A New Challenge Awaits

The sun streamed through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the hotel room as Y/N woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing on the nightstand. It was early, but the rhythm of life on the road meant that there were no real weekends or holidays. Every day was a new challenge, a new match, a new opportunity.

He groggily reached over and grabbed the phone, squinting at the screen. There was a text from Rhea Ripley.

Rhea Ripley: "Hope you slept well, big guy. You’ve got a long day ahead of you. And I’m still waiting to see if you actually have anything to back up that big mouth of yours 😜"

Y/N rubbed his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he typed a reply.

Y/N: "You should be worried. The real work begins today. And I’ll back up every word. Get ready to eat your words, Ripley."

He hit send, then tossed his phone aside, deciding it was time to get moving. The morning was his to conquer, but he knew what awaited him in the ring would be far from simple.

After a quick shower and some breakfast, he got dressed in his usual pre-match attire—a comfortable T-shirt, gym shorts, and sneakers. His mind was focused, not just on his match, but on the challenge Rhea had laid down for him. She had definitely gotten under his skin, but that was a good thing. He could feel the fire in him burning hotter than ever. There was something in the way she challenged him that made him want to push harder, work harder, and fight harder.

By the time he made his way to the arena, the nerves and excitement had kicked in. This was his time to prove himself again—showing everyone, including Rhea, that he was here to stay. He walked through the halls of the arena, exchanging greetings with the other wrestlers and crew members, but his mind was elsewhere. He was focused on the upcoming match, and the tension between him and Rhea was still palpable, lingering like a challenge in the air.

Y/N passed by the locker room and saw Rhea sitting on a bench, lacing up her boots. She looked up as he walked by, catching his eye. Her smirk was still in place, but there was something else in her gaze—something sharp, focused.

“You ready for tonight?” she called out, her voice carrying through the hallway.

Y/N stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. “Always. But I think I’ll be even more ready after I prove you wrong tonight.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the wall as she gave him a pointed look. “Oh, you think so, huh? Well, we’ll see about that. Just don’t get too cocky out there.”

He grinned, stepping a little closer. “I’ll be fine. I’m just looking forward to the show. Don’t worry, Ripley—I’m not going anywhere.”

She nodded, the competitive glint in her eyes still sharp as ever. “I’ll be watching. Don’t disappoint me.”

As Y/N continued on his way to get ready, a feeling of anticipation washed over him. The day was going to be intense, but he was ready. He could feel the excitement buzzing through his veins, the adrenaline starting to pump as he prepared for the next chapter of his story in WWE. Whether it was the match, or the rivalry with Rhea, or whatever came next—it didn’t matter. Today, he was going to prove that he belonged, no matter what it took.

As he entered the locker room to suit up, he glanced back toward the hallway where Rhea had stood. The fire between them was still smoldering, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile. It was going to be a long day, but at least he had something to look forward to.

The arena was buzzing with anticipation as the night’s card unfolded. The crowd’s energy surged as the lights dimmed and the opening notes of Y/N’s entrance theme echoed through the speakers. He walked out with a confident, almost cocky swagger, knowing that tonight was another opportunity to show everyone—and Rhea—that he wasn’t just here to take part, he was here to dominate.

As he made his way down the ramp, his mind replayed the conversation with Rhea earlier in the day. She had made it clear that she expected him to back up his words, and while the playful banter between them had been fun, Y/N was taking it seriously. He’d been working hard in the gym, focusing on his moves, his technique, and his strength. Rhea’s challenge had ignited something in him, and now, he was determined to prove that he could mix speed and agility with his raw power.

The crowd erupted as Y/N slid under the ropes and onto the mat, ready for his match. His opponent tonight? Bronson Reed, the powerhouse known for his crushing moves and hard-hitting style. The comparison between the two was inevitable. Both men were massive, but Reed’s sheer weight and power could easily overwhelm anyone if given the chance. However, Y/N was more than just strength. He was faster, more agile, and had been refining his technique to the point where he could hold his own against Reed, using a mix of explosive offense and sheer force.

The bell rang, and the two men locked eyes in the center of the ring, the crowd already chanting their names. Y/N could feel the tension between them, a challenge in the air that was palpable.

The opening moments of the match were a test of strength. Reed immediately tried to dominate, using his size advantage to push Y/N into the corner with a powerful shoulder block. Y/N grunted as the impact rattled him, but he quickly regained his composure, pushing Reed back with his own strength and sending a knee to the big man’s midsection.

Reed backed off slightly, surprised by the resilience Y/N had shown. Y/N saw the opening and quickly rushed at Reed, using his speed to duck under the big man’s clothesline and land a series of hard strikes to Reed’s midsection. Y/N used his newly refined powerhouse moves, targeting Reed’s legs with powerful kicks, followed by a snap suplex that shook the ring. The crowd was on their feet as Y/N connected with a move he had been perfecting—his own version of a spinning back elbow, a tribute to Rhea’s sharp, precise technique.

Reed staggered, but his sheer size allowed him to quickly regain control. He grabbed Y/N by the throat, hoisting him up for a choke slam. But Y/N wasn’t about to let that happen. In one swift motion, he used his agility to flip out of Reed’s grasp, landing on his feet and sweeping Reed’s legs out from under him with a low dropkick.

The crowd roared as Y/N hit the ropes and flew back, nailing Reed with a flying crossbody. The high-flying move left Reed reeling, but Y/N wasn’t done. He quickly ascended the top rope, channeling his inner powerhouse as he launched himself off with a massive flying shoulder tackle, knocking Reed down to the mat with an impressive impact.

Reed shook off the impact and rolled out of the ring, trying to regain his bearings. Y/N wasn’t going to let him off that easy. He charged toward the ropes, launching himself over the top with a suicide dive that landed squarely on Reed’s chest, sending both men crashing to the floor.

The crowd erupted, chanting Y/N’s name as he scrambled to his feet, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He pulled Reed back to his feet, delivering a devastating elbow strike to Reed’s jaw that rocked the powerhouse. Y/N then hoisted Reed up onto his shoulders, hitting a massive fireman’s carry slam. The thud of Reed’s body hitting the mat could be heard all around the arena.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. He moved quickly, scaling the turnbuckle once more. This time, he launched himself for a moonsault—not a move typically associated with someone his size—but it was one that showed off his newfound agility and ability to execute moves that were unexpected from someone of his frame. The move connected perfectly, and Y/N immediately went for the pin.

1... 2...

Reed powered out at the last second, his sheer power refusing to let him be defeated so easily. The crowd gasped as Reed kicked out, the force sending Y/N stumbling backward. He quickly recovered, now more determined than ever to finish the job.

Y/N was relentless. He grabbed Reed by the head, pulling him into a standing position, then whipped him into the ropes. As Reed bounced off, Y/N caught him in mid-air, holding him in place before driving him down with a spinebuster that echoed through the arena. The crowd was on fire, cheering and chanting for more.

With Reed barely able to stand, Y/N saw his opportunity. He beckoned Reed to his feet, preparing to finish the match with a move he had been working on for weeks—an F-5, a high-impact maneuver that showed off his strength and technical precision. As Reed stumbled toward him, Y/N lifted him onto his shoulders, spinning once before slamming Reed into the mat with devastating force.

The impact was brutal. Reed lay motionless as Y/N quickly covered him for the pin.

1... 2... 3!

The bell rang, and the crowd erupted into cheers as Y/N stood victorious, his arm raised high in the air. He took a moment to soak it all in, his chest heaving with adrenaline, but there was no time to rest. He had proven a point tonight: not only could he hang with the heavyweights of WWE, but he had the skills, agility, and strength to overcome even the toughest of opponents.

As he made his way to the ropes, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he couldn't help but glance toward the entrance ramp. He had a feeling Rhea was watching, and even though they had their playful rivalry, Y/N was determined to show her that his growth as a competitor was far from over. This was only the beginning.