisscrossed in her swimsuit while his hands rested subtly around the curvature of her waist “you’re doing great for your first time.” She smiled as she dipped the stick back & forth into the water of the lake “yeah?” He nodded and rested his chin against her shoulder before making her set down the paddle stick & turning her head to look at him “Hi.” She mumbled while he admired her beauty & carefully turning her around to completely face him “Hi.” He repeated her words in a short mumble before locking his lips against her pink plush ones & holding onto him, she sighed into the kiss before slipping her tongue past his lips while her hands tugged on his hair a little bit before pulling away and paddling their way back to the sand.

For the remainder of the night they both sat on shore staring a towel & a bottle of wine “Can i tell you something?” Cody asked while handing the bottle over to Alicia “I don’t see why not” she smiled as he took a deep breath “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Ali, I mean it, I’m so fucking in love with you.” He stared at her nervously before he processed the fact her hands were already up to his face as she inched closer, the moment was so sweet & intimate, two people who’ve craved each other since the day they met. Cody wrapped his arms around her before rolling her onto her back against towels that laid above the sand “Cody..” Alicia whined softly as her nails dug into his hair as his hand reached inbetween her thighs & laid flat against her bikini bottoms while resting his head against hers taking many breaths, her hands ran up the sides of his torso while her head was already nodding “I need you so bad Cody..” she whispered out while he smiled & untied her bikini top before taking her breasts into his hands while grinding himself against her “so damn perfect…” he breathed out as she bit his lip gently.

Cody was usually the type of guy. too at least tease a woman before giving her what she wants, but he was too impatient for Alicia, it was a craving, a need, and he knew she felt the same about him, the pair just needed each other to be as close as can be, connected like two peas in a pod. All he wanted was her & all she wanted was him. So it was no surprise that once the two were undressed & Cody eased himself inside of her he was a mess, her nails digging into his back while he nuzzled her face into the crook of her neck, he was completely bottomed out in between her legs, being inside of her was like a spell being casted upon him.

His thrusts were slow, gentle, each time he pressed his hips right up against Alicia’s she’d let out a soft cry & roll her head back as she became a moaning mess herself. The tip of his cock basically kissing her sweet spot & causing her legs to spasm around Cody’s waist “I got you baby..t-taking me so fucking good.” He moaned into her ear as his hand slipped in between their bodies allowing his thumb to toy with her clit as she scratched up his arms “fa-ahh-faster baby p-please” Alicia begged with a tear drop as big as a pearl rolling down her cheek before Cody made her pleas come true as he started drilling his cock in & out of her her mouth locked with his while he swiped his tongue over her lips & groaning lowly “taking me so fucking good baby o-oh my god.” He held the side of her face in his hand, even though he was a bit occupied with fucking her absolute brains out his need for her became irresistible, he admired every detail on her body & face, the way her eyebrows furrowed with each moan, her eyes either shut from pure overstimulation or rolled back, the way her hair was laid perfectly out on the towel, her nails running across his skin, the way she cried out anytime he was barely pulled away from her, He adored her, he would get down on his knees & kiss the very ground she stepped on if he could right now, his chest pressed against hers as she’d cling to him like a koala. Tears streamed down her face for a whole other reason than pleasure & he could sense it hence him putting any movement to a stop while he held her close.

“What’s the matter sweetheart? Talk to me beautiful” he breathed out while sitting up & pulling her onto his lap about to pull out until she stopped him & cockwarmed him instead “j-just need you closer to me..” Alicia whimpered and ground herself against him tearing up causing Cody to smile sweetly and kiss away any of her tears “Baby I’m as close to you as I can be, why don’t we take a breather really quick okay? You’re all worked up sweet girl.” He assured her in an amused expression while his hands explored her hair, who knew she was this emotional when it came to intimacy.

Alicia clung too him as she kept her face rested onto his shoulder while he scattered kisses all over her neck & shoulders completely devoting himself to her. He readjusted their current sitting position until he let out a slight moan & rolled his head back completely forgetting that he was deep inside of her. Cody gave up being patient & rolled her over onto her stomach against the towels that laid beneath them before pulling her hips upwards while trailing kisses up & down her back, his hand dipped back in between her thighs as he kept toying around with her clit before carefully easing himself back inside of her pussy & thrusting into her at a steady pace “fff-fucckk baby!” Alicia cried out & held onto his wrist that rested against the flesh of her thigh “c’mon beautiful I know, I know y’just feel so fucking good right now don’t you gorgeous” he mumbled words into her ears that he knew would drive her insane at the moment as she nodded vigorously

“g-gonna cum- Cody- fuck!” He chuckled as her mouth spewed a bunch of babbles & whines as her brain completely became foggy & fucked out, despite being outside the air felt thick & hot even when the subset was at it’s lowest, Alicia was all flushed & disheveled as much as Cody was, her hands clutching onto either the towels or grabbing at him as he fucked her from behind, his & hers breath hitching with want & desire, Cody buried himself inside of her as deep as he possibly could while his hands greedily groped at her ass while dipping himself down & pressing his chest against her back, Alicia lifting her head up & looking back at him “Y-You’re so perfect” he moaned against her shoulder tiredly before gently tugging on her hair “Cum with me, please baby I’m begging you” she cried out for him & felt his head nod with approval while his hips rolled into her ass as the pair came together, Cody not pulling out by accident but once he did & laid down breathing heavily while she rested beside him, the silence was thick, neither of them knew what to say, until of course Alicia grew the courage to say something “I’m uh- I’m on the pill by the way..” Cody chuckled tiredly before sitting up & putting his clothes back on before getting her cleaned up & at least back into her sundress “Good to know beautiful.” Alicia smiled over at him & stared at his still bruised pec injury, he was insufferable when it came to this injury, “Are you still doing it?” She questioned while he looked away from the stars & the night sky “I’m dedicated too this sweetheart, it just scratches my brain the right way knowing that I could still have a chance of winning & knowing that this thing” he pointed at his bruised chest “isn’t going too hold me back from anything.” She smiled at his dedication & nodded her head before pulling him into a kiss

They weren’t fully aware of what to do from now on after this night but they did know they were willing to make something more bloom out of it, Cody fully believed that Alicia was meant to be the love of his life for many reasons, she was scared of committing to something that was so foreign too her after years but she saw his willingness to make her finally his & that was all that mattered, whether they liked it or not they were still connected & damn close to being tethered to each other.

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‘Triple H has got the head if you’ve got the class’ foaming from everything but my mouth

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Between the Ropes… a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 9: One More Time?

Theme Warning: Mention of Abortion

It was Saturday morning when Jey was jolted awake by his phone ringing insistently. Groggy and disoriented, he glanced at the screen to see Paul Levesque’s name flashing. With a resigned sigh, he answered, knowing this call was likely work-related.

“Hey, Jey. I need you for a wellness drug check,” Paul said, his tone professional but firm. “We’ve had two wrestlers test positive for drugs.”

Jey’s heart sank. The timing was terrible, but he knew better than to argue with Paul. “Which medical center do I need to go to in San Fran?”

There was a brief pause before Paul responded, “Actually, I need you to come to Portland.”

Jey frowned, rubbing his eyes. “Portland? I was hoping to see my regular doctor here in San Fran. Can’t it wait?”

Paul’s voice was unyielding. “The doctor in Portland is already set up and paid for. We need you there today.”

Jey’s frustration mounted. “I can’t just drop everything and fly to Portland on short notice. Why can’t it wait until Monday? I’ve got things lined up today.”

Paul’s tone hardened, leaving no room for negotiation. “Jey, this isn’t a request—it’s an order. The situation is critical, and the arrangements are made. We need you there today, and that’s final.”

Jey felt a surge of anger. “Portland is the last place I want to be right now. Is there something else going on that you’re not telling me? Why so urgent?”

Paul’s voice took on an authoritative edge. “I’m not at liberty to discuss all the details, but you need to trust that this is important. I’ve made it clear—Portland, today, no excuses. If you can’t make it, we’ll handle it differently.”

Jey’s jaw tightened, but he knew arguing further would be futile. Paul’s tone brooked no dissent, and he was well aware of the consequences of defying him. Reluctantly, he conceded, “Alright, I’ll go. What time do you need me there?”

“Head straight to the medical center when you get in. And Jey, don’t keep us waiting. This is a high-priority matter,” Paul instructed before hanging up.

As Jey lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this than just a routine check. He quickly got up, starting to pack a small bag. Jey pulled out his phone and ordered an Uber, three minutes away … The thought of Portland, the city where his recent conflicts and unresolved feelings lay, added to his frustration. Why was Paul so insistent on Portland? What was the real reason behind the urgency? Jey tried to push these thoughts aside, knowing he had to approach the day with the professionalism expected of him. When Jey started tossing his clothes into his bag with unrestrained force, the noise roused Takecia from a restless sleep. Bleary-eyed, she stumbled into the master bedroom, her irritation evident.

“What’s going on?” Takecia demanded, her voice tinged with annoyance. “Why are you packing your stuff? You just got home.”

Jey, frustrated and still groggy, zipped his bag with more force than necessary. “Paul called me. I’ve got to go to Portland for some wellness check. Apparently, it’s urgent.”

Takecia’s eyes widened, her mood shifting from tiredness to frustration. “Portland? We had plans for today. Can’t it wait? You’ve barely been here.”

Jey slammed the bag shut, his irritation boiling over. “I don’t have a choice. Paul’s insistent, and I can’t just blow off a work directive. Why do you always have to question everything I do?”

Takecia folded her arms, her patience wearing thin. “I’m not questioning. I’m just asking why you’re leaving when we had plans. I was looking forward to spending the day together, maybe I don’t know .. have sex?????”

Jey’s anger flared. “Plans? Sex? This is work, Takecia. It’s not like I can just ignore it because you had a nice day planned. It’s not all about you.”

Takecia’s face flushed with indignation. “It’s not all about me? You know what? Maybe if you didn’t have your head so far up your own ass, you’d realize how much this affects me. I’m not some afterthought you can just shove aside whenever it’s convenient for you!”

Jey’s face hardened, his frustration evident. “Don’t start with me. I’m not in the mood for a fight. I’ve got to get going.”

“Good,” Takecia snapped back, her voice sharp. “Because I’m not going to waste my energy arguing with you. If you want to act like a selfish jerk, that’s on you. Just remember who’s here for you when you’re done playing the hero for your boss.”

Jey, feeling the weight of her words, grabbed his bag and headed for the door. He cast one last glance at Takecia, seeing the hurt and anger etched on her face. He knew she wasn’t one to be fucked with, but the mix of guilt and anger gnawed at him as he walked out of the house and into the Uber.

As he left, Jey’s mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. The urgency of the situation, the looming confrontation with Paul, the fight with Rhea, now the fallout with Takecia—all of it weighed heavily on him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the day ahead was going to be far from straightforward.

After this I need a fucking vacation..

—

Rhea’s Saturday morning unfolded quietly, with her lying awake in the hotel suite she shared with Damian. The remnants of a restless night clung to her as she noticed Damian still asleep, exhausted from his late return from Seattle.

A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. Quickly pulling on some clothes, Rhea opened the door to find one of Paul’s assistants standing there, holding a folder.

“Mrs. Adams?” the assistant began. “I’ve been instructed to inform you that you have a meeting with a doctor today at 12 p.m. at Broadway Medical Clinic. Paul will also be present.”

Rhea’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why do I need to see a doctor?”

The assistant’s face remained neutral. “I don’t have the specifics, but it’s crucial. Paul insisted.”

Rhea’s unease grew. “Thank you.”

As the assistant left, Rhea shut the door and leaned against it, grappling with the sudden urgency of the situation. Her mind raced, struggling to understand the reason behind this unexpected appointment and Paul’s insistence. Rhea glanced at the clock in the living room, 10:22 AM.

Determined to handle the day with some semblance of control, Rhea prepared herself, her thoughts tangled between anxiety and anticipation. The weight of the appointment loomed large, hinting at a pivotal moment she wasn’t quite prepared for.

—

Rhea arrived at Broadway Medical Clinic, her mind still racing with questions. The limousine parked outside caught her attention as she approached. The window rolled down, revealing Paul’s familiar, reassuring smile.

“Rhea, good to see you,” Paul said warmly. “Please, come in. Let’s discuss this inside.”

Reluctantly, Rhea slid into the back of the limo, taking a seat across from Paul. She glanced around, feeling a surge of unease. “Why the secrecy? Why couldn’t we meet at the hotel or somewhere less… intimidating?”

Paul’s expression softened. “Rhea, I understand this must be overwhelming. I wanted to address a few important matters with you personally. First and foremost, I know about the affair with Jey Uso. It’s come to my attention that there’s a possibility you might be pregnant. To address this, we’ll need to perform a pregnancy test and a Non-Invasive Paternity Test to confirm any claims.”

Rhea’s heart sank. “You’re serious? I don’t want to do this. It’s personal.”

Paul’s tone remained calm, but his voice held a firmness. “I understand your reluctance, but it’s crucial for both your career and the company’s reputation. If you refuse to cooperate, I will have no choice but to suspend you for six months. Upon your return, you will be moved to SmackDown. It’s a significant adjustment, and I’d prefer to avoid that if possible.”

Rhea’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re threatening my career?”

Paul leaned forward slightly, his tone fatherly yet authoritative. “I’m not threatening you, Rhea. I’m trying to help you navigate a difficult situation. This is about ensuring clarity and fairness for everyone involved. I’m here to support you, but we need to address this issue head-on.”

Rhea sat back, her mind racing. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her. She had hoped to avoid such scrutiny, but now, the reality of her choices and their consequences loomed larger than ever.

Paul had lied to Damian, it was his own way of keeping everything secretive, now if Rhea were to go and do anything, he would at least know.

Paul observed Rhea’s anxious demeanor, his expression softening further. “Rhea, I need you to understand something important,” he said gently. “This isn’t just about enforcing rules or punishing anyone. I genuinely care about you and your career. This situation is complex, and it’s crucial we handle it with transparency and integrity.”

Rhea looked at him, confusion and frustration battling within her. “But why should you even care about me in all this? Why make such a big deal out of it?”

Paul took a deep breath, his voice steady. “I’m trying to protect you, Rhea. The wrestling world is unforgiving, and any hint of scandal can follow you for years. By addressing this directly and honestly, we can avoid more significant issues down the line. I want to ensure that when you look back to work, your reputation and career remained intact and scandal free. This is about preserving your future and ensuring you have the best chance to still be Hall of Fame material.”

Rhea’s shoulders slumped slightly as she absorbed his words. Paul’s tone was sincere, and despite her fears, she could sense his genuine concern. “So, you’re really trying to help me?”

“Yes,” Paul affirmed. “I know this is difficult and uncomfortable, but I’m here to support you through it. We need to face this head-on, and I’ll be by your side every step of the way. Let’s get through this, and we can focus on your future. No one is here.. just the doctor and the tech and they have all signed NDA’s. Let’s go in.”

Rhea took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of relief and resignation. Paul’s commitment to her well-being and career gave her a small measure of comfort, even as she faced the daunting tests ahead.

—

Rhea followed the assistant into the treatment room, her heart pounding. The room was sterile and clinical, a different setting compared to the luxury of the limo. She was handed a small cup and directed to the bathroom. Inside, she took a deep breath, peeing into the cup and placing it in the mini privacy box provided. Her mind raced as she returned to the treatment room.

After about ten minutes, Rhea was guided to another room where a technician waited with a sonogram machine. The technician greeted her kindly and prepared the equipment. Rhea lay down on the examination table, her anxiety mounting as the technician applied gel to her abdomen and began the scan. The screen flickered with images, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

Meanwhile, Jey arrived at the medical center, still grappling with the sudden urgency of Paul’s request. He was greeted by one of Paul’s assistants and led to the waiting room. Paul soon joined him, his demeanor calm and professional.

“Jey,” Paul said, extending a hand. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. We’re conducting a routine wellness check. It includes a drug test and an oral swab. It’s standard procedure.”

Jey nodded, trying to mask his confusion and frustration. “Okay, but why Portland? I thought this could be done in San Francisco.”

Paul smiled reassuringly. “I understand your concern. We have a full facility here for these checks, and it’s easier to manage everything in one place. You’ll need to wait about 30 minutes in the treatment room for the results. It’s all part of keeping things thorough and transparent.”

Jey agreed reluctantly, still uncertain about the reasons behind the sudden move. He was led to the treatment room and left to wait. As he settled into the room, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this than a routine drug test.

Back in the sonogram room, Rhea stared at the ceiling, trying to focus on the technician’s soothing voice explaining the process. Her mind was a swirl of worry and confusion about what the results might reveal and how they would affect her life moving forward.

After arriving in the treatment room, Jey was guided through the routine drug test procedures. He first provided a urine sample, then had blood drawn for further testing. The doctor, a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor, pulled out an oral swab test. Jey noticed a tube labeled with the marking “FAT” and furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Is that supposed to mean something?” Jey asked, his curiosity piqued.

The doctor, sensing Jey’s concern, offered a reassuring smile. “No, it’s just a label for our tracking system. It doesn’t have any bearing on you personally. Just open your mouth, and I’ll get the sample.”

Jey complied, opening his mouth as the doctor swabbed the inside of his cheek. He tried to shake off his unease and pulled out his phone, scrolling through messages and social media to pass the time.

Meanwhile, Rhea was in a similar situation. After finishing her sonogram, the technician performed an oral swab. Rhea watched as the technician pulled out a test tube marked with the label “ADA.” She raised an eyebrow and let out a small chuckle. “I guess that means I’m an Australian With A Disability ” she joked, trying to lighten the mood despite her apprehension.

The technician offered a polite smile as she completed the swab, taking a quick sample from the inside of Rhea’s cheek. “It’s just a standard label for our tracking system,” the technician explained.

As Jey waited for his test results, he glanced around the room, trying to ignore the growing discomfort in his stomach. He continued scrolling through his phone, but his mind kept drifting back to the uncertainties surrounding his current predicament. The ambiguity of the situation only heightened his sense of unease.

—

Paul sat in a quiet corner of the clinic, the documents from the doctor spread out before him. His fingers gripped the edges of the papers as he scanned the results, his face growing increasingly somber. The tests had confirmed what he dreaded: Joshua Fatu was indeed the father of Demi Adams’ 13-week-old fetus. The revelation was disheartening, as Paul had hoped the situation could be managed without exposing such personal and professional turmoil.

The doctor approached Paul, carrying a folder filled with additional information. “Given the nature of Rhea's career and the physical demands it involves,” the doctor began, his tone measured and professional, “there’s a significant risk of miscarriage if she continues with the pregnancy. We also have information on her options, including abortion services and the timeframes within which she can choose to terminate the pregnancy if she decides that’s the best course of action.”

Paul's mind raced as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. He considered the impact this news would have on Rhea’s career, her personal life, and the broader implications for WWE. He felt a deep sense of responsibility not only for Rhea's wellbeing but also for managing the fallout within the organization.

Paul took a deep breath, preparing himself for the difficult conversations that lay ahead. He needed to approach Rhea with sensitivity and support, ensuring she understood her options and the potential consequences of each. The weight of the decision ahead was immense, and Paul knew that navigating this situation with care and respect was crucial for everyone involved.

Paul’s mind manage to focus from the implications of the test results as he directed his assistants to handle the next steps with precision. He knew that managing the situation required utmost control and discretion.

“Make sure both Jey and Rhea are brought to the Ritz Carlton without encountering each other,” Paul instructed firmly. “Arrange for separate transportation for each of them. One of you should go to Rhea’s room and wait with her until her Uber arrives. The other will do the same for Jey. Ensure there are no crossings between them until they reach the conference room. It’s essential that we keep everything in order.”

Paul’s assistants nodded in understanding and set off to carry out his instructions. Paul’s reasoning was clear: by controlling the timing and logistics of their arrivals, he could maintain order and avoid any unnecessary confrontation or complications. The last thing he wanted was for Jey and Rhea to have a run-in before he had the chance to discuss their options and the future course of action with them separately.

Jey's frustration simmered as the assistant hovered around him, ensuring every detail of their ride was handled with meticulous care. "Can’t you just give me some space?" Jey snapped, glaring at the assistant who remained by his side, ready to accompany him in the Uber. The assistant offered a sympathetic but professional smile, clearly aware of Jey’s annoyance but remaining steadfast in their duty.

Meanwhile, Rhea's anxiety was palpable. As the assistant accompanied her to the Uber, she tried to steady her breathing, her fear evident. The ride felt interminable, each moment stretching as she worried about what awaited her. Her heart raced as she tried to focus on calming thoughts, but the assistant's presence offered little comfort.

Paul, fully aware of the need for discretion, made his own preparations. As soon as his assistants had left to escort Jey and Rhea, Paul had slipped into his limo, ensuring the ride was quiet and uninterrupted. He needed to arrive at the Ritz Carlton before his two guests and avoid drawing any attention. The strategy was clear: maintain control and minimize visibility.

Pulling into the hotel, Paul bypassed the main entrance, directing the driver to use the service entrance. With practiced efficiency, he made his way through the back corridors to the conference room. The space had been set up in advance, ready for the tense discussions that lay ahead. Paul carefully avoided any visible contact with hotel staff or other guests, ensuring that he remained an unseen player in the unfolding drama.

About fifteen minutes later, the first of his expected guests arrived. Rhea walked into the conference room, her expression a mix of apprehension and determination.

Rhea sat down as her body tensed with anticipation. The room’s sterile environment felt cold and unwelcoming, accentuated by its harsh lighting and minimalist décor. She stared at the empty chair opposite her, trying to steady her racing thoughts. The silence was almost unbearable, punctuated only by the occasional shuffle of papers or the hum of the air conditioning.

Paul, seated at the head of the table, remained silent and composed, his gaze fixed on the door as if anticipating someone's arrival. His quiet demeanor added to the weight of the situation, making Rhea’s anxiety even more palpable.

The door opened, and Jey stepped inside. His expression was a volatile mix of surprise, frustration, and concern. As soon as his eyes landed on Rhea, a deep silence fell over the room. The sight of her brought back a flood of emotions he had been trying to contain.

Jey hesitated momentarily, his gaze locked with Rhea’s. The weight of their shared past and the gravity of the current situation seemed to crush them both. He walked towards the empty chair and sat down with a deliberate, almost mechanical motion. The chair between them now felt like an impenetrable barrier.

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Rhea’s thoughts churned with regret and uncertainty. She couldn’t escape the realization of how their once-passionate relationship had spiraled into secrecy and betrayal. As she looked at Jey, a pang of guilt and sorrow overwhelmed her. She wondered if they could ever mend what had been broken.

Jey’s mind was equally chaotic. His frustration was evident, but he struggled to keep it in check. He couldn’t understand why Paul had orchestrated this meeting or what was to come. The room felt claustrophobic, and he questioned whether there was any hope for resolution. As he glanced at Rhea, he saw his own pain mirrored in her eyes.

Paul remained silent, observing the scene with a stoic expression. His presence loomed large, a constant reminder of the power dynamics at play. He had orchestrated this meeting to ensure control and to make sure that everything proceeded as he deemed necessary.

The room was charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. As Jey and Rhea sat in their respective chairs, separated by a chasm of their own making, the difficult conversations that lay ahead felt almost insurmountable. Paul’s gaze shifted between them, his silence a deliberate tactic as he prepared to address the complexities of their situation.

Paul finally broke the silence, his voice firm. “Thank you both for coming. The tests you both did today confirm everything…. ”

Jey’s face drained of color. “There must be a mistake.”

Rhea’s frustration boiled over. “Jey, the tests are clear. I’m pregnant, and you can’t just ignore it. We have to confront this.”

Jey’s disbelief morphed into agitation. “I can’t handle this right now. It’s too much.”

Rhea’s voice grew sharp. “So now it’s too much for you? I’m the one who has to deal with this, and you’re acting like it’s an inconvenience for you!”

Jey’s anger flared. “It’s not just about me! This is overwhelming, and I don’t know how to process it.”

Rhea’s expression was one of pained determination. “You know what? Maybe I should just get an abortion. It’s clear you’re not ready to face this.”

Jey’s eyes widened. “You’re seriously talking about ending it?”

Rhea’s face was resolute. “What choice do I have? You’re not prepared to deal with this, and I’m left to handle it alone.”

Paul tried to interject, his voice steady. “Rhea, let’s focus on discussing all options and support rather than immediate decisions.”

But before Paul could say more, Jey’s voice cracked. “Rhea, wait. I know I’ve messed up, and I don’t know how to fix this, but… I… I do …” Jey struggled and Rhea freaked out, she knew what he was trying to say.

Rhea looked at Jey, her skepticism evident. “Do you really love me, Jey? Honestly it’s hard to believe after everything.”

Paul stepped in, his tone unexpectedly personal. “Jey, I am going to be honest, I once loved a woman named Joanie, Rhea you know who she is. Joanie was the woman I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. It was a profound connection, but then Stephanie came into my life. Ever since then I keep an open mind when it comes to affairs because Love is complex and can be overshadowed by circumstances. Understanding and effort is crucial.”

Rhea stood abruptly, her eyes filled with tears. “I can’t deal with this right now. I need to be alone.”

Without waiting for a response, Rhea walked out of the room, leaving Jey and Paul behind.

Paul sighed and turned to Jey. “I understand this is a lot to process. I need an answer from both of you by Monday. I need to know how you plan to proceed, both for the sake of your personal lives and the future of your careers.”

Jey sat in stunned silence, trying to grasp the gravity of the situation. The weight of Paul’s ultimatum pressed down on him, as he faced the daunting task of finding a resolution to the turbulent situation.

Paul left the room, heading to his limo with the intent of keeping control over the next steps. The conference room remained heavy with unspoken tension, leaving Jey to finally decide to be a man do what he should have done in the first place. He made his way out of the conference room and headed up the elevator to familiar floor. He knew where to go…

Jey stood in front of the hotel suite door, tension rippling through his body. He knocked again, harder this time, and when Damian finally opened it, Jey's heart was already in his throat. Damian's face was impassive, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed.

"Where is she?" Jey's voice was rough, on edge. He had no time for small talk, no patience for anything except seeing Rhea.

Damian tilted his head slightly, clearly weighing how much he wanted to say. "She’s not here."

Jey let out a frustrated breath, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Damian, don’t play with me right now, man. Where is she?”

Damian’s expression didn’t change, but there was something in his eyes—something protective, maybe even a little weary. “I don’t know. She just needed space.”

Jey’s chest tightened. He knew what that meant. Rhea had a way of disappearing when things got too heavy, when she needed to be alone with her thoughts. He remembered something she had said to him once in passing, during one of their many late-night conversations. “I'm always on a rooftop. It's like the best place to be when I need to be fully away from someone."

His mind locked onto that, his heart thudding against his ribcage. Without another word to Damian, he turned and strode down the hallway, his steps quick and determined. He knew exactly where she’d be.

The cold air hit Jey like a slap as he stepped onto the rooftop, the city skyline stretched out before him. There she was, just as he thought—standing near the edge, her arms wrapped around herself, staring into the distance like the world could somehow drown out everything that was happening between them.

His heart clenched as he approached her, each step slow and careful, like he was trying not to spook her. “Rhea,” he called softly, the wind carrying his voice toward her.

She didn’t turn, but her body stiffened, as if she’d been expecting him.

“I remember what you said,” Jey continued, his voice rough with emotion. “About always coming to the rooftop when you needed to get away from someone.”

Rhea exhaled, but still, she didn’t move. Jey could feel the tension, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. He was tired of it, tired of hiding, tired of pretending this thing between them wasn’t tearing them both apart.

“I went to the suite,” he said, his voice louder, more forceful. “Damian told me you needed space. But I’m done with space. I’m done running from this. From us.”

Finally, Rhea turned, her eyes wide with a mix of emotions—anger, confusion, maybe even fear. “Us?” she repeated, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. “What the hell is us, Jey?” Her accent coming out more.

He took another step forward, his chest tight with the weight of everything he had been holding back. “It’s everything. It’s me and you. It’s real, Rhea.”

Rhea shook her head, taking a step back as if she couldn’t bear to hear what he was saying. “No. No, this isn’t real. This is a mess.”

Jey clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over. “It’s real to me! I can’t keep pretending like this doesn’t mean something.”

Rhea’s eyes flashed with anger, her voice rising. “What are you even saying, Jey? You’ve got a wife. You’ve got kids. You think you can just blow that up for—what? For some affair?”

Jey’s heart pounded, his voice breaking as he spoke. “I love my kids, Rhea. You know that. I love them more than anything. But I’m not in love with Takecia anymore. I haven’t been for a long time.”

Rhea flinched, her eyes searching his face for something—anything—that made sense in this chaos. “And what? You think this is love? Sneaking around, lying to everyone? Lying to ourselves?”

“Yes!” Jey shouted, his emotions crashing down like a wave. “Yes, I do. I love you, Rhea.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world had stopped. But instead of softening, instead of those words pulling her closer, Rhea’s face hardened.

“No, you don’t,” she said, her voice cold, sharp. “You don’t love me. You just don’t want to lose me. And that’s not the same thing.”

Jey’s heart plummeted. “You don’t mean that,” he whispered, but there was no conviction in his voice, no strength left to fight.

Rhea looked away, her arms wrapped tighter around herself. “What are we even doing, Jey? You want me to blow up my life, your life, for this? You think you can just walk away from Takecia, from your kids, and everything will be fine? Do you remember Chyna?? I do! Hunter left her! He had an affair and he left her! She went on a downward spiral after Hunter left her! I don’t want to be responsible for Takecia going on a downward spiral..” Rhea said as she turned back to see Jey.

“I’ll leave her,” Jey said, his voice desperate. “If you leave Matt, I’ll leave her. We can start over. We can have a real chance.”

Rhea laughed, but it was a bitter, hollow sound. “You’re insane. You can’t just walk away from your family like that. This isn’t some fantasy, Jey. This is real life.”

Jey felt his frustration rise again, felt the need to make her understand. “I’m already walking away. I’ve been gone for a long time. You’re the only thing that makes sense to me anymore, Rhea. Don’t you see that?”

Rhea’s eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling. “You think this is love? This is chaos, Jey. This is destruction. And I’m not going to be the one to burn everything down.”

Jey reached for her, but she stepped back, shaking her head. “I can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind. “I can’t.”

“Rhea, please,” Jey’s voice cracked, his desperation evident. “Don’t do this. Don’t walk away.”

Rhea looked at him, her eyes filled with pain and anger. “I don’t have any other choice..”

As Rhea's hand closed around the rooftop door, Jey grabbed her wrist with a desperation that shook her to her core. Before she could react, before the protests could leave her lips, Jey spun her around with such force that her breath caught in her throat.

His eyes were wild, burning with a mix of fear, regret, and something else-something darker, something that terrified and thrilled her at the same time. He didn't wait for permission. His lips slammed into hers, hard and frantic, with a hunger that consumed every inch of her.

This wasn't a kiss. This was an explosion.

At first, Rhea resisted, her hands pushing weakly against his chest, trying to maintain the last thread of control she had left. But Jey didn't stop. His hands cupped her face, his fingers tangling roughly in her hair as he held her in place, refusing to let her go. His kiss was demanding, raw, a battle against the space between them, and for a moment, it was as if he was trying to erase all the pain, the betrayal, the uncertainty with the force of his lips alone.

The intensity of it left her gasping for air, but he wouldn't relent. He kissed her deeper, harder, as if this was the only way he could communicate everything he felt-everything he'd been holding back for months. And as the fire in her chest grew, the dam she'd been holding inside finally broke.

Rhea gave in.

Her resistance melted away, her body collapsing into his as her hands clawed at his shirt, pulling him closer. She kissed him back with everything she had, matching his intensity, pouring her anger, confusion, and desire into him. Every wall, every hesitation, shattered.

This was no longer about control. This was about release-about giving in to the one thing that made sense in the chaos of their lives.

Jey's hands slid down her back, gripping her waist with a fierceness that sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled her flush against him, leaving no space between their bodies. Their hearts pounded together, frantic, desperate, as if this was the last kiss they'd ever share. His lips devoured hers with such force it almost hurt, but she didn't care.

Rhea could feel every emotion, every unsaid word, every ounce of regret, passion, and longing in the way Jey kissed her. It was like he was trying to make her understand without words-trying to tell her that she was it for him.

That no matter how messy their lives had become, no matter how broken everything was, this kiss... this was real.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, her body pressing impossibly closer as she surrendered completely. The rooftop, the skyline, everything around them disappeared. There was no Portland, no hotel suite, no Damian, no Takecia.

It was just them-Rhea and Jey, locked in a moment that felt like it could tear them both apart.

And maybe it would.

As the kiss deepened, Rhea felt everything inside her unravel. The pregnancy, the fights, the push, the lies—none of it mattered right now. All that mattered was the way Jey kissed her, the way his lips moved against hers like this was the only way to keep them alive.

She moaned softly into his mouth, her body trembling under his touch as he held her like he'd never let her go. His kiss was frantic, urgent, filled with a desperation that mirrored her own. Every emotion she had been burying for months came rushing to the surface, overwhelming her, drowning her in him.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, their foreheads rested against each other, their breath mingling in the cool night air. Rhea's chest heaved, her pulse racing as if her heart was trying to claw its way out of her chest.

Jey's voice was rough, low, as he whispered, "I love my kids, Rhea. But I'm not in love with Takecia. I've never felt like this about anyone."

She stared at him, her lips still tingling from the intensity of the kiss, her mind spinning. The words hung between them, heavy and impossible. She didn't know what to say-what to feel.

"'l will leave her," Jey continued, his hands still gripping her waist like he was afraid she'd slip away. "If you leave Matt, I'll leave her. We can do this... we can be together."

Rhea's heart twisted painfully in her chest. She wanted to believe him-God, she wanted to believe him so badly. But the weight of everything crushed down on her. Was this real?

Could they really make it work? Could they survive everything they'd done?

Her lips parted, the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat. She looked into his eyes, searching for something-some kind of answer, some kind of reassurance. But all she saw was the same fear and desperation she felt.

"I don't know if I can do this," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Jey... I don't know."

Jey's hand moved to her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that had slipped free. "I love you," he said, his voice fierce, unrelenting.

"I love you, Rhea. I don't care what it takes. I'll prove it. I'll leave her."

She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, her heart breaking under the weight of his words.

But before she could respond, before she could even think, Jey pulled her in again, his lips crashing against hers with even more intensity than before. This kiss was different. It was a promise-a vow. He kissed her like it was the last chance he had to show her how much he meant it.

Rhea's mind screamed at her to stop, but her body didn't listen. She kissed him back, pouring everything into that one final, desperate kiss.

Because in that moment, they both knew-they were too far gone to turn back now.

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saw this prompt and had to do it

I tried to do the outfit but failed miserably, sorry T^T

[magnoliacharmed]

“mamacita… you look beautiful!”

[not-ur-boy-toy]

Your honour, they're all guilty of stealing my heart...

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[ursistersgirlfriend]

rip dx you would’ve loved challengers

[aritamargarita]

just felt like this needs to be shared

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I’m getting war flashbacks of when my parents would look at my report cards exactly like this

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME: favourite lost/lesser known ships [4/10] - Chyna & Eddie Guerrero (WWF)

I've been really wanting to know, why you did what you did, mami? Well this might embarrass you a little bit, Ed. But the truth is, I really couldn't resist your latino heat!

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[south-of-heaven]

Could i possibly request Chyna x daughter reader and maybe she gets to induct her mom into the HOF finally. Slightly emotional please? Her dad could be whoever you want it to be

Proud || Chyna x Daughter!Reader x Eddie Guerrero

Summary: Eddie would've been so proud.

As the moment arrived to honor your mother, Chyna, with her induction into the WWE Hall of Fame, a swell of emotions enveloped you. The pride of recognizing her monumental achievements mingled with a tinge of sadness; Eddie wasn't present to witness this historic moment.

Standing before the podium, you spoke passionately about Chyna's groundbreaking career, her dedication, and the impact she had on the wrestling world. Each word resonated with love and admiration for your mother, their significance echoing in the hall.

Your heart ached as you glanced at the empty seat that should have been occupied by Eddie. You knew how much he would have cherished this moment, witnessing Chyna's well-deserved recognition.

"Mom, I hope you know Dad would be so proud of you," your voice quivered with emotion as you acknowledged Eddie's absence, his memory a guiding presence in your life.

The audience erupted in applause, acknowledging Chyna's extraordinary legacy. Their enthusiasm and admiration were a testament to the impact she had left on the industry.

With a deep breath, you handed Chyna her Hall of Fame plaque, a symbol of her remarkable journey and the mark she left on the wrestling world. Though Eddie wasn't physically present, you could almost feel his spirit, his pride, and the love he held for Chyna and you.

As the ceremony concluded, you felt a sense of bittersweet fulfillment. Honouring Chyna's legacy filled you with immense pride, even in the absence of Eddie. You carried their memory in your heart, knowing that their influence and guidance would forever shape your path in wrestling, continuing the legacy they had left behind.

[acute-scary]

Between the Ropes… a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 12: Loss

Warning: This chapter contains a description of graphic domestic violence, mentions of blood. Reader Discretion is extremely advised. This is the first time I have ever written something like this, I usually limit myself to only sex scenes and mild domestic violence in arguments but I was going back and forth with myself in posting this but I ultimately decided this was the direction I wanted to go with in this story.

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The Terror Twin's locker room hummed with the faint sound of an air conditioner, but Rhea Ripley’s focus was on the mess of outfits scattered across the bench. Black leather, studs, and metal chains stared back at her, but no inspiration struck. She stood frozen, torn between choices that went beyond what she’d wear tonight. Across the room, Damian Priest was lacing up his boots, preparing in his usual laid-back manner.

"Any clue what you’re going with tonight?" Damian asked, his tone light but his eyes concerned as they flicked toward her.

Rhea gave a half-hearted shrug. "Not really," she muttered, her voice distant. "Does it even matter?"

Before Damian could answer, there was a knock at the door. His eyes met Rhea’s briefly, a silent question passing between them.

Damian stood and opened the door to reveal Hunter, his presence always carrying weight but his expression softer than usual. He nodded at Damian.

"Can I have a word with Rhea?"

Damian hesitated, glancing back at Rhea, but he gave a small nod, pulling on his jacket. "I’ll be back later." He shot her a final look, one filled with silent concern, before stepping out and leaving her alone with Hunter.

The door clicked shut, leaving the tension in the room thick as Hunter stepped inside, his hands on his hips as he leaned slightly against one of the lockers. "How are you holding up, Rhea?" His voice was low but direct.

Rhea let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the gear in front of her. "Depends," she said, glancing up at him with uncertainty. "What did you hear?"

Hunter sighed, running a hand over his beard as he studied her. "Honestly nothing, no one has said anything since I left you two Saturday."

She hesitated, her stomach twisting in knots. She had been compartmentalizing the chaos of her personal life to stay focused.

"It’s… a mess," she admitted, her voice trembling with the weight of the confession. "I’m leaving Matt. It’s over. And Jey—" She hesitated, the words catching in her throat. "Jey’s wife has already left him too."

Hunter’s brow furrowed slightly, though his expression remained neutral. "You’re sure about this? That you want to leave Matt?"

Rhea’s heart raced, but she nodded. "I don’t have a choice anymore. We are in love." She paused, taking in the look on Hunter’s face.

Hunter’s eyes narrowed slightly, not in judgment but in deep thought. "It’s a big decision, Rhea. I just want to make sure you’re not rushing into this because of the pregnancy."

Rhea met his gaze, her voice firmer now. "I’m not. I’ve been thinking about it for a bit and Jey, well…" She trailed off, unsure how to explain the complexities of her relationship with Jey.

Hunter leaned forward slightly, softening his tone. "You know this lifestyle better than anyone. It’s hard. The road, the long hours, being in the public eye. It pushes people to their limits. I’m not going to tell you what’s right or wrong here, but you’ve got to be sure—because whatever happens with Jey, it’s going to get more complicated before it gets easier."

Rhea felt the truth of his words settle over her. "I know," she said quietly, the weight of the situation pressing on her chest. "But I can’t keep living two lives."

Hunter let that sit for a moment before shifting the conversation. "And the pregnancy? What are you thinking there?"

Rhea closed her eyes for a second, feeling the tightness in her throat return. "I don’t know," she admitted, the vulnerability in her voice evident. "One moment I think I’m ready, and the next, I can’t even imagine it. I’m just… scared."

Hunter cut her off gently. "Hey, listen. You don’t have to make a decision today. I thought more about it and 48 hours is not enough." His voice was calming, a steadying force amidst the chaos swirling in her mind. "Focus on the show tonight and we will talk more when you are ready."

Rhea nodded, trying to absorb his words. She had been so consumed by the personal drama that she had forgotten what used to give her stability—her work. The ring.

"Liv’s going to pull back tonight," Hunter continued, bringing her focus back. "I’ve already talked to her."

Fear spiked in Rhea’s chest. "Did you tell her? About the pregnancy?"

Hunter shook his head. "No. She doesn’t know anything except to take it easy on you. You’re good. No one else needs to know what’s going on unless you want them to."

Rhea let out a sigh of relief. For a second, she’d feared her secret might be out, that the walls of her life were crumbling faster than she could rebuild them. "Thanks," she said quietly. "I don’t know what I’d do if this got out."

Hunter looked at her with a seriousness that only he could carry. "You’ve got to keep it together, Rhea. I know it’s hard, but right now, you’ve got to act like nothing’s changed. Especially with Jey. You go public with that, and it’ll blow everything up—for you, for him. And I can’t let that happen. Not right now."

Rhea swallowed the lump in her throat. "I get it. But… is there any chance? Could we ever go public?"

Hunter’s expression softened, though his answer didn’t. "Not now. You and Jey need to focus on your careers. The minute this gets out, it’ll become a distraction—both for you in the ring and for the company. People will talk, and they’ll keep talking, and you’ll lose control of your own story. Trust me on this."

Rhea bit her lip, frustrated but knowing he was right. "So I just… pretend everything’s fine?"

Hunter nodded slowly. "For now, yeah. You’re strong, Rhea. You can handle this. But you’ve got to be smart. This is bigger than just you and Jey."

Silence fell between them for a moment, the gravity of it all sinking in. Rhea knew the truth of what he was saying, even if she hated it. She had no choice but to keep playing her part.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Rhea asked.

“Did Finn and them not go over it with you?” Hunter asked.

“They went over Dom’s match with Damian but I don’t know about me if you wanted promos.” Rhea replied

“Oh I forgot to tell them that I am so sorry. You’ll have a promo with Finn and Jey shows up to your defense. Do act mildly flirtatious. You’ll also have a small promo with Damian. Damian will have his match with Dom. Did they go over the tackle with Liv and you?” Rhea nodded.

“We were going to have Finn jump on both of you two but it is way risky so just take a bump from Liv and a few kicks and that’s it. We will have Jey to save you guys but Jey has his thing with Bron so no saving this time…” Rhea agreed.

Before Hunter turned to leave, Rhea spoke again, her voice softer now, more personal. "Hunter, before you go… I know this is random, but… what was Joanie like?"

The question hung in the air for a beat. Hunter’s face softened, a faraway look entering his eyes as he smiled slightly. "She was… incredible," he said quietly. "Tough as hell, but she had this way of making everyone around her feel seen, like they mattered. No one could light up a room like her." He paused, the memories clearly filling him. "She was loyal, fierce… and kind in a way you don’t see much in this business. I think you two would’ve gotten along."

Rhea felt a warmth at his words, the admiration clear in his voice. "I wish I could’ve met her."

Hunter offered her a small smile, filled with unspoken emotion. "She would’ve liked you, Rhea. A lot."

With that, he gave a final nod and left the room, leaving Rhea alone with her thoughts and the lingering weight of his words. As the door clicked shut behind him, she stood for a moment, staring at her gear, her mind swirling with everything left unsaid.

The show was in two hours. She had to put everything aside and be who the world expected her to be. But right now, that felt like the hardest thing in the world.

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Jey stared at his reflection in the locker room mirror, half-dressed and restless. His pink, blue and white cropped YEET shirt clung loosely to his chest covered by a black hoodie, and his black Nike shorts hung comfortably from his hips. But none of it felt right. It wasn’t the gear—it was something else.

It had been four hours since he’d last seen her. Four long hours, and all he could think about was Rhea. They’d spent almost nearly the whole week together—him, her, and Damian, moving like a tight unit through the chaos of this thing called life. But even with all that time, it didn’t feel like enough. He couldn’t shake the need to be near her, to see her, to feel the pull between them.

It wasn’t just because she was carrying his child, though that bond was undeniable. There was something deeper growing inside him, something unspoken. She was the woman who had changed everything for him, and though he hadn’t said it out loud, the thought crossed his mind more and more lately: She’s going to be my wife someday.

That thought made him pause, his hands still on the zipper of his hoodie. He hadn’t meant to think it, but there it was, slipping into his head without permission. He shook it off, focusing on the moment. He knew he wasn’t supposed to see her right now, but the pull was too strong to ignore. He zipped his hoodie halfway up, threw the hood over his head, and headed out into the hallway.

His feet moved almost automatically, carrying him through the buzzing backstage area. He passed by Sami Zayn, Bronson (Bron Breakker), Drew McIntyre, and even Phil (CM Punk), exchanging quick greetings and fist bumps, but his mind wasn’t on any of it. He wasn’t here for them.

Finally, the noise of the arena faded into the background as he found himself on the quieter side of the building. His steps slowed when he reached the door to the Terror Twins’ locker room, his heart thudding a little faster. He knew they had to be careful, that it wasn’t smart for him to be here, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to see her.

He knocked lightly, almost hesitantly, and after a moment, the door opened a crack. Rhea’s face appeared, her eyes wide with surprise before softening. Without a word, she grabbed his hoodie and pulled him inside, quickly shutting the door behind them.

The room was dimly lit, her clothes scattered across the floor from trying to pick an outfit for tonight, and it was just the two of them, alone in the quiet. The tension between them was thick, a magnetic pull that neither of them could ignore. Jey’s pulse raced, the space between them too small and too big all at once.

“Jey, what are you doing here?” Rhea whispered, but there was no anger in her voice—only curious?

“I had to see you,” he said, his voice low and steady.

She let out a soft sigh, her hand still gripping the front of his hoodie. “We were all just together, you know? Four hours ago.” There was a hint of amusement in her voice now, even as her eyes searched his, the same tension between them simmering just beneath the surface.

“I know,” Jey replied, stepping closer, his hand coming to rest gently on her waist. “But I couldn’t help it. You get it, right?”

Her expression softened even more, her hand slipping up to rest against his chest. “Yeah. I get it but we still have our jobs to do… I mean how else are we going to afford baby clothes?" She said jokingly and Jey smiled. He gave her a quick kiss as his hand rested on her stomach.

He thought about everything—about the baby, the future, how deeply tied he already felt to her. And for a brief second, the thought flashed through his mind again: Maybe one day, she’ll be my wife. But he didn’t say it. It wasn’t time for that yet, even if the feeling was there, growing quietly inside him.

“Hey what’s with the pink shirt?” Rhea said.

“Oh you like it?” Jey said as he unzipped his hoodie. “Couldn’t do purple?” Rhea asked. “Didn’t wanna associate myself with The Judgement Day… wanted to associate myself with the Terror Twins.” He grinned.

“Prove your alliance Mr. Uso..” She said giving him a seductive smirk.

Before he could say anything more, there was a knock at the door. Both of them froze, eyes widening as the sound cut through the moment.

Jey stepped back, instinctively moving toward the shadows of the room, ready to slip away. But before he could, the door opened a crack—and there stood Damian, his broad frame filling the doorway. He took one look at the dark shadows Jey tried to slip away but Damian laughed.

“Man, we were all just together four hours ago, and you can’t keep off her? Also try changing your shoes, white is too bright.” Damian chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. His tone was playful, but there was a warmth in his eyes—understanding, maybe. He wasn’t surprised. He’d seen the way things had changed between them.

Jey grinned sheepishly, his hand dropping from Rhea’s waist, but he didn’t move further away. “What can I say? I’m weak.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. “You two are ridiculous.”

Damian let out a laugh and shook his head. “You know we’ve got a show to get ready for, right? You’ve got, what, another two hours before we are suppose to be putting in work?”

Jey shrugged. “Plenty of time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Damian said, still smiling. “Just don’t get caught. I don’t wanna have to explain why you two were hiding out in here.”

As Damian turned to leave, he paused at the door and glanced back at them. “Oh, and Jey? If you’re this whipped already, I can’t wait to see what happens when the baby gets here.”

Jey laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, man. Me neither.”

Damian gave them one last smirk before stepping out and closing the door behind him, leaving Jey and Rhea alone once more.

Rhea sighed, running a hand through her hair. “You seriously have to go, Hunter already said we have to keep everything under wraps still.”

“I know,” he said softly, stepping closer again. “But it’s hard. You know that.”

Her hand rested on his chest again, and she nodded.

They stood there for a moment, the air between them still charged, but there was something else now. Something quieter, more certain. Jey knew they were in the thick of it right now, with everything that came with being who they were in this business. But in the back of his mind, the thought lingered—one day, she’ll be my wife.

They just had to get through this first…

--

RAW had finally come to an end, and the crowd had filtered out of the arena. In the now-quiet Terror Twins’ locker room, Jey sat on a bench, already packed and waiting, while Damian leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone. Rhea was still in the shower, and though they had been together all week, Jey couldn’t help but think about her. No matter how much time they spent together, it was never enough. She was the mother of his child, and more than that, the woman he wanted to spend his life with.

The door to the showers opened, and Rhea walked out, fresh from the shower, her hair still damp and hidden under a black beanie. She wore an oversized hoodie and leggings, her body language relaxed but tired from the night’s events. She looked over at Jey and Damian, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"You guys ready?" she asked, her tone casual but carrying that underlying connection she shared with Jey.

"Yeah, I got our bags," Jey replied, standing up and adjusting the strap of her duffel over his shoulder.

Damian chuckled as he moved to open the door. "Almost all week we were all together, and now you two are acting like you haven’t seen each other in days." His voice was teasing but warm, a bit of ribbing among friends.

Rhea shook her head, a playful smile on her face. "Can’t help it," she shot back lightly, her eyes flicking toward Jey for just a second longer than necessary.

Jey smirked but said nothing, Damian peeked his head out and saw the exit, one by one they made it out into the hall as they made their way toward the exit. The group moved quickly, avoiding any lingering crew or fans. Outside, the cold night air bit at their skin as they stepped toward the black SUV waiting at the curb. Kayden, already sitting inside, waved quickly at them through the window. Damian held the door open as Rhea climbed into the car first, sliding in next to Kayden.

Jey followed, taking a seat across from Rhea while Damian hopped in beside him. Once everyone was settled, the driver pulled away, heading toward the airport. The car was silent, not because there was nothing to say, but because they all knew better. In their line of work, privacy was paramount, especially for Jey and Rhea. Too many eyes, too many chances for a slip-up. Even in the back of the SUV, they knew not to speak too freely.

Kayden leaned back in her seat, scrolling through her phone, while Damian rested his head against the window, eyes half-closed. Rhea sat next to Kayden, her body turned slightly toward the window, while Jey sat quietly across from them, his gaze occasionally flicking toward Rhea. The silence between them was thick, filled with unspoken words, but they’d gotten used to this routine. It was what they had to do, at least in public.

The SUV pulled up to the airport after what felt like an unusually long ride, and the group began piling out of the car. Jey grabbed their bags, handing Rhea’s over as they stood at the curb, the cold air hitting them once again. Kayden and Damian moved ahead, leading the way inside the terminal.

They walked together through the airport, making their way past crowds of travelers and fans, all while keeping things casual and low-key. When they reached a quieter part of the terminal, near the security checkpoint, Damian stopped and turned to Jey and Rhea.

“This is where we split,” he said, giving Jey a pat on the shoulder. “I’ll text you guys the Airbnb address once we get there.”

Kayden, standing beside Damian, gave Rhea a quick hug. "Safe flight, okay?"

Rhea nodded, returning the hug. "You too. Let us know when you land."

With that, Damian and Kayden headed off toward their gate, leaving Jey and Rhea standing together in the bustling terminal. It was quieter here, but still too public for them to let their guard down. They stood a few feet apart, the distance feeling heavier now that they were alone.

“I’ll text you when I land,” Rhea said, her voice soft, almost drowned out by the sounds of the airport around them.

Jey nodded, his gaze steady on her. “Yeah, do that. I’ll let you know when I’m there.”

They couldn’t hug, couldn’t kiss, not here. It was too risky. But they both knew the routine by now, and though it was never easy, they had learned how to navigate it. The connection between them, unspoken but always present, made the distance harder. Still, they had to play their parts.

"I’ll see you soon, I love you Rhea." Jey said, his voice low but filled with meaning.

Rhea gave him a small smile, the kind only he understood. "I love you too Jey. See you soon."

Without another word, they turned and headed in separate directions, each moving toward their own gate. As they walked away from each other, the weight of their love hung between them, but they both knew it was only temporary.

--

Rhea’s plane touched down in Orlando just past five in the morning. The time zone change did little to mask the exhaustion that weighed on her. After collecting her bags from the carousel, she hailed an Uber, the early morning chill biting at her as she waited. She knew that Matt would be awake, despite the early hour; he’d sent her a “Good morning” message that she hadn’t yet responded to. She wrestled with her thoughts during the ride, her mind a whirlwind of doubt and resolve. The closer she got to home, the more she felt the weight of what she was about to do—telling Matt she no longer loved him, without revealing the affair or the pregnancy.

The Uber pulled up to her house, and Rhea paid the driver before stepping out into the quiet, pre-dawn air. As she approached her front door, the familiar, comforting sight of her dogs greeted her. They whined softly, tail-wagging, but they knew better than to bark. She quickly petted them, their warm bodies a brief comfort. Rhea let them out through the sliding glass door to the backyard, followed by her cat, who relished the chance to roam outside.

She closed the sliding door and walked through the dining room, her heart pounding in her chest. The house felt oddly still as she approached the kitchen, where Matt was sitting at the breakfast table. He looked up, a look of surprise flashing across his face as he saw her.

“Rhea!” he exclaimed, getting up to greet her. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned in for a kiss. Rhea forced herself to kiss him back, her heart sinking with each second.

“Matt, sit down,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. Matt looked puzzled but complied, taking a seat at the table. He glanced at her with a mix of curiosity and concern, still holding the remnants of his breakfast.

“Everything okay? You look tired,” he said, his tone gentle, though there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Rhea took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She sat down opposite him, the silence between them stretching uncomfortably. Her heart raced as she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Matt, I need to talk to you.”

Matt’s expression shifted from concern to confusion. “What’s going on?”

Another long pause followed. Rhea struggled with her words, the weight of what she was about to say almost too much to bear. “I… I’ve fallen out of love with you.”

The words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, Matt sat there, stunned. Then, his face twisted into a look of disbelief and anger.

“What are you talking about? You can’t just drop that on me!” he shouted, his voice rising. “What the hell is this about?”

Matt’s outburst quickly escalated. He started accusing Rhea of having an affair with Damian, his voice laced with rage. “Is it Damian? Are you cheating on me with him?”

The room seemed to spin as Matt’s anger reached a boiling point. He began throwing glasses from the table, the shattering sound a violent punctuation to his fury. He punched the wall, leaving a dent and a visible crack.

Rhea, not accustomed to confrontations or yelling, felt herself shrinking under the intensity of the situation. Her voice wavered as she tried to make herself heard. “It isn’t Damian… it’s Joshua.”

The name only seemed to ignite Matt’s rage further. He grabbed Rhea by her arms, shaking her violently. His face was a mask of uncontrollable fury. “JEY FUCKING USO?” he roared. “You’re leaving me for Jey Uso?”

The situation spiraled into chaos. Matt’s anger turned increasingly violent. He shoved Rhea, causing her to stumble, and continued to hurl objects around the kitchen. Rhea’s pleas for calm were drowned out by his shouting and the crashing of broken dishes.

The confrontation became a blur of fear and pain for Rhea. She tried to stay out of Matt’s way, but his rage was all-consuming. His fists pummeled the walls, and every word from his mouth was an accusation or a threat.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Rhea finally managed to say, her voice breaking. “But I couldn’t keep living a lie.”

Matt’s anger showed no sign of subsiding. He continued to scream and destroy, the force of his emotions causing damage both physical and emotional. Rhea backed away, feeling utterly helpless as the violent scene unfolded before her.

Rhea’s attempt to regain her composure was cut short as Matt, consumed by rage, pushed her violently against the wall. She stumbled, her back slamming into the hard surface, the impact causing a sharp pain to shoot through her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at Matt, his face twisted in a mixture of hurt and fury.

“How could you do this to me?” Matt roared, his voice echoing through the now-chaotic kitchen. His anger was palpable, and every word was a jagged knife to Rhea’s already shattered emotions.

She tried to rise, her limbs shaky, but Matt’s anger knew no bounds. “Show me how tough you are, then! Show me Rhea Bloody Fucking Ripley!” he taunted, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. Before Rhea could react, Matt’s fist flew toward her, connecting with her cheek. The force of the blow sent her crashing to the floor, pain exploding through her head and face.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay on the ground, fear gripping her heart like a vice. She had never seen him like this—his rage was feral, uncontrollable. Matt’s next move was swift and brutal. He kicked her in the stomach, the pain a sharp, burning sensation that made her cry out. Her mind raced with the thought of her baby, the life growing inside her that was now at risk because of Matt’s violence. The pain was unbearable, but the thought of her unborn child made it worse.

“Please, stop!” Rhea begged, her voice breaking between sobs. “Matt, please stop!”

But Matt’s fury was unrelenting. He continued to kick her, each blow adding to the agony. Rhea could barely defend herself, her body trembling and her cries growing more desperate. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Matt’s rage showed no signs of abating.

Matt then grabbed her by her hair, yanking her roughly from the floor. Rhea felt her scalp sting as strands of hair were forcibly pulled out. She cried out in pain, but Matt’s anger was focused solely on his own sense of betrayal. He dragged her across the house, her feet scraping against the floor, the pain adding to her already overwhelmed senses.

When they reached the front door, Matt’s rage reached a new level. He threw Rhea out of the house with a final, brutal shove. She tumbled down the steps, the cold concrete biting into her already bruised and battered body. Her bags were thrown at her, landing with a thud beside her as she lay in a heap on the ground.

Matt’s face was a mask of pure rage as he slammed the door shut behind him. The sound of the lock clicking into place was a final, definitive end to the confrontation. Rhea lay on the steps, her body aching and her spirit crushed. She reached for her bags, struggling to gather them as tears mixed with the grime of the front steps.

From inside, Matt’s angry shouts and the sound of furniture being thrown around were muffled by the door, but the intensity of his rage was still palpable. Rhea, now alone in the early morning cold, felt a deep, visceral fear and sadness. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of pain, regret, and concern for her unborn child.

She managed to pull herself together enough to stand, though every movement was a struggle. The weight of her situation pressed down on her as she took a shaky step away from the house. Her wedding ring, which Matt had grabbed and put in his pocket, was now a painful reminder of the life she was leaving behind. Rhea took a deep breath, forcing herself to move forward despite the overwhelming fear and hurt.

The night air was cold and unforgiving as Rhea made her way down the walkway and away from the house. Each step was a reminder of the pain she’d just endured and the uncertain road ahead. She was alone, battered and emotionally drained, but she had to keep moving. For her sake and for the sake of the baby she carried, she had to find a way to keep going.

--

Jonathan was in his usual morning routine, stretching in his hallway before heading out for his run. With his AirPods securely in place, he scrolled through his playlist, selecting a song to accompany his exercise. He closed his front door and began jogging down the street, the rhythmic beat of his music setting a steady pace.

As he approached the familiar stop sign at the end of his street, Jimmy noticed a "Road Closed" sign and a busted pipe blocking his usual right turn. Rolling his eyes, he realized he’d need to reroute through Stone Creek, a subdivision he knew well—Rhea lived there. The thought of possibly encountering her or Matt made him uneasy, especially given the recent family fallout. Even though Jey was estranged from the family due to the affair with Rhea, Jimmy still felt a deep sense of conflict.

Jimmy adjusted his route, his mind focusing solely on the run ahead. The rhythmic pounding of his feet on the pavement and the music in his ears created a temporary escape from his worries. However, his focus was abruptly shattered when he noticed a figure up ahead.

As he drew closer, he saw that the figure was a woman, and she seemed to be limping. She was carrying a duffel bag and what looked like a luggage bag and the sight was unusual, especially in such a well-to-do neighborhood. Suddenly, the woman dropped the two pieces of luggage and then the woman collapsed. Jimmy’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively shouted, “Hey, wait! Are you okay?!”

Though he wasn’t one to typically reach out to strangers, something about the scene felt urgent and alarming. He approached the woman cautiously, his concern growing as he noticed a growing pool of blood around her. His heart raced as he gently rolled her onto her back, his worst fears realized when he saw that it was Rhea.

Rhea’s face was bruised and swollen, and her joggers were stained with blood. Her eyes fluttered open weakly when she saw Jimmy, and she attempted to speak, but her words were choked off by labored breathing.

“Rhea! Don’t try to talk,” Jimmy said urgently, his voice trembling. He quickly pulled out his phone, dialing 911 with shaking hands. As he waited for the operator to answer, he held Rhea’s hand tightly, trying to offer some comfort amidst the chaos.

Rhea managed to utter a single word, “Baby,” her voice barely audible. Jimmy’s breath hitched as he processed her word. Panic set in—Rhea was pregnant, and her condition was deteriorating rapidly.

“Hang in there, Rhea, help is on the way!” Jimmy said, his voice cracking. Blood began to stain his shirt and shorts as he knelt beside her, trying to keep her as calm as possible. Her eyes started to roll back, and Jimmy’s breathing grew more erratic, his hyperventilation escalating with the urgency of the situation.

"Please I need an ambulance in the Stone Creek subdivison, I'm down from the two way! My friend she is bleeding! I need help!" Jimmy said urgently.

Soon, the sound of approaching sirens grew louder, and soon the EMS team arrived. They quickly assessed the situation, their professionalism a difference to Jimmy’s mounting panic. They began to load Rhea onto a stretcher, and Jimmy followed closely, his heart pounding in his chest.

As the paramedics worked, they began asking questions about Rhea’s condition. Jimmy struggled to provide answers, his mind racing as he tried to recall any details that might be helpful. “I don’t know much,” he said, his voice strained. “She’s pregnant, but I’m not sure how far along she is. I just found her like this.”

The EMS team continued their assessment, their expressions serious as they worked to stabilize Rhea. Jimmy felt helpless, watching as they administered care, trying to ignore the blood that continued to stain his clothes. He stayed close to Rhea, his presence a small comfort as they transported her to the ambulance.

The ride to the hospital was a blur for Jimmy, filled with anxiety and fear. The only thing that mattered was Rhea’s well-being and the safety of the baby she carried. As they arrived at the hospital, the paramedics wheeled Rhea into the emergency room, and Jimmy was left standing in the hallway, waiting anxiously for any news.

The sight of Rhea’s battered and bloodied form, the realization of her pregnancy, and the violence that led to this moment weighed heavily on Jimmy. His mind was a whirlwind of concern for his brother’s estranged partner and the baby that would be deeply affected by this crisis. All he could do now was hope and wait for any updates on Rhea’s condition.

--

The waiting room was empty and impersonal, a normalcy difference to the chaos and urgency that had just unfolded. Jonathan, still in the ill-fitting blue scrubs provided by the hospital, paced back and forth. His mind was a whirlwind of worry and confusion, the events of the morning replaying over and over. The blood on his clothes, now taken by the police as evidence, left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. Thankfully no one was in the waiting room.

In a moment of clarity amid the chaos, Jonathan reached for his phone. With trembling fingers, he dialed Trinity’s number. The call connected, and her familiar voice was a small comfort.

“Hey, Jon, what’s going on?” Trinity asked, her tone concerned.

Jonathan took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. “Trin', you need to come to the hospital. Rhea… Rhea’s here. She’s hurt badly. The police took my clothes for evidence because they were covered in blood.”

The gravity of the situation was evident in Trinity’s response. “Oh my God, Jon. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jonathan said, his voice strained. “Just shaken up. But I need you to bring me a change of clothes. These scrubs they gave me don’t fit, and I feel completely out of place. And… I think you should come here as soon as you can.”

“I’m on my way,” Trinity assured him, her voice filled with urgency. “Just hang in there. I’ll be there as quickly as I can.”

Jonathan thanked her, his relief palpable even through the strain in his voice. He ended the call and continued to pace, his thoughts racing. The hospital’s sterile environment did little to comfort him as he replayed the events in his mind.

Every detail of Rhea’s injuries, her bleeding and battered state, was etched into his memory. The image of her collapsing on the street and the desperation in her eyes was haunting. The reality of her situation and the violence she had endured made the waiting room feel like a prison, each minute stretching longer than the last.

As he waited for Trinity to arrive, Jonathan’s thoughts turned to Jey. He knew how difficult this must be for him, and the family dynamics were complicated. The affair with Rhea and the subsequent fallout had already strained their family ties. Now, with Rhea’s condition so dire, the complexity of their situation seemed almost unbearable.

When Trinity arrived, she brought with her a change of clothes and a look of deep concern. She approached Jonathan, embracing him briefly before handing him the fresh clothes. “I’m so sorry, Jon,” she said softly. “We’ll get through this. How’s Rhea?”

“Still waiting for updates,” Jonathan replied, accepting the clothes gratefully. He quickly changed into the new outfit, feeling slightly more comfortable. “I don’t know much, but I hope she’s stable. The doctors have been working on her for a while now.”

Trinity sat beside him, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the uncertainty. They both stared at the door to the emergency room, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on their shoulders. As they waited for any news, Jonathan found solace in Trinity’s support and the shared hope that Rhea’s condition would improve.

The moments dragged on, each tick of the clock a reminder of the ordeal they were enduring. Jonathan’s thoughts remained with Rhea, Jey, and the future of the baby they were all so deeply concerned about. All they could do now was wait and pray for the best.

Jonathan continued to pace, the weight of Rhea’s condition pressing down on him. The calm unfeeling environment of the waiting room only heightened his sense of despair. He knew he needed to reach out to Jey, despite the estrangement that had existed between them due to Jey's affair with Rhea. The situation was dire, and Jonathan’s frustration and concern outweighed his resentment.

Taking a deep breath, Jonathan dialed Jey’s number. The line rang a few times before Jey’s voice came through, sounding both tired and wary.

"Why you calling?" Jey’s tone was cautious.

Jonathan’s voice was taut with anxiety as he relayed the grim news. "Joshua, I need you to know what’s happened. Rhea’s here at the hospital—she’s in bad shape. I found her bloodied and battered. The police have taken my clothes for evidence."

There was a stunned silence on the other end before Jey’s voice cracked with panic. "Oh my God, Jon. What? Are you serious? How bad is it?"

"It’s really bad," Jonathan replied, his voice trembling. "I don’t know much yet. The doctors are still working on her, but I needed you to know. I know we’ve had our issues, but she needs all the support she can get right now."

Jey’s response was urgent and frantic. "I’m coming down to Orlando as fast as I can. I’ll book a flight right now. Just—hang in there. I need to be there."

Jonathan’s heart ached at the desperation in Jey’s voice. "Okay. Please hurry. I’ll keep you updated as soon as I know more."

"I will," Jey assured him, the determination clear in his tone. "I’ll be there soon."

Jonathan ended the call and sank into a nearby chair, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. Jey’s arrival would bring another layer of complexity to the situation, but right now, the focus needed to be on Rhea’s recovery. He glanced at Trinity, who was watching him with concerned eyes.

"Jey’s coming down," Jonathan said quietly. "He’s booking a flight now."

Trinity nodded, squeezing Jonathan’s hand for reassurance. "We’ll get through this. One step at a time."

As they resumed their anxious vigil, the anticipation of Jey’s arrival and the ongoing hope for Rhea’s recovery filled the air. Jonathan could only hope that, despite the tensions and past grievances, the presence of his brother might offer some solace in this harrowing time.

—

As Jonathan and Trinity waited in tense silence, the door to the waiting room finally opened. A doctor in scrubs entered, his face a mask of professional concern. Jonathan and Trinity both stood, their hearts pounding as the doctor approached.

"Are you both here for Mrs. Demi Adams?" the doctor asked, his gaze shifting between them.

Jonathan nodded. "Yes, that’s Rhea. What’s her condition?"

The doctor’s expression grew somber. "Mrs. Adams has suffered severe trauma. She’s lost the baby due to the impact to her stomach. Additionally, she has significant internal bruising to her ribs and has lost more than 35 percent of her blood. She will need a transfusion."

Jonathan felt his stomach drop at the news. "What can we do to help?"

The doctor turned to Jonathan. "Would you two be willing to donate?"

Jonathan quickly responded, "I’m O Negative."

Trinity added, "I’m AB Positive."

The doctor nodded thoughtfully. "Jonathan, O Negative is the universal donor type and will be the best fit for her. I can arrange for you to donate blood immediately."

Jonathan glanced at Trinity. "Trin', call Jey and let him know what’s happening. He’s on his way here."

Trinity nodded and stepped aside to make the call. Meanwhile, the doctor guided Jonathan toward a nearby medical area for the blood donation.

Jonathan prepared to give blood, he felt a surge of mixed emotions—fear, determination, and a deep sense of responsibility. The gravity of the situation was overwhelming, but he knew that every bit of help could make a difference for Rhea.

As the needle was inserted and the blood began to flow, Jonathan’s mind remained focused on the hope that his donation would help stabilize Rhea. He glanced back toward Trinity, who was already busy on the phone, and silently wished for strength for everyone involved. He then realized something as he saw the blood flow… Rhea will now carry the blood of a Samoan.

—

Jey said his goodbyes to his kids, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. He glanced back at Takecia, his ex-wife, who watched him from a distance with an unreadable expression. As he got into the Uber, the finality of the moment settled in. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Rhea and the unexpected, tragic turn her life had taken.

The Uber ride to the airport felt interminable. Jey's thoughts raced, grappling with the shocking news. Rhea’s plan had been to confront Matt, her husband, to tell him she was leaving. The violence she had suffered left Jey with a gnawing question—was Matt responsible for what had happened to her? The possibility gnawed at him, fueling his urgency.

While the Uber navigated through traffic, Jey pulled out his phone and began typing furiously. First, he sent a message to Damian Priest:

“Damian, Rhea’s been attacked. Jimmy called. She’s in critical condition at the hospital. I’m heading to Orlando now. I’ll keep you updated.”

He quickly followed up with a message to their boss, Paul Levesque, aka Triple H:

“Paul, Rhea’s been seriously hurt. Jimmy’s at the hospital with her, and I’m flying down to Orlando ASAP. I’ll keep you posted. I think this going to hit the press soon.”

As he finished sending the messages, Jey’s mind was already racing ahead, preparing for what awaited him in Orlando. The media frenzy was inevitable; Jimmy’s discovery of the wounded Rhea would likely draw significant attention. Jey hoped that his presence might offer some stability amidst the unfolding chaos.

The Uber pulled up to the airport, and Jey stepped out, taking a deep breath. His focus sharpened as he moved quickly through security, every step driven by the urgency to be by Rhea’s side. His phone buzzed with responses as he made his way to the gate, but his thoughts remained firmly on Rhea and the daunting challenge that lay ahead.

Jey rushed up to the airline counter, his urgency evident as he approached the clerk. “I need a first-class ticket to Orlando, non-stop,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “It’s an emergency.”

The clerk’s eyes widened as she recognized him. “Oh, you’re Jey Uso, aren’t you? One half of the Usos! It’s such an honor to meet you.”

Jey, barely registering the fanfare, nodded quickly. “Yes, that’s me. I really need to get to Orlando as soon as possible. Is there any way you can expedite this?”

Understanding the gravity of the situation, the clerk quickly shifted gears. “Of course, let me check for you.”

She typed rapidly on her keyboard, then looked up with a sympathetic smile. “I’ve got a first-class seat available on a non-stop flight to Orlando that’s boarding in 10 minutes at Gate 62. The fare is $837.62.”

Jey barely hesitated handing his credit card. “Just charge it. I don’t care about the price. I just need to get there.”

The clerk processed the payment swiftly, handing Jey the ticket. “Here you go. Gate 62. You should head over there quickly; they’ll be boarding soon.”

Jey thanked her and sprinted toward the gate, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and determination. As he approached Gate 62, he could hear the final boarding call for his flight.

He glanced at his ticket, then at the departure screen, and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. The urgency of the situation pushed him forward as he made his way onto the plane, hoping that the flight would pass swiftly and that he would arrive in Orlando in time to offer Rhea the support she so desperately needed. Another five hours he is going to have to wait..

—

After four long hours, Rhea finally managed to open her eyes. The morphine was working its way through her system, making her feel drowsy and disoriented. As her vision cleared, she was surprised to see she was in a hospital room surrounded by unfamiliar faces—Jonathan, Trinity, and Solofa Fatu, known to WWE fans as Rikishi.

Jonathan was the first to notice her waking. He gently nudged Trinity, who had fallen asleep in a chair next to him. As Trinity stirred and looked over, Jonathan leaned closer to Rhea.

“Rhea, can you hear me? Are you okay?”

Rhea blinked slowly, struggling to piece together her foggy memories. “I... I remember getting off the Uber and walking into my house. That’s it. I don’t remember anything else.”

Jonathan sighed, his expression filled with relief. “I found you with your luggage on my morning run. You just collapsed in front of me.”

Rhea’s face showed her frustration and confusion. “I can’t remember anything. Why... why am I here?”

Solofa, who had been quietly observing, stepped closer. His presence was commanding, and his voice carried a deep, cultural resonance. “Rhea, my son has done something very brave. I know this might be hard to understand right now.”

Rhea looked at Solofa, her eyes filled with question and concern. Trinity spoke up, her voice calm and reassuring. “He’s talking about Jon. He saved your life by donating a lot of blood.”

Solofa nodded, his gaze steady and serious. “Rhea, I need to tell you something important. There are deep connections in our Samoan culture, and while I am troubled by the circumstances that led us here—circumstances that have strained my son's marriage—I also understand that responsibility and honor are central to our ways. You are now linked to our Samoan Bloodline. We are bound by blood and duty.”

Rhea, still groggy and disoriented, could only absorb part of Solofa’s words. The cultural weight of his message was not lost on her, and she nodded slightly, acknowledging the gravity of the connection being made.

Solofa’s gaze softened, showing both the seriousness of his concern and the depth of his cultural values. “You must understand, Rhea, that in our tradition, family and honor are everything. Whatever has happened, we are bound together now in a way that cannot be easily severed.”

Jonathan and Trinity watched the exchange with a mixture of respect and concern. Rhea, despite her struggle to fully grasp the situation, could sense the profound significance of Solofa’s words and the deep cultural ties that now connected her to this family.

As Rhea nodded her head, the weight of the conversation settled over her, mingling with the pain and confusion of her recovery. Despite the challenges ahead, the support from Jonathan, Trinity, and the Fatu family provided a glimmer of hope amidst the turmoil.

Solofa gave clear instructions to Jonathan before Jey was allowed to see Rhea. “I need to speak with both of you before Jey goes into her room. Please, follow me.”

Jonathan exchanged a puzzled glance with Trinity but followed Solofa out of the room. As they left, Rhea, still trying to piece together the fragments of her memory, turned to Trinity with a mix of confusion and concern.

“What are they doing?” Rhea asked, her voice weak and trembling.

Trinity offered a reassuring smile, though her eyes betrayed her anxiety. “It’s going to be very special what they do. It’s part of how we honor and support each other in our culture.”

Rhea didn’t fully grasp what Trinity meant but chose to let it go for now. “I still can’t remember anything clearly,” she admitted, frustration creeping into her voice.

Trinity took a deep breath and gently brought up the topic she had been dreading. “Rhea, the baby... you lost the baby due to the trauma.”

As soon as the words left Trinity’s mouth, Rhea’s composure broke. Her face crumpled with grief, and tears began to stream down her cheeks. She didn't utter a word, the weight of the loss too overwhelming for her to articulate.

Trinity immediately moved to her side, her own heart aching at Rhea’s anguish. She climbed onto the bed, pulling Rhea into a tight embrace. Despite the discomfort of the hospital bed, Trinity held her friend close, her grip firm and unwavering.

Rhea clung to Trinity, the raw pain of her loss pouring out in silent sobs. Trinity’s presence was a lifeline, her warmth and steadfast support providing some solace amidst the heartbreak.

For a long while, they remained like that, Trinity’s comforting embrace a small refuge from the storm of grief. The shared sadness and the strength of their bond were palpable, offering a brief respite from the crushing weight of Rhea’s sorrow.

After another two hours, Jey finally arrived at the hospital. Exhausted and anxious, he was met by his father, Solofa, and his brother, Jonathan. They led him to a private hospital room not currently in use, where Solofa took a deep breath and prepared to speak.

“Joshua,” Solofa began, using Jey’s real name, his voice steady but filled with the weight of the situation. “Jonathan has done something incredibly brave for Rhea. He donated a significant amount of blood to save her life.”

Jey's eyes were already brimming with tears, but Solofa’s next words hit him like a punch to the gut. Solofa took a step to his son and put a hand on his shoulder. He was not the man to bullshit. “The baby didn’t make it.”

The gravity of the news overwhelmed Jey. He sank to his knees, his body shaking with sobs. Jonathan rushed to his brother, wrapping him in a tight embrace. The sight of Jey’s anguish pierced Solofa’s heart, and he felt a deep, painful empathy for his sons.

As Jonathan held Jey, offering him whatever comfort he could, Solofa’s own heart ached for the family he was trying to hold together. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of Jey’s muffled cries.

After a few moments, Solofa gathered his composure and addressed Jonathan. “Jonathan, I need you to join your cousins in a small ceremonial haka in Rhea’s room. This is an important part of her official induction into the family, and it’s a way to honor both Jey and Rhea’s families, acknowledging the new bonds formed through this ordeal.”

Jonathan nodded, understanding the significance of the ritual. Solofa turned back to Jey, his expression filled with a mix of sternness and compassion.

“Joshua, you need to be strong. This haka is for you and Rhea, a way to honor and welcome her into our family despite the pain. It’s a tradition that connects us all, and it’s a sign of respect for what has happened.”

Jey wiped his tears, trying to steady his breathing. He knew the importance of the haka and the role it played in their culture. With a heavy heart but a sense of resolve, he prepared himself for the ceremonial rite.

Jonathan, having received the instructions, headed towards Rhea’s room. He knew that this ceremony was more than just a formality—it was a profound expression of family, honor, and the strength of their cultural traditions.

As Jonathan and Solofa prepared for the haka, the air in the hospital room grew thick with the anticipation of a ritual that would bring some semblance of closure and unity amidst the chaos. The haka would serve as both a tribute to Rhea and a reaffirmation of the bonds that held the family together, even in the face of overwhelming sorrow.

Jey walked slowly to Rhea’s bedside, his heart heavy with grief. Seeing her so frail and vulnerable in the hospital bed was almost too much to bear. He knelt beside her, tears streaming down his face, and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead. The sight of Rhea’s tear-filled eyes meeting his own was heartbreaking. They both began to sob, mourning the loss of their unborn child in each other’s arms. Jey clasped her hand tightly, their shared sorrow a poignant reminder of their connection.

As they clung to one another, the door to the room opened, and Solofa, Jonathan and Joseph better known to WWE as Solo Sikoa, and three of their cousins entered. The solemnity of their expressions underscored the gravity of the moment. Solofa took his place at the head of the group, his presence commanding and filled with a deep sense of cultural responsibility.

Without a word, Solofa began to lead the haka, his voice rising in a powerful chant that reverberated through the room. The haka, a traditional war dance, was performed with fierce intensity and solemnity, embodying the strength and resilience of their heritage. The rhythmic stamping of feet and the rhythmic, synchronized movements of the performers conveyed a profound sense of unity and respect.

The haka was more than just a performance; it was a sacred ritual that honored Rhea and the loss they were mourning. Each movement of the dance was infused with the deep cultural significance of their Samoan traditions, reflecting the pain, strength, and solidarity of the family. The chant, powerful and evocative, served as both a tribute to Rhea’s struggles and a reaffirmation of the bonds that held them all together.

As the haka reached its climax, the raw emotion of the ritual was palpable. The intense, rhythmic energy of the dance resonated with the room’s atmosphere, creating a sense of sacred connection. Jey and Rhea watched, their tears mingling with the shared grief of their family. The haka was a profound expression of their collective sorrow and strength, a cultural embrace that enveloped them all.

After the haka, the room fell into a reflective silence. The performers stood with a quiet dignity, their faces marked by the intensity of the ritual. Jey, still holding Rhea’s hand, felt a profound sense of cultural and familial solidarity. The haka had not only honored their loss but also reinforced their place within the Samoan Bloodline, binding them together through their shared heritage.

In the quiet that followed, the emotional weight of the moment lingered, a testament to the deep connections forged through tradition and family.

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*Please note: The depiction of Samoan ritual dance in this story is intended solely for entertainment purposes and is not meant to offend or disrespect any cultural practices. The intention is to honor the cultural significance while crafting a fictional narrative. I deeply respect the Samoan culture and the traditions it represents.*