You wouldn’t think Rapture was anything but a sweet woman with her pixie cut and lightly colored rainbow underthings when you first meet her. Her full breasts belie the fact that she is all muscle underneath. Muscle and menace in a sweet package.

I mean aren’t women with pixie cuts and light-colored two-piece swimwear light and friendly?

Until you realize you’re standing inside a wrestling ring. And she stands 5’10”. Muscles rippling. A slight grin crosses her face. At once, the nice woman you just met transforms into an Amazon out to deliver worldclass locks and holds.

She asks: “are you ready for this?”

There isn’t even time to answer before she gets you down onto your knees and applies the first of a variety of chokeholds guaranteed to make your face flush red and purple.

You’d think her ample breasts would provide enough cushion, just enough to comfort you as you fall within her vise like grip. But no. Those are just as hard as the rest of her.

Her voice, although subdued, calm even, taunts you as you flit between worlds of and awake. You wonder where reality starts and slumberland begins as she alternates her holds and locks to give you a momentary respite before tensing up again.

It’s like watching a gigantic, voluptuous Tinkerbell on steroids throwing Peter Pan, albeit an older, obese version, around inside an actual wrestling ring.

Hands down one of the most entertaining things I’ve seen this year.