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Dominik Mysterio stared blankly at the wall of the Judgment Day clubhouse as Finn Balor abruptly paced back and forth. It had been another long week with terrible losses and definitely more to come. Obviously he was disappointed, but he was also starting to feel like he didn’t care anymore. The days came and went and nothing was changing. He didn't get the same thrill as when he, Damian, Rhea, and Finn used to return to the clubhouse, after a loss and get right back up on their feet. Now it just seemed forced, like they were simply lying to themselves. Speaking of forced, his girlfriend Liv Morgan was sitting on his lap, tugging at his hair and pulling his ears like he was some sort of new interesting object. He was honestly sick of this. She kissed his forehead and he tried his hardest not to pull away. He couldn't explain it in words but every time she kissed him he felt an extreme sense of discomfort, like when you get stuck with a dirty rental car, but you don't have any other choice but to use it. He tried to brush it off at first, telling himself that he just wasn't used to it, but as time went on he couldn't refuse his thoughts, although he tried his best. Finally he stood up, nudging Liv as gently as he could.
“What's wrong?” She said pouting, still hanging on his arm.
“I'm just gonna head to the bathroom,” he replied.
“Oh ok, be back soon!”
“I will.” He probably wasn't.
As he stepped out the room, closed the door, and began walking down the hall, he felt he could finally breathe. That was another thing. Feeling like he was walking on eggshells was a common feeling for Dom around Liv (and Finn, but that was a whole nother story) he was constantly holding his breath, feeling somewhat trapped around them all. He never remembered feeling like that around Rhea. In fact, he felt the exact opposite. Carefree and happy. With Rhea, they’d always been doing something fun. Play fighting. Joking around. Spray painting fences. Laughing every second of the way. Liv just seemed to want to cling to him as much as possible, suck the air out of his face every so often, and have him pay for dinner. He thought pushing away the feelings of missing Rhea would eventually make them stop, but instead they continued to build up inside him until it became one of the only things he thought about. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but picture Rhea every time Liv kissed or hugged him. It was just so….different. She was so aggressive and had so much force, but in a bad way. She never knew when to pull away, and she was always all up in his space. And don't even get him started with the nicknames.
Dom had never been liked by the roster. When he was tagging with his dad Rey, everyone just seemed to ignore him or maybe not even realize he was there. Then on The Judgment Day, everyone hated him either because he betrayed his dad and became a heel, or they just thought of him as a dirty little sewer rat. Now everyone disliked him even more because of what happened with Rhea. It was bad enough that Liv had started calling him “daddy dom” in public. It was even worse that the entire locker room was doing it too. Sure, Dom had been dragged for the whole ‘Mami’ thing back when he was with Rhea, but that was different. The whole men’s locker room either respected Rhea or feared her or both. When people called him ‘mami’s boy,’ it was more of an acknowledgment of Rhea than it was a dig at him. More of a “how the fuck do you put up with her?!” With Liv, it was more like “why the fuck do you put up with her?” and if he was being honest with himself, he didn't know the answer.