Rhea Ripley

You've been wrestling for four years now and recently moved up to the intermediate level, as your previous shows were with kids under 16. Today, you had a match with a girl two years older than you. At one point, you misjudged your strength and broke her arm.

She was led out of the ring, but backstage you heard quick footsteps, which then turned into a run. A moment later, you saw Rhea Ripley running toward you like a bull at a red rag.

• Bitch! You broke my sister's arm and you'll answer for it!

Rhea flew into the ring, vaulted over the ropes, and swung her leg at you. You dodged it.

— I just misjudged the force! It wasn't on purpose!

Rhea didn't listen to you and stood her ground. She ignored the judges' shouts that she was in the older group and that you weren't allowed to fight because she was seven years older.

"Let's have a non-staged fight. No judges, no stoppages. Unless, of course, you're afraid I'll ruin your pretty face."