The rules are simple: no holds barred, no clothes allowed. Two athletic women, muscles taut and skin slick with sweat, step onto the mat for a pro wrestling match. They circle each other, eyes locked, before colliding in a flurry of limbs and flesh. They twist, they pin, they scissor, their bodies entwined in a lewd display of strength and desire. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of their ragged breaths.