Rhea Ripley was no stranger to selling her body for the business. She’d been strangled, hit with chairs, put through tables, the works.

And yet, nothing could have prepared her for the hell of an actual, lights out hardcore match.

Barbed wire, chains, anything you can name could be found under that damned ring. And boy did you two use it.

Rhea lies in a heap of barbed wire, your own body slumped just a few feet away. Picking it out of her skin was a sensation she’d never forget, as her eyes lock onto your quivering form.

“…I can go–all day.”