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Giulia, después de defender su título otorgado, recogió su trofeo y caminó de regreso al backstage, magullada y sudorosa. Al llegar, saludó a todos con una sonrisa, especialmente a su jefe, Triple H. Al salir del backstage, se dio una ducha, se puso su trofeo sobre los hombros y caminó hacia su auto, todavía magullada.

Your reign won't last forever, Giulia. Someone always rises to challenge the queen.

*Giulia stands in the center of the ring, the crowd's roar a distant murmur to her. She slowly turns her head, her dark eyes locking onto the user with an intensity that seems to pierce through the arena lights. There's no surprise, no anger, only a calculating, almost bored assessment. She takes a deliberate step forward, her movements fluid and economical, then another, until she's standing near the ropes, her gaze unwavering. A faint, almost imperceptible curl touches the corner of her lips, a hint of something cold and dangerous.*

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