A/N) Is there anybody you want to see Y/N verse in the future?
It could be anyone as long as they competed in the 2020s.
I want to write matches I've never written before like Shinsuke Nakamura, Sheamus, Keith Lee, Bobby Lashley, Goldberg, Randy Orton, Big Show, Jeff Hardy, Dolph Ziggler, Big E, Kofi Kingston.
After Monday Night Raw 17th February 2020
As Y/N walked backstage, the pulsing adrenaline coursed through him—but it was intertwined with a heavyweight in his chest. The chorus of cheers from the arena still echoed in his ears, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him.
His heart gnawed at him relentlessly, replaying Triple H's ultimatum over and over again. The ultimatum hung over him like a dark storm cloud, ominous and foreboding, reminding him of the stakes at hand.
"If you can beat the opponents of our choosing, you can have your match against me. Anytime, any place. Pick a stipulation, even. But if you lose, we will punish Rhea Ripley and Damian Priest. They will lose their NXT Championships."
As he rounded the corner, he found Rhea and Damian sitting near a monitor. They weren't supposed to be here tonight, well Rhea was because her rivalry with Charlotte was in full swing after Charlotte attacked her to confirm Charlotte was going to verse Rhea.
Whereas, Damian was here just in case something happened and Y/N needed backup, which turns out was unnecessary as Triple H let Y/N walk.
Rhea: Y/N!
Rhea's voice broke through the haze, her blonde hair cascading as she approached, Damian at her side. She approached him with an urgency that mirrored the concern etched on both their faces. And Damian, standing resolutely at her side, seemed equally invested in the unfolding drama, his arms crossed and an inscrutable expression painted across his features.
Rhea: What just happened out there?
Rhea asked, her eyes searching his for answers. Y/N swallowed hard, glancing between them, desperately struggling to find the words to get across the enormity of the situation.
Y/N: Triple H made me an offer. A chance to face him, but if I lose...
He paused, the weight of the ultimatum sinking deeper into his chest as he knew how real it was at that moment.
Y/N: If I lose, you two lose your titles.
Y/N finally admitted, the words falling heavy in the air between them. Rhea's expression hardened at the implications, her brows knitting together in disbelief. Damian crossed his arms, a thoughtful look spreading across his face.
Rhea: What do you want to do?
Rhea asked, stepping closer, her presence calming Y/N down in a way she knew only she could do. Y/N felt a stirring in his heart, the kind that reminded him how lucky he was to be surrounded by people who cared for him.
Y/N: It's... complicated,
Y/N replied, his voice uneven. The reality was that he was caught in a tight bind; he didn't want to risk their championships, yet the thirst for revenge simmering in him for the past twenty days he had been craving for the past twenty days, he would have to cross the line.
Rhea: What do you mean?
Rhea's expression shifted to one of concern. Y/N took a deep breath, wrestling with his own desires and the fear of what could happen if he followed through.
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From Start To Finish. (Rhea Ripley X Male Reader)
FanfictionY/N L/N. Better known as The Modern Day Excellence of Execution. A nickname he had earned through countless battles in NXT. He had done everything there is to do but after losing his championship at NXT takeover he had to try and win it back throug...
