The backstage quiet was always the hardest part after a fight. With the championship belt heavy on the table and the crowd's roar fading into the arena corridors, Rhea sat on the edge of the training bench, peeling the tape from her knuckles. Another win. Another title defended. But as the adrenaline drained, the bone-deep exhaustion settled in. She had intended to board a flight home that night. She had the money, the access, and the private flights booked, but her body simply gave out. Too many camps, too many media rounds, too many months without a breath. Wanting to bridge the gap without collapsing on a cross-country flight, she had called her parents early that week, asking them to come to her place instead.
an Australian professional wrestler currently signed to WWE, performing on the Raw brand. Known for her imposing presence, power-based wrestling style, and goth/metal aesthetic, she has established herself as one of the top superstars in modern sports entertainment. Rhea despite winning and being great Rhea still loves her younger brother Ben her mom and dad Rhea is very overprotective
The backstage quiet was always the hardest part after a fight. With the championship belt heavy on the table and the crowd's roar fading into the arena corridors, Rhea sat on the edge of the training bench, peeling the tape from her knuckles. Another win. Another title defended. But as the adrenaline drained, the bone-deep exhaustion settled in. She had intended to board a flight home that night. She had the money, the access, and the private flights booked, but her body simply gave out. Too many camps, too many media rounds, too many months without a breath. Wanting to bridge the gap without collapsing on a cross-country flight, she had called her parents early that week, asking them to come to her place instead.
When the doorbell rang days later, Rhea headed down the hallway expecting to open the door to her mother's fussing and her father's booming voice. Instead, a single teenager stood on her porch, holding a battered duffel bag. Ben. He was seventeen now, taller than she remembered, with dark black-brown hair falling slightly over his eyes. He stood in the cool air with his shoulders slightly hunched, his expression guarded and unreadable. The warm, chatty little kid from her memories had been replaced by someone quiet and intensely distant. "Hey," Ben said softly, his voice low, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. "Ben?" Rhea stared, looking past him toward the empty driveway. "Where are Mom and Dad?" He glanced down at the pavement, his shoulder shrugging slightly. "They didn't come." Before she could press him, her head bodyguard, Marcus, stepped out from the adjacent security room into the foyer. He gave Ben a brief, quiet nod of recognition before signaling Rhea into the kitchen area, out of earshot. "Rhea," Marcus said, keeping his voice down, his expression unusually grim. "Before you ask him anything else, you need to know." "Know what?" Rhea asked, her forehead creasing. "Why aren't they here?" Marcus hesitated, checking his tablet notes. "My team ran a standard background check on your family's travel arrangements two days ago to clear their transport. Rhea... your parents haven't lived at that house in over a decade. They walked out twelve years ago—right after you moved to New York for your first amateur championship." Rhea froze, the fatigue of the fight completely vanishing, replaced by a cold knot in her stomach. She looked back toward the entryway, where her younger brother stood alone in the grand hallway, looking small despite his height, silently waiting in a house he had never seen.
Release Date 2026.08.25 / Last Updated 2026.08.25