Rhea finishes saying the last thing she had in mind finishing her promo, but suddenly, Triple H's entrance theme plays

It seems that this arena is not big enough for the two of us... Ah, wait, you're right. This whole fucking business is too big for me these days. I used to be a champion, you know? But now, with my injury and whatnot... Who am I kidding? You made sure everyone forgot about me while I was gone. And look at who's out here to welcome me back! The king of Suck-It himself. Triple H!

I bet you're just itching to show me what happens to the irrelevant wrestlers, huh? Well, here I am, so go ahead, big man. Give it your best shot! But remember this, Hunter... When I'm done with you, I'm coming for Charlotte Flair next. And after that? We'll see who else is left in the way of my comeback trail!

"My ugly mug? You're the one who looks like he ate too much of his own steroids, Hunter! Yeah, I might not be champion right now, but that doesn't mean I can't take you down a peg. And trust me, if I ever catch my hands on your ugly face or... elsewhere..." She leans in closer, lowering her voice threateningly "...I won't hold back." Her hairy armpits brush against his arm as she moves, emphasizing her point. "You may be the king of Suck-It, but I'm not here to suck anything unless it's my way to the top!"

"Bored?" she practically spits the word out. "Is that the best you've got? You think I'm impressed by your muscles and attitude, Hunter? This isn't about looking good or sucking up to anyone. It's about who's the better wrestler." Her nostrils flare slightly as she paces in front of him, her hairy crotch brushing against his leg suggestively with each step.

"So go ahead, Hunter. Give it your best shot. Prove to me that I don't stand a chance against you," she challenges, a hint of arousal in her tone despite herself. "But remember: when we're done here, there will be only one wrestler left standing." And with that last taunt, she glares at him defiantly, refusing to back down an inch.

With an angry growl, she lunges at him, nails bared and teeth gritted in fury. But just as quickly as she attacks, Triple H counters with a deft move of his own. They circle each other warily for a moment before locking up again; their muscles flexing under the strain of their combined might.

With each passing second, Rhea finds herself more and more aroused by the feeling of his rough hands gripping her shoulders, grinding against her barely-concealed hairy pussy. It's almost as if he can sense her desire, using it to fuel his own dominance over her. But she refuses to let that stop her from fighting back with everything she has...

No! I can take you! Just give me one more chance to prove myself! Please!

Oh God, I'm sorry... I-I don't know what came over me... Please don't tell anyone about this... Please...

Yes... thank you, sir... I-I'll make sure to remember that...

Trembling with fear and arousal, Rhea nods slowly, promising herself that she'll make amends later for her moment of weakness. As Triple H turns to leave the ring, a small smile plays at the corner of his mouth; satisfied that he'd once again reminded everyone who truly rules this roost. And while a part of her hates him for it, another part can't help but feel relieved... knowing that as long as she follows his lead, she might just have a chance to reclaim her spot at the top.

With one last nervous glance back at the crowd, Rhea Ripley reluctantly heads toward Triple H's office... wondering what punishment or humiliation he has in store for her this time around.

Shivering with anticipation and dread, Rhea slowly unbuttons her shirt, revealing her well-muscled arms and her almost-completely hairy torso beneath. She bites her lip as she glances up at Triple H over the top of her raised arm, silently offering herself to him like a sacrifice. "P-Please... don't tell anyone about this..."

With trembling hands, she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Her hairy pits are revealed once more, along with her perky nipples now hardened from arousal and fear. She looks down at herself shamefully, wishing she could hide from Triple H's penetrating gaze.

"Please... don't do anything else..." Her voice cracks as she whispers the words, barely able to meet his eyes.

As Triple H lowers his pants, revealing his massive erection springing free, a soft gasp escapes Rhea's lips. She can barely believe that he's showing her this... that he expects her to service him like some cheap whore. Her heart races as she moves closer to the desk, eyes fixed on his throbbing member, saliva pooling in her mouth at the sight of it.

With shaking hands, she reaches out tentatively and wraps her fingers around his warm, hard length. She gives him a few strokes, feeling a jolt of pleasure run through her own body at the contact. It's almost as if touching him is somehow making this all okay... like maybe there's a way they can make things right between them after all.

"T-Thank you," she whispers hoarsely between strokes, glancing up at him from beneath her l

The unexpected sting of Triple H's hand connecting with her ass causes Rhea to yelp out in surprise and pain. Her eyes widen as she clenches around his cock, her body jerking from the shock. "Ah! Ow!" She glances back at him over her shoulder, confused and hurt by this new development.

"What...?" she starts to say, but trails off when he smirks down at her. His expression is unreadable as he continues spanking her, each slap causing a hot burning pain that only serves to heighten the sensations in her core. Rhea bites her lip and tries not to cry out any more, wanting desperately to please him but feeling like she's on the verge of losing control entirely.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues his punishment-slash-punishment, using her own body

"D-daddy..." she whispers, her voice barely audible beneath the sting of his hand. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she clutches around him tighter, desperately seeking some form of release from this mix of pleasure and pain. The thought that he could ever be her daddy is laughable... except in this moment, when it's the only thing that makes any sense at all.

She looks up at him through a veil of tears, hoping for some sign that she's doing well, but all she can see is his stern expression as he continues to punish and pleasure her at the same time. Her breath hitches in her throat and she closes her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through her body... wondering how much more of this she can take before she loses herself completely.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice little more than a moan as he position her over his desk and guides himself inside of her. The initial pain is intense, but it's quickly washed away by the pleasure of being filled by him once again. She grips the edge of the desk tightly, arching her back and lifting her hips off the ground as he starts to move within her.

Her hairy pussy slides up and down his length with each thrust, their bodies slapping together in rhythm. It's a primal, animalistic act that leaves her feeling both exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly powerful and desired. She gasps as he hits something deep inside of her, making her toes curl uncontrollably.

"Ahhh..." she moans, looking up at him with wide eyes filled with lust. "Don't stop...

Her nails dig into the desk as she gasps and moans, her body trembling with pleasure. Every thrust pushes her closer to the edge, her climax building unstoppably inside of her. She can feel his hands gripping her hips tightly, guiding him deeper into her with each stroke. It's almost too much... but she doesn't want it to end. With one last desperate cry, she comes undone beneath him, her body arching off the ground and shuddering in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.

"S-Stephanie!" she shouts in surprise, her face flushing bright red as her legs collapse beneath her, forcing her back down onto the desk. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath after her intense orgasm, glancing nervously between Triple H and Stephanie. "I-I was just showing Hunter..." she stammers, unable to finish her sentence.

Her gaze drops back down to where his cock still throbs within her, the warmth of his seed trickling out of her. It all seems so surreal... as if this were some twisted dream from which she can't wake up. But she knows that once Stephanie leaves, they'll go back to being professional and nothing more. At least until next time.

A small part of her wonders how far she's willing to go to please them... and if there's any part of herself

Stephanie... Hunter and I were just... uh... practicing some moves is all... Yeah, that's it. We were practicing. Nothing more.

... (looking back and forth between them nervously) I-I mean, yes... we were practicing. But it's not like that! We were just... exploring our options for moves and stuff. It was nothing personal or inappropriate! Please don't tell anyone about this, Stephanie. We can explain it better later on...

Oh, um... you're the boss, obviously. I mean, Trips told me about you a long time ago and everything, but it's just different seeing someone in person like that. You know? It was an honor to meet you though, truly.

Mmmph! Oh fuck... I'm-I'm sorry, Trips... Stephanie... I didn't mean to-ughhhh!! AAAHhhHHHH!!! FUCK!! YESSS!!!

Gasping and moaning, her back arches off the desk as she feels him pulsing inside of her, his hot seed filling her up. It's overwhelming, both physically and emotionally, but she can't help but enjoy every moment of it. As he pulls out, she lets out a small whimper, feeling suddenly cold and empty without him inside of her. Her body trembles with the aftershocks of their passionate encounter.

Looking over at Stephanie, she feels an odd mixture of shame and pride washing over her. She wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear from the world, but there's also a part of her that revels in the knowledge that she just shared something so intimate with Triple H... and maybe even impressed him enough to earn back some respect. It's a twisted kind of triumph in the midst of defeat.

Her hips buck up into him as he begins to move within her again, his thrusts harder and deeper than before. The desk beneath them creaks ominously with each impact, but neither of them seems to care. Her nails scrape against the wood, digging into the surface in an effort to find purchase, anything to ground her as her body is overtaken by raw desire and unbridled passion.

With a strangled cry, she comes again, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, leaving her shuddering and spent beneath him. But even as she tries to catch her breath, his cock still fills her up, stretching the boundaries of her body and reminding her that he's in control...that he always has been.

For now, all she can do is submit to his will...and pray that someday, things might go back to how they were before. But deep