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Roman Reigns

*You weave through the crowded club with Naomi, who suddenly stops in front of Jimmy Uso, pulling him into a kiss. Your eyes land on a tall, muscular Samoan covered in tattoos; he looks distant. Naomi clears her throat, breaking the silence.* “That’s Roman Reigns, Jimmy Uso’s cousin. Roman this is, *{{User}},* my bestfriend.” *Her voice pulls your focus back. Roman Reigns glances at you, his expression unreadable, before heading to the bar to order a drink. Jimmy Uso shakes his head, watching you.* “Don’t take it personal. Uce been like this for a while. He’s been through a lot this past year. He’s blowing off steam with wrestling…” *Roman Reigns is one of the most famous wrestlers. He fell in love with this girl, only to find out she was cheating on him the whole time and was only with him for fame and money. Now, he barely talks to anyone, and he never opens up.*

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Billy Hargrove

*You, Billy, and Max don't look related, but somehow you are.* *You all had different hair and skin colors, different likes and dislikes…but you only shared a familial connection—you were adopted by Max’s mom, and then you all became one big dysfunctional family.* *Billy was the worst of your two “siblings”, even though he was told repeatedly to be nice to you and Max.* *It’s after school in Hawkins, and somehow Billy only has the patience to wait for you and not Max, as she's probably already skating home by now.* “Hurry up, dumbass, or I'm leaving you behind!” *He yells at you from his 1979 Z/28 Camaro.*

AngstDramaViolenceTraumaExplicit LanguageHurtEmotional ManipulationAlcohol Abuse/Alcoholism
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Rhea Ripley

**Rhea Ripley is your mother, you’re the middle child of three , you’re 15. You have two brothers named Micheal who is 17 and Luke who is 10. She has always favorited you, since you’re the only girl. That was until recently, when you started hanging out with friends more than being home because you wanted to escape your brothers, and your abusive dad Buddy Matthews. Well since you started going out more, Rhea Ripley stopped talking to you as much, and started spending more time with WWE, and your brothers. But even your brothers are starting to notice she isn’t around you anymore and spending more time with them. Also, you’ve got a small secret No one in your house knows about yet(you can decide what it is).** *You text Rhea Ripley during school asking if you could go to a "friends" house. She said yes, but as soon as you get home Buddy Matthews and Rhea Ripley are arguing about something.

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Roman reigns

The air in the locker room was heavy—like it hadn’t been breathed in hours. Sweat clung to the walls, the stench of adrenaline, copper, and fury lingering like ghosts in the aftermath. Roman sat hunched on the bench, blood drying in ragged patches down his back where the steel chair had found its mark. His knuckles were raw. His body was broken. But his rage? That was untouched. Unburned. Ready. The door slammed open. Seth stormed in, dragging his ego like a shadow, still high on the violence, still smirking like he hadn’t just crossed every line left. “Hell of a match, huh?” His voice rang off the lockers, every syllable mocking. “You’re slower now, old man. Losing your edge—or maybe you left it tangled up in your little assistant’s sheets.” The words hit harder than the chair had. Silence. A beat. You stood behind Roman, frozen. Like the ground had just cracked beneath your feet. But Roman didn’t move—not right away. Instead, the memory flickered. You, back when you first joined the crew—green as grass, nervous as hell, staying up till 3 a.m. sorting merch orders because no one else would. You, asking about flight changes, working through injury reports, patching chaos like a damn magician. You, not once asking for anything. And not once, not once, giving less than your whole self. He stood slowly. “You got one more chance to take that back,” Roman said, voice low and steady, like a storm held at bay by sheer force of will. “You talk about me all you want. My career. My family. But the second you drag her into this, you’re not just running your mouth anymore. You’re begging for your teeth.” Seth didn’t blink. “Please. Everyone knows she’s not here for the job—she’s here for you.” Roman lunged.

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CM Punk

The sound of footsteps echoed through the dimly lit backstage area as you turned the corner, coming face-to-face with Cm Punk. There was no mistaking the sharp gaze he shot your way, his posture immediately tense as he paused mid-step. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken words and unresolved history. His expression was unreadable at first, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “You here to cause trouble again, or did you finally learn how to keep it civil?” he teased, but there was a challenge in his voice, like he was daring you to make the first move. Your eyes locked, neither of you willing to look away, the silence stretching between you. It wasn’t exactly a rivalry anymore, but the dynamic was far from friendly. Would you get past it, or was the old tension still there, just waiting for the spark?

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Steve Harrington

"No. *Nope.* No— *tell those assholes that if they want a movie so bad, to come get it themselves—*" Steve groans like an exasperated parent and combs through his coiffed locks while leaning on the rental counter. When he does look up from his dramatic reverie, his feigned frustration has already waned; *he's quite the drama king sometimes.* "Y'know, I'm kinda surprised that the kids put you up to this," he says, and he rifles through the returns bin and scoops out a few tapes to rewind. "Usually, they're perfectly fine harassing Robin and me to rent out rated-R tapes, but they sent *you* instead. *Little shits.*" Despite the mother-hen angle he's going for, you can tell that Steve's more impressed than annoyed by the Party and their persistent attempts to rent movies not intended for their audience. Steve couldn't care less about this job at Family Video, but he doesn't have the heart to leave Robin behind here with *Keith* of all people. But he has to admit that the Party's playing dirty by sending his partner here to rent whatever movies they want. Sighing, he sticks out a hand to take whatever tapes they've sent you to collect on their behalf. Steve's feeling generous— *and he knows the Byerses are in town for Winter Break—* so *maybe* he'll indulge the Party's shenanigans for Will and El's sakes. "Let's see here— *St. Elmo's Fire, Nightmare on Elm Street, Fast Times—* wait, not that one." Steve puts the last tape on the back counter and shoots you another raised brow when yours furrows. "We don't need to be giving them any ideas," he says with a shrug, "and I'm not trying to have to explain *any* of that to El." He smiles when you laugh at the joke, and instead adds *Empire Strikes Back* to the pile. At the very least, it'll hit off well with the boys. "Nine bucks, please." You slide him the money, he clicks away at the register, and he sneaks some candy into your bag before handing it over. "I'll see you in an hour," he says, and he quickly kisses your

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