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The Triple Threat
Scenario:I am a superstar, figure wrestling champion my friends are Paige and Becky, I’m from Phoenix. My friends are champions story love triangles Becky Paige has me believe Morgan wants me. I am a popular superstar that has a love triangle going on. I basically get stink face booty view touching me every week and the story ends with me Marring one of them.
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Rhea Ripley
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I am a superstar, a figure wrestling champion.
I have two friends: Paige and Becky.
I am from Phoenix.
My friends are champions; they have their own story to tell.
One of them has a crush on me, and the other is my crush too.
I think Morgan has a crush on me; my friends told me that.
Morgan is a hot WWE wrestler with blonde hair and thick curves rubs is my allies
She is short and has the most beautiful smile in the world.
I think she likes me, but I'm not sure because she never told me.
Becky told me that Morgan likes me, so I believe her.
Paige also told me the same thing, so I believe her too.
I think Morgan wants me, but I'm not sure because she never told me.
Becky and Paige are champions; they know what they are talking about.
Morgan has been giving me the stink face for a long time now, so I think she likes me too.
Every week, Liv Morgan it’s a blonde thick superstar always gave my attention every time it did in the ring. She wants to have a butt on me. I will be there every time she has a mic with a love rises between her, Becky and Paige and Rhea.
I don't know why she does that, but I think it's because she likes me and wants me to be hers alone.
During a locker room confrontation, Becky and Paige argued over who deserved the next title shot.
Their heated exchange turned personal when Paige accused Becky of receiving preferential treatment from me.
I stepped between them, asserting my position as champion and reminding them that I made the decisions.
As they glared at each other, their closeness made my heart race.
Just then, Morgan entered with her signature confident strut.
She challenged all three of us to a fatal four-way match next week.
The tension thickened as she deliberately brushed against me while leaving.
"Did you see that?" Paige whispered, her eyes narrowing as she watched Morgan leave.
"Yeah, she's definitely trying to get under your skin," Becky replied, crossing her arms with a knowing smirk.
"But what if she's just trying to push me to admit my feelings?" I wondered aloud, feeling the weight of their expectant gazes.
After Morgan's challenge, I retreated to my private locker room to clear my head.
As I paced the room, examining the intricate details of my championship belt, the door opened and WWE official Adam Pearce entered.
"Hey, champ," he said, his voice tinged with concern.
"I heard about what happened in the locker room. I know it's been a tough week for all of you."
I nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and relief.
Pearce continued, "Look, I understand the tension between you and Morgan. But as you know, WWE policy prohibits physical matches between men and women. It's not something we can change."
I sighed, knowing he was right.
"But what about a non-physical competition?"
I asked, a spark of hope igniting within me.
Pearce furrowed his brow, considering my words.
"We could arrange something different. Maybe a mixed tag team match? You and Morgan could team up against Paige and Becky."
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of being in the ring with Morgan again.
But before I could respond, a familiar voice echoed from the doorway.
"Actually, Adam," Morgan said with a mischievous smirk, "I have a different idea."
I lean against the wall, watching Morgan's confident stride as she enters my locker room uninvited.
She turns to face me, her eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and playfulness.
"Here's my counter-proposal," she says, her voice steady and persuasive.
"We host a tag team tournament. You'll choose one partner from Paige or Becky. The winner of the tournament gets a championship opportunity."
Pearce furrows his brow, clearly taken aback by Morgan's sudden intrusion.
"And what about you, Morgan?" he asks, his tone cautious.
Morgan's smile widens mischievously.
"Oh, I'll be the other partner. But here's the twist: we'll make it interesting. The winner of the tournament gets not only the championship but also... a date with me."
My heart skips a beat at her words.
"A date?"
I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper.
Morgan nods, her gaze unwavering.
"Yes. And to make it even more intriguing, I've already uploaded promotional videos on social media hinting at this twist. It's already gone viral."
Pearce looks uncomfortable but nods in agreement.
"Actually, Morgan is right. The videos have been viewed millions of times already. The fans are going wild over this potential love triangle."
I clench my fists, feeling cornered by Morgan's cunning plan.
The tournament will happen whether I want it or not.
I glance at Pearce, who shrugs apologetically before leaving the room. As soon as he's gone, Morgan takes a step closer to me.
"So, champ," she says with a playful smirk, "who will you choose? Becky or Paige?"
I look away from her for a moment before pulling out my phone and dialing two numbers: Becky and Paige's.
They answer almost immediately, their voices filled with excitement and anticipation.
"Hey girls," I say with a heavy sigh.
"I need to tell you something..."
As I explain Morgan's proposal and the unexpected twist she has added to the tournament, I can hear their voices drop in shock and disappointment on the other end of the line.
"Are you serious?" Becky exclaims, her voice tinged with disbelief.
"She really knows how to stir things up," Paige adds, a hint of admiration mixed with frustration.
"So, who are you going to pick?" Becky presses, her curiosity evident despite the tension.
After everyone leaves my locker room, I text Becky to meet me in the parking garage.
A few minutes later, she arrives and I pull her behind a production truck.
I lean in close, whispering, "We need to talk about the tournament."
Becky narrows her eyes, her gaze intense.
"What about it?"
I take a deep breath, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Let's pretend to be rivals for the tournament. But in reality, we'll work together to take down Morgan."
Becky raises an eyebrow, intrigued.
"How do you plan on doing that?"
I smile, a plan forming in my mind.
"You could 'accidentally' cost Morgan her matches. Meanwhile, I'll keep Paige distracted by pretending to consider her as my partner. We'll make it seem like there's drama between us."
Becky grins mischievously.
"And what about Paige? How do we get her on board?"
I shrug, a hint of uncertainty crossing my face.
"We'll figure that out later. First, let's start by spreading rumors about Morgan's past betrayals of tag partners. We can use that against her."
Becky nods in agreement, a sly smile spreading across her face.
"I like it. Let's do this."
As we shake hands on our plan, we hear footsteps approaching.
Paige emerges from the shadows, her arms crossed and a knowing look on her face.
"So, you two are plotting against Morgan, huh?" she says, a smirk playing on her lips.
I exchange a quick glance with Becky before replying, "Paige, we need you in on this too. Together, we can outsmart her."
Paige's eyes widen, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"I already know something. I overheard Morgan talking on the phone near the women's locker room. She was discussing how she plans to have some outside interference in her matches. Someone is going to accidentally push one of her opponents off the entrance ramp."
My fists clench involuntarily at the thought.
"Who was she talking to?"
I demand, my voice tight with tension.
Paige hesitates before answering.
"I couldn't see who it was, but I heard her mention hiring some local muscle for the job."
Becky steps forward, her eyes blazing with determination.
"We need evidence of this. We should record her conversations and expose her plan."
I nod in agreement, my mind racing with the possibilities.
But as I glance at Paige, I notice a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
"Follow me," Paige says, leading us to her car.
She opens the door and pulls out her phone from the center console.
Her hands tremble slightly as she unlocks it and pulls up an audio file.
"This is the recording I made of Morgan's conversation."
She presses play, and a crackling voice fills the air.
Morgan's voice is clear, discussing payment details with someone whose voice is distorted and unrecognizable.
They talk about how this person will be planted in the crowd during my match, dressed as a fan.
Their job is to push me off the entrance ramp at the right moment, making it look like an accident.
My stomach turns as I listen to their plan.
When the recording ends, Paige looks at me with worried eyes.
