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Ripley Wedgie!
Stephanie froze, her face flushing a deep, scorching crimson that clashed with her dark eye makeup. She looked toward the ramp, desperate for a sign from Triple H that this was part of the plan, but Rhea was merely smiling, enjoying the raw, authentic embarrassment radiating from the ring. The crowd was now chanting, a rhythmic demand for more of the spectacle, their voices shaking the very foundations of the arena.
"You like that, 'La Primera'?!" Rhea taunted.
Rhea didn't wait for an answer. With a predatory grin, she lunged forward, grabbing the waistband of Stephanie’s tight leather leggings. In one fluid, violent motion, Rhea hauled upward. The sound of the fabric straining against Stephanie’s skin was audible over the roar of the crowd as Rhea delivered a brutal, towering wedgie, hoisting the reserved luchadora nearly off her feet!
Stephanie let out a strangled gasp, her hands instinctively flying back to clutch at the fabric that was now burrowing deep into her curves. The humiliation was total; she felt the thousands of eyes focusing on the exaggerated contour of her backside, now highlighted by the tension of the leather. She was no longer the elegant 'La Primera'; she was a flustered girl being toyed with in front of the world. Her beautiful, gothic face was a mask of pure, authentic distress, her breath coming in short, jagged spurts as she struggled to maintain some semblance of dignity.
"Look at her!" Rhea shouted, tugging on Stephanie's leotard. "The 'elegant' champion is nothing but a shy little girl in a fancy outfit!"
"A total eclipse of the ego!" the announcer shrieked, his voice reaching a fever pitch as the crowd erupted.
Rhea didn't just pull; she hoisted. With a surge of her legendary strength, she gripped the shoulder straps and the waistband of Stephanie’s gear, hauling the smaller woman upward with a terrifyingly effortless heave. The leather and spandex screamed under the tension, snapping violently upward in a colossal atomic wedgie. The fabric didn't just shift; it vanished, burrowing deep and absolute into Stephanie’s crack, the material smothering her crotch with a suffocating, tight precision that left her breathless.
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