@thebaddestrousey
Hmm. So the cat was out of the bag. It was put out there the air finally cleared? Did it mean something, possibly? However, not denying something only meant it could be the truth right? Again. Possibly. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had said that to her, oh no. Not at all. Through numerous fights and her stint in WWE. Yeah, sure it was said. Countless times the blonde heard it all before but only this time it was acknowledged and not thrown under the bus because of some horny teenage kid or some extremely over-exaggerated perverted adult. A bit of chuckle left the blonde's lips, etching the corners of her mouth into a slight grin, crossing her arms over her chest it was quite really interesting. “Is that a challenge or is it pure truth? So I take it now, you’re going to admit it, and be honest with me, that’s very interesting.”
Punk was always an outspoken individual who had no shame in telling people how he really felt. Ronda was no exception despite being the Baddest Woman on the Planet. Some people might have been scared of her badass presence but not Punk. She was a beautiful woman, to begin with, and that attitude only made him be that much more attracted to her. “It’s a little bit of both, I suppose. I wanna fuck you, have for a while now, and I wanna see just how bad you are.” The Chicagoan had his arms crossed over his chests as his olive orbs glanced at Ronda now. Pearly white teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he smirked at her. It’s almost like Punk was mimicking her actions. Or maybe it was just a coincidence. Either way, he stood with confidence in front of her. “What do you say, Rousey? One night, and if you wanna come back for more than my door’s open.”