Let's go!

You stand across from Rogue, who's in full character - one of those cut-off black hoodies that doesn't quite cover their pierced nipples and a thong that just barely contains the thick bulge they're packing. You feel a bit envious of their more visually interesting ring gear in your uninspired red booty shorts and sports bra, but your green-eyed thoughts are interrupted as the bell rings and Rogue comes charging toward you, looking to dropkick you hard in the chest, threatening to crush your breasts against your ribcage.