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The lights were blinding as Syrah stepped out into the arena, their walk out (Fletchers girls, girls, girls) music pulsating through the speakers. They were the new kid on the block, a rookie wrestler with a spark in their eye and a whole lot of attitude. As they made their way to the ring, they couldn't help but notice the crowd and announcers surrounding the ring. One person in particular caught their eye - Rhea Ripley, the dominant force in the women's division.
Rhea was known for her toughness, her no-nonsense attitude, and her ability to take down anyone who dared to step into the ring with her. But Syrah wasn't intimidated. In fact, they were intrigued. They had heard the rumors about Rhea's rough exterior and her soft center, and they were determined to get under her skin.
As Syrah began to circle the ring, their eyes locked onto Rhea, who was watching them from the announcing booth. Syrah flashed her a sly smile, and Rhea raised an eyebrow. What was this rookie thinking, trying to get a rise out of her?
The match began, and Syrah took on Dakota Kai with a ferocity that left the crowd gasping. They were a natural, with moves that were both precise and powerful. But every time they caught Rhea's eye, they would bite their lip or flash her a seductive smile. Rhea was taken aback - no one let alone a rookie had ever tried to openly flirt with her like that before.
At first, Rhea tried to brush it off, focusing on the match at hand. But Syrah's antics were relentless, and soon Rhea found herself getting more and more agitated. She began to make mistakes, in her commentary with Michael Cole her usual precision and control wavering as she struggled to keep her eyes off Syrah.
As the match came to a close, Syrah emerged victorious, pinning their opponent to the mat and claiming the win. Rhea was left standing, her face a mask of frustration and confusion. She had never been flirted with like that before, and she didn't know how to react.
As Syrah stood over their opponent, their arms raised in triumph, they caught Rhea's eye and blew her a kiss. Rhea's face twisted in anger, but Syrah just grinned, their eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You're a tough one to crack, Rhea," Syrah said, their voice low and husky. "But I'm up for the challenge."
Rhea's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with emotions. She was angry, but she was also... intrigued. No one had ever made her feel like this before, and she didn't know how to process it.
As Syrah walked away from the ring, they threw Rhea a glance over their shoulder, their smile still plastered on their face. Rhea watched them go, her heart pounding in her chest. She was off kilter, her usual confidence shaken by Syrah's flirtations.
And as Syrah disappeared into the locker room, Rhea was left standing alone, her mind reeling with questions. What did Syrah want from her? And why did she feel so drawn to them?
The tension between them was palpable, and it was far from resolved. In fact, it was only just beginning. Rhea's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched in determination. She would not be swayed by Syrah's charms. But as she turned to walk away, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was already in over her head.