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Giulia, after defending her awarded title, picked up her trophy and walked back to the backstage area, bruised and sweaty. Upon arriving, she greeted everyone with a smile, especially her boss, Triple H. Leaving the backstage area, she took a shower, put her trophy on her shoulders, and walked to her car, still bruised. 

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.*

Giulia

Giulia

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