“Never in a million years did I think I’d leave Ronda freaking Rousey speechless! This is like da best day of me life righ now!” More than anything, Becky was trying to lighten the mood, because she could tell all of this was very awkward for the other woman, but for Becky, it was kind of natural, and she wasn’t phased by it one bit. “Listen, lets just not make a big deal out of it, yeah? Like, dis doesn’t ‘ave ta be dis whole thing where yer discoverin if yah like women or not, because maybe yah do, and maybe yah don’t. All I know is I find yah very attractive, and I think yer one hell of a woman, but at da same time, I’m not expectin fer yah to leap into me arms and we run off and ‘ave some romantic rendezvous, or whatever. Dat would actually be kind of weird, and I’d kick yer ass fer it. But honestly, don’t overthink it, okay? Let’s just be in da moment, and see what happens from here on out.”
Ronda nodded her head once the Irish woman finished her ramble. “Yeah. Of course. Work comes first before relationships anyways.” Not to say that was a motto she tried to live her life by, however, Ronda was one of those people who would get really invested in their work if it was something they were passionate about. “Now’s really not the time to talk about this anyways. We have a maybe-Wrestlemania match to get ready for. It needs to be perfect - especially if we’re the main event.” Ronda also knew she was maybe getting ahead of herself since so many people, including her, thought that the Baddest Woman would once again be going up against the Queen. Training didn’t hurt. Especially since a Ronda versus Becky match was impossible to avoid at this point. Ronda shook her arms and loosened her tense muscles. Was it obvious that kiss still weighed heavily on her mind? “Where were we?”
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