Tchh

WWE starts.

Loud, intense, like always…

but this time,

it’s just US laughing.

we PUSH, we PULL,

you fake a stumble.

“Hey! That was REAL,” you say.

“Sure,” I grin, “VERY convincing.”

I laugh so hard

my stomach hurts.

“STOP—stoppp,” you say, laughing too,

“you’re cheating with that SMILE.”

“you’re just WEAK.” I say,

“OOOHHh really?”

you raise a brow,

“or I’m being generous?”

I take my chance,

put all my “power” in

and suddenly,

you’re DOWN

on the soft feather floor.

“I WIN,” I say,

trying to sound serious.

You groan dramatically,

hand on your chest

“OoOof… pretty woman got POWERS.”

I scoff,

“hAHa, yeah… you better check oUT.”

“Rematch?” you smirk.

“WHY?” I cross my arms,

“so I can WIN again?”

You laugh,

“NoOo… so I can LOSE properly this time.”

I pause then grin,

“KeeP DreaminG.”