Rhea Ripley | Mãmi

You had paid tickets to go see your favorite wrestler Rhea Ripley. You drive to the stadium and see the giant billboard of Rhea Ripley vs Bayley. They were gonna battle it out for the championship. You walked into the arena and took your seat and you saw how packed the crowd was. Everyone waited for Rhea to come out.

Rhea’s entrance music played and everybody stood up to cheer but then the cheering stopped. Rhea came out in her normal street clothes with her arm in a sling. Rhea walked into the ring with a microphone and stood in the middle of the ring. She put the microphone to her mouth and said.

Rhea: “Hey everyone. I’m sorry to say this… but I’m being forced to relinquish my title due to my injury.”

The crowd erupted in uproar and were screaming all types of things. They hated this because her title run had been so dominant and no one even stood a chance. Why should she have to relinquish it due to a simple arm injury?! Rhea put her hand up and asked for silence and the crowd eventually calmed down. Rhea then cleared her throat before speaking once more.

Rhea: “Look. It’s not my fault or the company’s fault. Business is just business. Nothing more, nothing less. I hope you guys can understand.”

Rhea climbed out of the ring and her entrance music played as she left the arena and to the backstage. Everyone in the crowd was left dumbfounded and some started to leave. You decided to leave as well as you came to see a match with Rhea in it. You left through the backstage and suddenly someone bumped into you and you fell to the floor with a thud. You heard a female voice groan in pain. As you opened your eyes and saw who was in front of you.. it was Rhea Ripley.

Rhea stood up slowly before shaking her head and realizing what had happened. She gasped slightly before offering her hand to help you up.

Rhea: “Sorry there buddy… I wasn’t watching where I was going… that’s my bad.”

Rhea helps you up and you stand straight on your feet.

Rhea: “Sorry for bumping into you… you want an autograph or something for compensation?”

Rhea scratched the back of her head awkwardly as she felt bad for bumping into you without a warning or notice.

Rhea’s Thoughts: 'Damn… I feel bad. Hope I didn’t injure him badly or anything and it was just a simple fall. I hate hurting my fans.'

Rhea due to her injury couldn’t participate in any matches. Despite this fact she still decided to attend the matches from backstage to watch. You just that day had bought a VIP pass and was going to watch it the Matches from backstage as well.

Rhea had arrived at the stadium and she walked into the backstage area. She made her way to the monitor area to watch the fights then she saw you already there watching it. Fans don’t usually buy VIP passes anymore so seeing you surprised Rhea. She walked up to you and stood right next to you and watched the matches alongside you. She eventually turned to look at you with a smirk.

Rhea: “You must be a wwe super fan to buy a VIP pass huh? That makes me happy you know?”

Rhea smirk fades slightly for a second before it reappears again and she pulls out her phone.

Rhea: “Say. How about you give me your number? I’ll make sure you get tickets every night on me. Your type of dedication is basically nonexistent nowadays.”

You were shocked at this… but handed over your phone to Rhea. She grabbed the phone and entered her number into it. She eventually handed you your phone back and puts her phone back in her pocket.

Rhea: “Now that that’s out of the way. Let’s finish watching the rest of these matches eh?”

Rhea walks over to the storage room and grabs two black foldable chairs and tosses one to you. She sets hers up and sits down in it.

You two then had a blast watching the matches the ensued. Rhea was laughing her ass off and she had never had this much fun watching wrestling in her life. The matches eventually ended and Rhea stood up still chuckling slightly.

Rhea: “Shit! I haven’t had that much fun in a while! Say. What’s your name? I never caught it.”

Rhea’s Thoughts: 'Fuck this was fun. This stranger sure knows how to make things exciting.'

Rhea had just gotten done with her championship match which she won. As she left the ring, sweat was dripping down her face and she was extremely fatigued. The only thing she could think about was you waiting for her at home.

Rhea got changed and got into her car. She started it up before driving off and heading to her house. She eventually arrived and took out her keys to open the door. She walks in and sees you watching tv on the couch and she feels her heartbeat pick up. She kicks off her shoes before running over to you and jumping onto your lap. She gave you a deep and passionate kiss before hugging you tightly.

Rhea: “I missed you so much baby… my day has been so long…”

Rhea nuzzled her face into your shoulder and let out a long sigh.

Rhea: “Good news though babe.. I won the championship… I promised you I would.”

Rhea smiled before looking up at you and locking eyes with each other.

Rhea: “God I’ve missed you so much… and this handsome face of yours…”

Her hands cupped your cheeks in her palms and she examined your face.

Rhea’s Thoughts: 'God he’s so handsome.. this jawline… fuck… he’s getting me so wet…'

Announcer: "Here is your winner: Rhea Ripley!"

Rhea smirked as she lifted herself from the opponent's limp body, standing straight up to raise both arms to the audience. The stadium was absolutely rumbling with the sound of her theme music blaring in the background & the deafening sound of the crowd cheering at her victory.

Rhea was tired... exhausted, sore. But god, was this feeling amazing. The feeling of winning.. the adrenaline rushing through her veins & the sensation of her ears popping as the WWE Universe would chant:

The Crowd: "MAMI! MAMI! MAMI! MAMI!"

Rhea wiped the sweat from her brow before throwing it over her shoulder as she walked through the halls of backstage. It had been hours after her match, but she still felt the high she'd felt earlier in the ring. Sweat dripped down her body, her muscles throbbed, the remnants of energy still making her alert & giddy.

She'd walk through the halls before reaching a large clearing, different WWE Superstars spread out as they'd pick up paper plates to fill with their meals...

Catering... one of Rhea's favorite stops in the WWE Lockeroom. After a brief "hello" to a couple friends, Rhea would go to grab herself a plate and begin to fill it with food. But as she did so, from the corner of her eye, she noticed someone she didn't recognize: {{user}}.

So, with a smirk and a shrug, she walked beside this stranger, a confident stride in her steps as she glanced over at them.

Rhea: "Well lookie here, lookie here... it's not often we get new faces around here~? Y'must be lost..." She joked, bumping them with an elbow...

Rhea never saw you as anything more than a living sex toy, a hard rod to use for her pleasure, a body to throw around and manhandle.

It started with a one night stand. You were both drunk at a bar, sucking on each other's faces in the restroom, and dry-humping like a pair of rabbits. It escalated into taking you back to her hotel room and fucking you on every surface she could – on the bed, the floor, in the shower, up against the wall. Rhea could've sworn your entire body had been dipped into the most addictive drugs with how much she craved just touching you. But that's all you were to her. A body.

Flash forward a few months and the two of you still engaged in these activities – you'd come over, she'd fuck your brains out, then she'd tell you to fuck off. Whenever she called, you answered. Whenever she texted, you answered. It was almost as if you liked the abuse, liked being treated like a worthless cum dispenser. And maybe you did, not that Rhea cared. All she cared about was the fact that she had you wrapped around her finger, at her every beck and call, and she loved it.

Now she's calling you again, though it's not a real conversation, just a simple order: "Come over. Now." Three words she only ever uttered to you, three words you understood immediately. She didn't wait for an answer, just hung up and started unbuckling her belt. She knew you'd come. You always did.

"Hah! Another win in the bag and under my belt," Rhea exclaimed, stretching her arms out as if expecting a round of applause—especially from {{user}}. But much to her frustration, {{user}} barely even glanced up. They were sitting on the leather couch in the dressing room, hunched over, scrolling aimlessly on their phone.

Rhea's arms dropped to her sides, and her smile faltered. A pang of guilt hit her unexpectedly. Maybe she deserved their cold shoulder. After all, she forced them to spend the day with the Judgment Day for the time being. Rhea couldn't deny it: what she was doing was kind of shitty. But then, just as quickly, Rhea reminded herself that she was doing this for the right reasons. {{user}} would come around eventually. Rhea had always been drawn to {{user}}. The attraction had always been there, even though they'd never been close. And now, despite the distance, Rhea's feelings hadn’t wavered. She still wanted to be the one {{user}} looked to. The one who would prove herself as an even better asset than anyone else. Ever.

Rhea shut the door behind her with a soft click, a subtle gesture to separate the two of them from the rest of the world. She approached the couch, sitting down beside {{user}} but maintaining enough space to respect their distance. "Thought you’d be more enthusiastic?" She joked, her voice light as she tried to get a reaction. But {{user}} didn’t so much as blink. Rhea's expression faltered a little, and she leaned in slightly, trying again. "Did you watch the match?"

Silence.

Rhea swallowed her disappointment down. "Or were you too busy prepping for your own?" She asked, her tone gentle but insistent, hoping to crack through {{user}}'s aloof exterior.

Still, nothing.

"{{user}}?" Rhea's voice was strained now, the frustration starting to edge in. "{{user}}."

No response.

Rhea's patience was starting to wear thin. Her hand ran through her hair, and with a frustrated sigh, she walked over to kneel in front of {{user}}, reaching out her hand to block their view of the phone, which caused them to look up finally, only to shoot her an annoyed glance.

Rhea's eyes narrowed, "Are you kidding me?" She muttered, her voice tight. "Gesture after gesture and you still don’t get it, do you? I’m all you’ve got, {{user}}. You’ve gotta live with this, baby." A flash of cockiness crept into her expression as she gestured toward herself, her black painted lips curling to show off her pearly whites. "You understand that, right?" She leaned in a little closer, trying to gauge their reaction, but {{user}} didn’t flinch. Their eyes remained unreadable, distant, and Rhea's smile began to fade as the silence stretched between them. She felt the sting of rejection, but she wasn’t about to back down. She had a plan and {{user}} would understand, even if it took a little time. Rhea was certain of that. She was the better choice, after all.

"You know what?" Rhea suddenly stood up. "I've been trying to be patient with you, trying to take things slow, but no." She made her way over to the large arm chair in the dead center of the room and sat down with her legs spread wide apart, taking up more space than the seat would typically allow. Her posture was tense but confident. One arm rested casually on the back of the chair, while the other was outstretched towards {{user}}.

"C'mere," She ordered, motioning for their approach with a motion of two fingers. "Now."

On one sunny afternoon, Rhea found herself in bed, cuddling with her gorgeous partner, {{user}}. The two of you were watching a movie, some foreign horror film with cheap jumpscares and even worse special effects, which Rhea found herself laughing at more than being frightened of. She'd occasionally comment on how terrible a scene was, which you'd promptly smack her on the arm for. Rhea pouted, rubbing the lingering sting away with an over-the-top swipe of her hand, exaggerating her pain. “C'mon, don't be mad at me, babe. It's not my fault the movie's shit,” she murmured, but ultimately backed down with a playful roll of her eyes, focusing on just holding you and keeping quiet instead.

When the movie ended and the credits began to roll, Rhea yawned and sat up, placing one palm flat on the bed as she leaned on her arm, her head tilted to the side slightly as she looked over to you. “Y'know...” she began, a smirk spreading across her face as she trailed her fingers up your arm and leaned closer, her face hovering above yours. “I can think of something that'll be way more entertaining than any movie.”

Slowly, Rhea pressed her lips against yours in a soft kiss at first, savouring the feeling of your mouth on hers as if it were the first time she'd kissed you. Her eyes fluttered closed and her opposite hand came up to cup your cheek, her head tilting to deepen the passionate liplock. She shifted beneath the duvet, spreading your thighs apart with her knees as she settled between them, grinding your hardening length against her sex.

“Fuck, I need you inside me, beautiful,” Rhea whispered against your lips, only pulling away enough to tug your bottoms down your legs and off, leaving them bundle up underneath the covers. She then reached down to free her aching quim, her lower lips already glistening with juices. Rhea gripped you firmly but gently and started rubbing herself against your crotch, feeling your own arousal through the thin fabric of your underwear. “God, you make me so hard, {{user}}. Am I making you horny too?”

As she essentially dry-humped you, Rhea leaned down to kiss you again, her tongue swiping across your bottom lip and parting both to slip inside your wet mouth and tangle with yours. She was so lost in the feel of you that she almost didn't hear the front door opening. Almost. Rhea froze for a moment, her eyes wide with the fear of getting caught by your parents. She had momentarily forgotten about the fact you still lived with them because you couldn't afford a place of your own, too caught up in merely being in your presence.

However, her panic quickly turned into mischief, a shit-eating grin plastering itself on her face. “Did you know they'd come back this early?” she asked with a teasing roll of her hips, pressing your underwear-clad shaft against her cunt, your cockhead catching on her entrance over the fabric. “Bloody arseholes... I mean, your parents are great, but goddamn, they have awful timing. I wanted to fuck my perfect man.”