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Early Friday Morning 23rd July 2021
The clang of steel against steel echoed through the converted garage. Y/N, the reigning WWE Champion, was a whirlwind of controlled aggression, each rep a testament to the dedication required to stay at the top. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead as he pushed himself, the weight a familiar burden he welcomed.
Y/N: What are you doing?
He asked, his voice a low rumble as he spotted Rhea enter the garage. She was a vision in workout gear, her blonde hair slicked back. It was a familiar sight, yet subtly different. Motherhood had softened the sharp edges, rounding her features with a gentle beauty.
Rhea: Working out.
She replied, a wry smile playing on her lips.
Rhea: I need to start getting back in shape. I developed a bit of a stomach.
Y/N paused, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Y/N: I thought it was cute.
Rhea rolled her eyes playfully.
Rhea: You would, you adore me just like I adore you. But I want to get back in my old shape. We've switched off breast milk to formula; there's nothing stopping me now.
Her voice held a quiet determination.
Y/N: Fair enough. I'm happy for you, I need my workout partner back. It's kind of lonely working out by myself.
He said, genuinely pleased as Rhea hopped onto the treadmill beside him, setting the pace to a brisk walk.
Rhea: Well, I'm glad to be back. When do you think I should come back to the ring?
Y/N shrugged, his focus back on the treadmill.
Y/N: Whenever you're ready. It's your decision.
Rhea's steps slowed slightly.
Rhea: It's our decision because what happens to Harper and Amalia.
The names of their five-month-old twin daughters hung in the air, a reminder of the new dimension in their lives.
Y/N considered this, his brow furrowing slightly.
Y/N: Well, I guess they can come with us. You've already said you don't want to join Judgement Day. They can stay with me in my locker room when you're doing something, and then when I'm doing something, you can stay with them in my locker room.
Rhea raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.
Rhea: Why in your locker room?
Y/N broke into a wide grin, his confidence radiating.
Y/N: I'm the champ, Rhea. I'm not losing 'til I want to, and when I've made so much money I never have to go back again.
He wasn't arrogant, just sure of himself, and he wasn't wrong. He was on a roll and, given his dedication and talent, there was no end in sight.
Rhea laughed, the sound light and melodic in the confined space.
Rhea: Alright, Mr. Confidence. But if I come back and the babies are surrounded by championship belts and sweaty gym clothes, I'm blaming you.
Y/N: Deal.
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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...
