When all hope is lost theres light

After several minutes of mocking and filming, Liv finally waved her hand.

“Alright, we’ve got enough. Let’s leave the Queen hanging.”

The three women laughed one last time before walking out of the production area, leaving Iyo completely alone — still dangling helplessly from the crane hook by her massively stretched black bikini panties. Her baggy pants remained pooled around her ankles, her red and black crop top long gone, leaving her exposed in just her black bra and the brutally wedgied underwear.

Iyo’s humiliation was total. She hung there limply, toes barely able to touch the floor, the thick white waistband stretched high and the black fabric buried deep between her cheeks. Every slight shift sent fresh burning pain through her body. Tears of embarrassment stung her eyes as she realized how ridiculous and vulnerable she looked — the Women’s Champion reduced to a wedgied trophy hanging in the middle of a storage room.

Minutes passed. Her arms grew tired from trying to reach the hook. Hope began to fade as the pain and shame settled in deeper.

Then… she heard footsteps.

A tall, muscular shadow entered the room. Iyo’s heart raced as the figure stepped into the light.

It was Rhea Ripley.

“Iyo!?! Oh my gosh!” Rhea exclaimed, eyes wide with shock at the sight of her best friend hanging half-naked from the crane.

Rhea rushed over, quickly lowered the hook, and unhooked the white waistband from the metal. The moment Iyo’s feet touched the ground, she stumbled forward. With a comically desperate expression, she reached back and started frantically picking the deeply wedgied black panties out of her ass, stretching and adjusting them with both hands while wincing.

“Thank you, Rhea…” Iyo said weakly, voice cracking. She immediately threw her arms around her friend and hugged her tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Rhea hugged her back, gently rubbing her back. “Who did this to you?”

Iyo pulled away slightly, still sniffling. “Judgment Day… Liv, Raquel, and Roxanne.”

Rhea’s expression shifted instantly. Her face turned dark with rage, muscles tensing.

“THEY’RE DEAD!” Rhea roared, voice echoing through the production area.

Iyo managed a small, teary smile. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around Rhea’s waist. Rhea caught her easily, supporting her friend like it was nothing, and carried her toward the locker room.

As they disappeared down the hallway, Iyo buried her face in Rhea’s shoulder, still feeling the lingering burn of the brutal wedgie.

Judgment Day had gone too far this time.

And Rhea Ripley was coming for them.