𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆.𝔾. ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝔹𝕣𝕠

by Thirumalavan Kumaran 

As expected, Omos dominated the direction of the match at the start. Matt’s attempts at getting any offense in was easily countered, because once the taller man got a hold of him, the blonde was being flung across the ring like he was a stuffed animal, the Nigerian man ensuring that every square inch of his body was acquaintanced with each corner of the ring, as well as his gargantuan sized fists.

As Omos carried on his assault, he would scoop up Riddle’s battered body in a fireman’s carry, holding him there for several seconds, as he dangled high above the mat on his opponent’s shoulders.

In the short time that Omos wasn’t beating the living daylights out of Riddle, the smaller of the two was able to gain back some of his composure, getting a chance to strategize his next move. In one swift movement, he was able to swing his legs around, arms securing around the wide, solid neck that supported him in midair, as Riddle pulled Omos down headfirst to the ground, successfully executing a DDT reversal.

As the two men lie there disoriented on the canvas, a figure zoomed past in Riddle’s peripheral vision. Slowly rolling his head to the side, he saw that the figure belonged to AJ Styles, as he appeared to be helping Omos back to his feet. Then before he knew it, AJ was rushing over to Riddle’s side, his hands reaching down to grip him by his long hair, and aggressively pulling him back up to his feet.

In a flash, the blonde was being hauled between AJ’s legs, with Omos taking a step back to approvingly watch on. After using up his last bit of strength on driving his opponent’s head into the mat, Riddle was useless to fight back, prepared to take any punishments coming his way from the two men teaming upon him in his weakened position. The pressure being applied to his skull caused red spots to overtake his vision, and before AJ could pull him up into an apparent powerbomb, @twcbelts music filled the arena, accompanied by the deafening roar of the audience. Before Riddle could react, he was carelessly tossed into the corner by AJ, redirecting his attention on the vivacious lass that was emerging past the black curtain, as the incapacitated one of the bunch fell feebly onto his side, making effort to focus his dizzying eyesight long enough to discern what was going on around him.”

       fans  chat  her  name  ,  the  announcers  at  the  commentary  table  are  losing  their  minds  ,  for  not  even  they  had  seen  this  coming  .  she’s  quick  to  trot  down  the  aisle  ,  tendrils  of  fire  moving  with  her  as  she  hands  her  belts  to  a  trusted  ringside  bystander  before  running  into  the  ring  .  she  has  her  eyes  set  on  aj  ,  it  was  two  against  one  ,  not  a  fair  fight  .  and  for  riddle  ,  she  would  even  the  playing  field  .  fists  fly  ,  colliding  again  and  again  to  his  face  as  her  music  abruptly  ceases  .  

Despite how his vision continued to cut back and forth between being focused, then back to bleary, he could easily distinguish the vibrant, crimson tresses that belonged to the ‘Man’ herself, until they became closer and closer, to the point he could make out the apprehension that outlined her face, the thickness of her accent sounding soothing to his ears.

The sight of her expression awakened something inside of Riddle, not used to seeing that look in Becky’s eyes, maybe adrenaline perhaps? Whatever it was, it caused him to work through the sharp pain that radiated from his base of his skull, leaning up on his elbow, with his free hand coming up to cradle the area that pounded in protest to his movements.

He squinted up at Becky, the lights overwhelmingly brighter around her as they were now obscured under his semi-impaired vision. “Becky?…” Riddle rasped out, managing to push up into a full sitting position with his palm supporting him upright. “I-I think so, head got pretty sauced, but overall I’m OK,” he slowly climbed back up to his feet, leaning on the ropes to steady himself, sure to never take his eyes off of the lass that stood before him. He nodded his head, in an acknowledgment of Becky’s heroic efforts. “All thanks to you, of course.” A small smile pulled across the blonde’s lips, illuminating his flushed face. Riddle extended his other arm out to Becky, palm opened as he offered it to her in solidarity in the form of a handshake.

         she  ,  too  ,  had  faced  her  own  level  of  scrutiny  ,  unfair  treatment  ,  both  within  and  without  the  square  circle  .  she  hated  seeing  others  being  mistreated  like  that  ,  too  .  many  people  ,  including  announcers  ,  had  pointed  out  and  even  faulted  her  for  having  too  much  emotion  involved  .  she  ,  herself  ,  saw  it  as  an  asset  .  it  gave  her  passion  ,  drive  ,  and  the  will  to  keep  on  winning  .  

Even though Riddle had an established background in mixed martial arts and made his rounds in the indie circuit before joining the WWE, that just meant he had an even bigger target on his back. He was not only the newcomer, but he had extremely high expectations from his peers, having to go the extra mile to earn their respect. There was always something to prove in terms of his skill in the ring, and usually a ton of "potatoes" being thrown his way from his opponents to challenge his mixed martial arts experience. 

As Riddle stood against the ropes, hand extended, to which Becky promptly accepted, he felt the pain and mental anguish begin to ebb away.  Such a small gesture of kindness made quite the impact after enduring the sort of treatment he had gone through.  With a firm shake of the lass's hand, he observed the way she looked him over, the concern and attentiveness present in her eyes having a disarming effect on the weakened man.

Riddle only smiled in response to Becky, breathing still a bit labored from the mishandling of earlier, and mind not completely coherent yet. He watched as she stepped away, striding over to the ropes, before climbing onto them and striking a pose, holding the audience right in the palm of her hand. He was able to step away from the rope that held him upright, taking a few small steps forward until he was standing in the center of the ring, with some strength returning to his once feeble legs.  The 'Original Bro' pointed to the figure standing high above the thousands in attendance, hyping her on before joining in with the cheering audience, clapping his hands in Becky's direction. 

As she leaped down from the ropes and returned her focus to him, Riddle's blue eyes were seemingly filled with stars, looking on admiringly at the duel champion that appeared to brighten every room she entered with her larger-than-life presence alone. It was only natural for Riddle who was not only an up-and-coming talent in the business but was also just as big of a fan of the product he was a part of it. He couldn't help but get caught up in the magnetism that "the Man" radiated. 

With a wide, dopey smile spread across his face, all he could muster was a small shake of the head.  "I don't think so, should be able to make it backstage..." Riddle still had a lot of pressure spreading throughout his head, but since he was able to stand on his feet, that was enough for him to attempt to head to medical unaided.  It was less about pride than it was about not wanting to trouble Becky for any more than she had already done for him, literally rescuing him from two men that were hellbent on taking years off of his career that was just starting to take off. 

Riddle took a small step forward, reaching over and loosely wrapping his hand around Becky's smaller wrist, raising her arm in a proud display of victory for her gallant effort.  His excitement would be cut short when his fast movement of lifting Becky's arm sent a throbbing ache down his scalp, causing him to reach up with his other hand and cradle the area that was bothering him, doubling over. The elated expression on his face immediately screwed up in the discomfort he was feeling.  "Uh, actually might not be a bad idea to have you escort me backstage after all..." Riddle muttered, blinking up at Becky as he tried to hold his head up under the immense pressure coming down on his skull.

As expected, Omos dominated the direction of the match at the start. Matt’s attempts at getting any offense in was easily countered, because once the taller man got a hold of him, the blonde was being flung across the ring like he was a stuffed animal, the Nigerian man ensuring that every square inch of his body was acquaintanced with each corner of the ring, as well as his gargantuan sized fists.

As Omos carried on his assault, he would scoop up Riddle’s battered body in a fireman’s carry, holding him there for several seconds, as he dangled high above the mat on his opponent’s shoulders.

In the short time that Omos wasn’t beating the living daylights out of Riddle, the smaller of the two was able to gain back some of his composure, getting a chance to strategize his next move. In one swift movement, he was able to swing his legs around, arms securing around the wide, solid neck that supported him in midair, as Riddle pulled Omos down headfirst to the ground, successfully executing a DDT reversal.

As the two men lie there disoriented on the canvas, a figure zoomed past in Riddle’s peripheral vision. Slowly rolling his head to the side, he saw that the figure belonged to AJ Styles, as he appeared to be helping Omos back to his feet. Then before he knew it, AJ was rushing over to Riddle’s side, his hands reaching down to grip him by his long hair, and aggressively pulling him back up to his feet.

In a flash, the blonde was being hauled between AJ’s legs, with Omos taking a step back to approvingly watch on. After using up his last bit of strength on driving his opponent’s head into the mat, Riddle was useless to fight back, prepared to take any punishments coming his way from the two men teaming upon him in his weakened position. The pressure being applied to his skull caused red spots to overtake his vision, and before AJ could pull him up into an apparent powerbomb, @twcbelts music filled the arena, accompanied by the deafening roar of the audience. Before Riddle could react, he was carelessly tossed into the corner by AJ, redirecting his attention on the vivacious lass that was emerging past the black curtain, as the incapacitated one of the bunch fell feebly onto his side, making effort to focus his dizzying eyesight long enough to discern what was going on around him.”

       fans  chat  her  name  ,  the  announcers  at  the  commentary  table  are  losing  their  minds  ,  for  not  even  they  had  seen  this  coming  .  she’s  quick  to  trot  down  the  aisle  ,  tendrils  of  fire  moving  with  her  as  she  hands  her  belts  to  a  trusted  ringside  bystander  before  running  into  the  ring  .  she  has  her  eyes  set  on  aj  ,  it  was  two  against  one  ,  not  a  fair  fight  .  and  for  riddle  ,  she  would  even  the  playing  field  .  fists  fly  ,  colliding  again  and  again  to  his  face  as  her  music  abruptly  ceases  .  

Despite how his vision continued to cut back and forth between being focused, then back to bleary, he could easily distinguish the vibrant, crimson tresses that belonged to the 'Man' herself, until they became closer and closer, to the point he could make out the apprehension that outlined her face, the thickness of her accent sounding soothing to his ears.

The sight of her expression awakened something inside of Riddle, not used to seeing that look in Becky's eyes, maybe adrenaline perhaps? Whatever it was, it caused him to work through the sharp pain that radiated from his base of his skull, leaning up on his elbow, with his free hand coming up to cradle the area that pounded in protest to his movements.

He squinted up at Becky, the lights overwhelmingly brighter around her as they were now obscured under his semi-impaired vision. "Becky?. . ." Riddle rasped out, managing to push up into a full sitting position with his palm supporting him upright. "I-I think so, head got pretty sauced, but overall I'm OK," he slowly climbed back up to his feet, leaning on the ropes to steady himself, sure to never take his eyes off of the lass that stood before him. He nodded his head, in an acknowledgment of Becky's heroic efforts. "All thanks to you, of course." A small smile pulled across the blonde's lips, illuminating his flushed face. Riddle extended his other arm out to Becky, palm opened as he offered it to her in solidarity in the form of a handshake.

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