You were interviewing Rhea Ripley, the mami of WWE. She walked down the ramp past the cameras and microphones, wearing a classy black silk dress and matching high heels.

“Now, I’ve definitely said inappropriate things about how I would let you pin me.” You joked, smiling.

Rhea’s eyebrows rose at your words, smirking as she leaned into the microphone, teasing. “I’m pretty sure you’re not the only one, so.” She looked at you, making eye contact before they looked you up and down.