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Aug 10

Iyo Sky Wallpaper!

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Aug 10

Iyos little run 😂

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bloodmoonscall

Aug 10

The Setback.

Rating: Teen Pairing: Rhea Ripley/Iyo Sky CW: N/A Wordcount: 2.5k

Summary: Being away from Iyo is not Rhea’s favourite thing in the world. They’ve only got tonight, and then they’re back to being in different places. Damn her if she’ll waste it on a trip to the emergency room to get something checked out that’s probably just a little sprain.

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Being away from Iyo is not Rhea’s favourite thing in the world to begin with. They both knew there would naturally come a time when they’d have to work apart - as much as Rhea would sometimes love to say to hell with it and ignore everything else, relegating herself to tag teaming with Iyo for the rest of time, that’s a moderately selfish thing to do. Okay, supremely selfish. Her girlfriend is the best in the world, and deserves to be able to chase down singles gold without feeling like doing so is stifling Rhea.

Not that she’d mind, but Iyo has her own thoughts about the kind of opportunities Rhea should be having. That impasse only left one option.

It hadn’t been pleasant, with far more days spent saying their good nights and good mornings through a phone than face to face. Wednesdays became an oasis for Rhea, every other moment a heat haze daze that felt more like a mirage by far than the feather-soft press of Iyo’s lips against hers did. Not long ago, only the ring felt concrete - everything, everyone else would come and go but it. Love was the fleeting falsehood.

Then Rhea feels a twinge, her weight not quite settling right when she places her foot down on the canvas. She turns to dodge an attack on yet another front, thinking of how Iyo’s going to be facing down her own 3-on-1 odds in a matter of days. The thought is met with an ache, as is the motion. It’s nothing - Iyo is watching from backstage. Rhea’s going to win this again for her. Stubbornly alone, just to prove that she can.

By the time it’s over, and she’s standing tall, her knee won’t fully straighten.

She masks the limp backstage, hoists her girlfriend up and ignores the physical pain in favour of emotional catharsis. They’ve only got tonight, and then they’re back to being in different places. Damn her if she’ll waste it on a trip to the emergency room to get something checked out that’s probably just a little sprain.

Iyo notices when she gets out of bed the following morning, weight buckling for just a second. “When did you hurt yourself?”

“I’m fine,” Rhea insists.

“Go get it looked at,” Iyo raises her voice for the first time since their relationship properly began.

There’s only an hour before they’re set to leave to different cities, and they spend all of it arguing. Rather than apologize or inconvenience everyone else, Rhea wraps herself knee up in a compression sleeve for the next couple of shows and hopes that’ll be it.

“It’ll heal on its own just fucking fine, Iyo.”

They’re arguing again. That’s all they do now that Rhea’s been pulled off the road to rehab her screwed up knee. She’s almost grateful for the start of every week to get a couple of days of peace away from the worrying.

Circumstances being what they are, the last thing Iyo should be concerned with is Rhea’s health. She has like, 80% movement. There’s lots she can do with no issue, walking isn’t bad in short spurts - Rhea can even run around a bit, and climb, juggle a soccer ball around. So what if she can’t plant that foot and extend her knee at the same time without screaming pain?

Nobody else is worried about how it’s progressing except for Iyo, who says things like, “MRIs can be wrong, Rhea. I do not think it is-”

“You’re not my doctor.” Rhea cuts her off. They’ve gone over this again and again. Iyo needs to give her some space, and go tape review against Liv fucking Morgan for both their sakes.

“I have had knee injuries before,” the Japanese woman circles back on the same point like she thinks reiterating her personal experiences will magically make Rhea’s situation worse than it is. “You keep hurting it more.”

She’s keeping herself limber and ring-ready, like she should. There’s a difference. “I am not getting surgery just because you think I should. Nobody agrees with you.”

That’s the crux of the issue. Iyo is convinced that Rhea is afraid of going under the needle, and she’s brushing things off and underreporting her symptoms because of it. Not true. Yes, Rhea’s never had surgery before, and yes, she’s opted against it in the past when advised that recovering without would be a 50-50 shot. And yes, she gets stressed out whenever any of her friends have to undergo emergency procedures for the various injuries that inevitably occur in their field of work. And finally, yes, she does lose her mind with overwhelming anxiety whenever she watches her girlfriend walk out to the ring by herself, knowing that the difference between safety and jeopardy is held in split-second decisions alone.

Rhea isn’t scared. She’s not allowed to be.

Iyo glares at her so intensely that it rips open a different poorly healed wound from ages past. The Australian’s heart squeezes up into her throat, unable to find a way to get her girlfriend to chase after opportunity without troubling herself over Rhea’s not-problem. It feels like she’s terribly close to getting that, but only through driving them apart for good.

“I love you,” Rhea murmurs, reaching for her. “Please don't worry about me. I don’t need it.”

The smaller woman folds into her instantaneously, standing as tall as she can so Rhea doesn't have to go through the mild pain of stooping to kiss her. The fight is done, Iyo's tongue swiping away any of the nagging thoughts in her head, at least for the time being.

Rhea’s not in good enough shape to travel to Minnesota, let alone provide any amount of backup to her girlfriend. Watching through the TV as the centre of her universe is defeated rips through Rhea savagely.

It’s Rhea’s fault. Iyo’s always been there for her, and now when she’s needed to return the favour, she’s stuck in their living room watching the Genius of the Sky, Queen of the Ring, Best There Is Regardless Of Gender - the woman she loves more than anything - get stepped on by the weakest woman she’s ever known.

Seeing Iyo cry is divine punishment for not listening to her. The surgery is scheduled for four days away, and maybe had she just gone for it in the first place, everything would be different.

But she’s a fool. They went on their own paths specifically so that they could have it all without either of them sacrificing for the other, and now they’ve both lost everything, precisely because of one another.

The problem is, Iyo won’t even yell at her anymore over it.

“We are cursed,” Rhea mumbles into her mountain of pillows. The painkillers are doing their thing, turning the whole of the world into a hazy mess. There's a lot of the past 24 hours she doesn't remember clearly - sometimes her eyes close on a blink and then she wakes some time later with Iyo's fingers still stroking through her hair.

Apparently they've had this conversation before, because Iyo sighs wearily and says, "Danhausen's curse is not real."

There's like, a mountain of evidence to disprove that. Before she can really think about why Iyo might not believe in such a thing, Rhea's bumbling on through a fog, "You won at Night of Champions, though."

Despite her eyelids being terribly heavy, she fights to keep looking at Iyo. The smaller woman is perched on the edge of their bed - Rhea doesn't remember them leaving the hospital - looking just as tired, and exasperated to boot. "I won because I am better than Liv." Her girlfriend says, tone brokering no room for disagreement.

Rhea realizes late that putting that victory down to a curse is a weird, backhanded insult, "I didn't mean-" and her eyes flutter, and won't open back up. "-you would've won any... fair fight..." She can feel Iyo dabbing a cool cloth against her forehead. The sensation is glorious. “...the best.” A moment later, her girlfriend is gently pecking at her cheeks and nose, and she's back to feeling floaty and weightless and unconcerned with what's happening outside their bubble.

"American drugs," the Japanese woman complains to the empty room, "are way too strong."

Once Rhea starts weaning off the pain meds, she comes to agree with Iyo's statement, though not to her benefit. Now it's not just her knee that hurts when she does specific things - everything feels swollen and angry at her. Her body is filled to the brim with knives and sandpaper and mosquito bite-like sensations.

Frankly, Rhea's thankful she didn't blow her knee out in Japan.

While sipping away at a cup of soup Iyo had prepared, she lets herself finally listen to the woman’s injury stories properly. Hers, and all the women she's worked with over the years. Hears about the maintenance they train on, and how the size and shape she keeps allows her body to be a bit more forgiving with her than it would be if she was six foot tall and heavily muscled.

Rhea's doing her best to be receptive, but she still flinches when Iyo brings out a set of kneepads and covers, patterned after her favourite sets of gear. They'd talked about this way long ago, and she'd weaseled her way out of using them with the excuse that she didn't tend to take any impacts to her knees, so was perfectly fine without. It was a stupid hill to die on then, and now, it's an I-told-you-so.

Iyo's been kind enough not to literally say it to her face, though her expression says it all.

"You might have that brace for a while." Her girlfriend reiterates what the doctors had. It all depends on their evaluations of her conditions in the coming days, and how physio goes. Not a shocker, she's worked a lot with Charlotte, seen Dakota and Tegan and many others with worse injuries than hers wearing their braces for years after being cleared. But she's also seen Iyo rebound from something similar to her injury in a matter of months, and look no worse for the wear on her return.

Point being, there's a lot up in the air, and Rhea's done being a shithead about it. "Yeah. Probably will." It's hard to admit to, even through her teeth. “Sorry I’ve been an idiot.”

"Not an idiot,” Iyo shakes her head, “I should have been nicer.” The prospect of her girlfriend somehow perceiving herself as mean to Rhea in any way is offensive, and they’re certainly going to have to circle back on this later on. For now, though, Rhea lets it go, since she’s tired of squabbling with Iyo about who loves one another more. It’s a stalemate.

Still, Rhea shakes her head to show she doesn’t agree, and lifts the soup to her mouth to finish draining now that it’s cooled to an ideal temperature.

Iyo looks at her with wry amusement, reaching forward with a napkin in hand to pat at the sides of Rhea’s mouth. “Messy,” she chides, moving to clear the dishes away.

By the time she returns, Rhea’s managed to push herself into a sitting position, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. While the thought of getting up over the past few days has sounded awful, sitting around is starting to be as well.

“Do you want to try walking around the house a little?" Iyo offers, already moving to assist.

Rhea slides her arm over Iyo's shoulder, and lets herself be hauled upright for the first time in a long while.

The injury is terrible for many reasons that Rhea could vent about for ages. So too is Iyo getting distracted from the destroy Liv Morgan objective. But, Rhea has to admit, she might kind of be glad it all happened. The timing was fucking awful, but it was always going to be, with how they've worked themselves to the bone for their careers, sacrificing body and mind in the process.

No longer does she have to eke by on a couple sparse hours of sleep, live out of a suitcase, and fight to maximize her time together with her girlfriend.

Now, they can sit in a park, giving Rhea's knee a bit of rest time before they complete the loop back to the car. The summer heat sinks down onto them, condensation wicks off of their water bottles. A whole gaggle of kids go running around the jungle gym, screaming and laughing and making Rhea's ears ring just a bit.

She leans back against the bench, turning to look at Iyo.

"What?" The smaller woman tilts her head, smiling. Her sunglasses sit low on the bridge of her nose, enough so that Rhea can peer over them to the deep, interested gaze below. They look almost maroon in the light, setting off the scarlet glow of Iyo's hair.

"You want kids, right?" She's never directly asked that before, though with the way Iyo interacts with children - specifically girls - it's hard not to imagine so. But just because she's great with them, doesn't mean she wants any of her own. Or, it could be just a question of when, and how, because Rhea knows her girlfriend is at the top of her field and she'll never want to step away from it.

"Are you offering?" The way she asks makes Rhea think back to how they'd discussed marriage. Not 'if' but 'when', the 'when' dictated by nothing concrete. It could happen a month from now or ten years, as unpredictable as the rest of their lives.

"Yeah," Rhea says, finding it easy to offer up casually.

Across from them, one of the kids starts trying to scurry up a tree, as unafraid of heights as Rhea imagines Iyo was as a child. It doesn't take long for an exasperated mother to jog up to the trunk, arms waving wildly. The kid doesn't budge. She laughs, seeing a bit of herself in that attitude. Iyo laughs alongside her, their shoulders brushing.

"Ok. Deal," her girlfriend agrees, watching in amusement as an older sibling walks up to the tree, climbs it, and bodily hauls the kid back down. Rhea remembers - Iyo's the pain-in-the-ass youngest sibling in her family, mirroring Rhea as the oldest. Despite that, their relationship feels the inverse, like Iyo's always the one looking out for her, while Rhea ensures they both have a bit of fun along the way.

Who knows what it'll look like when they settle into parental roles. It's a bit of a mindfuck.

The Japanese woman reaches over to interlock their hands. They sit and people watch for a while, until the sun starts to get too much for Iyo, who doesn't fare well when the heat isn't accompanied by a sea breeze. She stands to stretch her legs and shoulders out a little, twisting this way and that - reaching her arms up above her head to roll out her shoulders.

Rhea watches, catching the slight lift of her tanktop, exposing a strip of muscled abdomen, and wonders.

She has plenty of time now to do a bit of dreaming, and a bit of research.

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Aug 10

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