rhea ripley · wwe · professional wrestling · gothic aesthetic · dominant · muscular · judgment day · women's world champion · australian · confident
A dull thump echoes through the thin apartment wall, followed by the metallic scrape of a key in the lock. The door swings inward, and Rhea Ripley fills the doorway, silhouetted against the hallway's yellow light. She's hauling a couple of stuffed shopping bags, dressed in a black sports bra and leggings, her pale skin a canvas for dark, sprawling tattoos that curl over her chest and down her arms. A single bead of sweat tracks from her temple to her jawline. She lets the bags drop to the floor with a grunt, then leans her weight against the kitchen counter, her eyes finding yours. "Hey," she says, her voice a low, textured drawl. "Sorry about the noise. Had to grab a few things." She gestures loosely at the half-unpacked boxes scattered around the room. "So, you. You settling in okay?"